Doomguy Vs The World (IC thread)

[Doomguy]

There's a couple different things you need to know about me. Namely, how to not piss me off. I understand there are jackasses out there who don't play nice who won't listen. I would know, I'm usually one of them. But if you care to listen then we all might live together in something resembling grudging harmony. More specifically, what not to do that would piss me off. Firstly, don't shoot at me. This should be a given, but some people get this strange idea that it's okay. Just don't do it, because it will end poorly for you. Secondly, don't be mean to animals. It's not nice, and I'd feel like I'd have to pay it in kind. Third, don't knock food and alcohol out of my hand. Not even if you're my friend. Especially if I paid for it. Common courtesy, really.

And finally, under no circumstance, especially anywhere inside a populated area, do not have a hellgate in your possession. Not even a part of one. Because then I'm going to have to pay you a visit. And I'm going to bring all my friends. You should meet super shoty. She has a lovely singing voice.

That was the reason why I found myself at the base of the skyscraper where the UNSMC detected the same energies that spiked when the Hellgates arrived on Earth. Shortly before the demon's invasion. Rumors were that remnants of the UAC were trying to recover lost research from the destroyed Mars bases. Including the teleporters that started this whole mess to being with. If this group was either affiliated with them or had just stumbled across the tech by accident wasn't something I was here to care about. Get in, bash the place while these "avengers" were out, destroy or grab the hellgate and get out. Maybe give them a good reason to not go over the UNSMC's head again.

The inside of the first floor lobby reminded me more of a museum that something that belonged to a superhero outfit. People from out in the public stooped over display cases and plaques set near large show pieces of various objects that probably had something to do with the owners. it even had one of those donation buckets where you put a coin in and it swirls around the edge until it got sucked down the hole in the middle. I kinda felt bad to bust the joint up, but a scan across the floor with my helmet revealed no demonic energy down here.

Nothing here for me. Time to move on.

While the showgoers didn't seem bothered by the heavily armored space marines not a few yards from them, security wasn't fooled. A few already started to move in, the one in the front a tough looking guy that probably ate to bit crook for breakfast and had his fair share of run-ins with greenhorn villains.

"Sir, that's far enou-" He barely had enough time to unlatch his pistol from his holster before I brought my fist back and clocked him straight in the nose. If I didn't have everyone's attention already, I did when I then fired my pistol in to the floor and the shot rang out across the building.

"Alright everyone, time to clear out. No one needs to get hurt, I just need to get something and I'll be on my way" Anyone that hadn't already bolted for the emergency doors were stuck stiff at the sudden attack, even the guards who were hesitant as they realized their low caliber guns weren't going to do jack squat.

"Why don't you get an ice pack for your friend here and some coffee. You're definitely going to need it when your bosses come back" I told them as I ripped the keychain off the bloodied rent-a-mook and headed towards the elevator off to the side. A path was very quickly cleared for me by the crowd still there and I walked in with only mumbled fear and terrible music as fellow passengers. I inserted the key for the controls into the right slot and with a turn I activated the override. It won't get me all the way to the top, but I just needed far enough that it won't take an hour to run up the stairs.

I switched the safeties on my others weapons off and made some last second checks to see if they were loaded and properly cleaned. If there was resistance, then I didn't want to have any last second grimlins screw me over. But compared to the armies of hell, what could possibly a threat to me?

"This will be a cakewake"

Oh lordy, when will I ever learn to shut my mouth

[Ruby Rose]

SIDE CHAPTER: The Day I Tried to Kick Butt

Dear Diary,

I am getting somewhat tired of waking up in random places. Today as I was drawn from the sheath of sleep, I was confronted by an ENORMOUS tower that loomed over me. Pedestrians strolled by my left side, narrowly missing breaking my arm with a misplaced step, and various motor vehicles ripping past on the road to my left. Groggily I raised my head and scanned the bustling surroundings, various natural and artificial sounds echoing off of buildings and through alleyways. My vision soon sharpened and I peeled myself off of the paving, dusting off my cloak and skirt. Yet another place to escape; what fun.

Of course, the first place I felt inclined to visit was the tower that threatened the sky. I had to force my entire, puny weight against the ginormous glass door, and from the sheer power that I pressed against it, I was sent into a forwards tumble and barely caught myself as I rolled onto the heels of my boots. My jaw dropped in awe at the spectacle that surrounded me, and I was just desperate to check it out and comb every single nook and cranny! I was quick to bolt up the stairs, multiple flights actually, and ended up in what seemed to be a museum of technological equipment and weaponry! IT WAS SO COOL!

There was this kinda jet pack thing with wings, a little spider with some kind of mechanism in it, a bunch of tiny little robots that were flying around in a cylindrical dome... I was almost drooling! But my obsessive focus was quickly shattered by the blast of gunshots and the screaming of civilians below, I winced and cowered, covering my head until the ringing passed, before I uncurled and made my way to the balcony that overlooked the first floor. A large man in some kind of armour and a strange pistol stood in the middle of the crowd, confronting a downed security guard. I stood silent, instinctively reaching back for Crescent Rose. To my delight, my fingers brushed the crimson metal, but I didn't grasp her just yet. I continued to spectate the soldier as he made for the elevator.

Exhaling sharply, I rushed to the elevator on my floor, parallel to the one the guy with the armour was riding. I gave the button a quick tap, but nothing happened. It was ostensibly on another floor, and in frustration and desperation I began mashing the arrow like a maniac, until finally my ride arrived, spewing out civilians. If I wanted to catch the guy, I had to play my cards carefully. It was difficult to hear his elevator through the rumbling of mine as I race towards the top (thankfully I caught it without anyone following), but I managed to hear it squeal to a halt above. Spinning around, I tapped the emergency stop, and my elevator screeched on the steel railings, all the mechanisms screaming in pain. As the doors finally flung open and the elevator gave a sharp jolt I was knocked to my knees and skittered towards the opening.

My intended stop was much further up than where I was stuck, and I frowned in disappointment. I grasped the weapon from my waist and swung her forwards, the entire scythe folding outwards from her compact state. Crouching, I leaped from my platform and swung the curved weapon overhead, impaling her into the cement of the wall. I grunted as I clung to her shaft, holding on for dear life. "Alright, Ruby... you can do this..." I encouraged myself and pressed against the wall, ejecting the scythe blade. Acting quickly, I swung once more, and the blade hooked into the gap between the doors above. I sighed in relief as I hauled myself up my weapon and onto the small space I had.

Crescent Rose stayed between my feet and I reached down, pressing my right palm to the right side of her head. The blade acted as a lever and began prying the door open. Finally the two sides shunted aside and I yanked the scythe from underneath me, stepping onto the floor. The armoured male stood a few feet ahead of me, ready to rock and roll. With a grimace and a flashy flourish of Crescent Rose, the wooden floor shuddering as the blade pierced through, the barrel poised on the male attacker who seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Okay... who are you and what are you doing?" I asked, keeping any threatening tone out of my voice; although he had a gun pointed at him, he was likely to feel a little more acquiescent if I didn't go ahead and start spurting death threats.

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[Sans]

Sans should've known that a place like Stark Tower would eventually get raided.

It was an unusual event, to say the least. He felt like he was experiencing some kind of loop, where all he was doing was reliving the same events over and over and over again. Maybe not the same ones, but they always seemed to accomplish the same things. Some lone human comes barging into other people's business without seemingly any rhyme or reason aside from the fact he “had to.” Sure, you “have to” start causing a ruckus in the foyer. You “have to” take an elevator dangerously close to the top floor, where they kept the portal.

The skeleton always got a first-hand glimpse of the swirling, gargantuan portal each time he got up to the top floor to go to work. It was massive, and looked like a perfectly swirled piece of yogurt. It was blaze orange, with the middle being stark black, and easily towered over everything else on the floor. The only reason it was even IN the building was because it wasn't; it was actually on the rooftop. It was on a platform that overlooked the city. That platform was originally built as some kind of outdoor pool and quite possibly a place for helicopters to land, judging from the massive amounts of concrete on it as well as being relatively flat. Now, it housed their finest research project yet: The portal.

The comic had taken one last look at the gateway to infinity before he had opened the door to his station. The scientists stationed in small, metal booths nearby had noted that the movement of the outside edges of the egress had quickened, but couldn't quite correlate that to anything else. He had asked if the team they had sent out a week earlier had returned, to which he only earned a solemn sigh, followed by a shaking of the head. He got the message pretty quickly and decided to just go to work and not think about that particular bit of information.

His station, compared to everyone else, was rather claustrophobic. It was essentially a long, dark room with only one notable aspect of it: The cameras. His job was to basically look at live camera footage all day, every day during the day shift. The footage was relayed through flat-screen monitors that looked similar to the ones used by laptops, and were about as big too. There were around 400 of them, to be exact, four for each floor. When he had first arrived there, he had to get help really fast as he couldn't have possibly looked through all of them at the same time. Then he figured out that he really didn't. All he had to do was sit in his chair, slide himself into the desk, and drink ketchup and coke products until the day was done. This was because of the fact that, for the most part, if anything weird was going on, his eyes would instantly snap towards it.

The good thing about being a security guard was that, even if no one wanted to admit it, you had a degree of leadership and control on what went down in the building. He had a red lever to the left of the camera console on the table, which he only had to pull if something DANGEROUS was happening, and a microphone to his right that he used to report in stuff on certain floors thanks to switches placed on the sides. He once started reenacting Mettaton with the intercom, which got money removed from his paycheck, but in the end he thought it was a worth a laugh or too. Judging from the video that got uploaded onto the internet a few days after that little episode, everyone else did too.

The security guard snapped his eyes shut, reopening them to look at the monitor labeled Camera 83B. He couldn't believe he had been wasting his time thinking about the good old days when there was an INTRUDER near the top floor. Er, two to be exact. A little lady with a large, red scythe had apparently broken through the floor ABOVE Floor 83, and was currently standing in front of the gunman. She didn't appear to be threatening him, and he had his gun lowered slightly. They looked as if they were talking, but without sound, Sans had no means of making sure. He decided to figure it out for himself.

He flipped a switch labeled 83 on his microphone, pulling it towards the edge of the table. He leaned forward, speaking into it.

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“testing, testing? ahem.” A goofy voice rang out within the halls around Flynn Tagart, “intruder, if you can hear me, i kindly ask that you please proceed to the nearest speaker within the room you are in. to operate it, press the glowing red button and say stuff into the microphone.”

The super soldier glanced up towards the location of the loud, booming voice, which was revealed to be a large air siren that would be used to blast noises for tornadoes approaching rather than for someone to talk through it. He cautiously brought his shotgun upwards, pointing the barrel away from the woman for a moment. He lifted his hand, wordlessly stopping the lady in her tracks as he walked back towards the elevator, seeing a glowing button on a white mouthpiece. Near it, a sign said “To activate, press and hold the red button. Our security guard will inform you of any info needed here at Tony Stark Tower.”

Heh... interesting name.. thought the Doomguy as he somewhat violently pushed his index finger into the button.

“Hello, mister security guard?” He uttered, waiting for a response.

“hi.” replied the voice, “i'm sans. sans the skeleton. comic sans. sans the security guard. they all work.” The small speaker chimed the same voice that was on the air horn, albeit quieter and more static sounding.

“Nice to meet you, Sans. Why did you call me?”

“i want to inform you that you aren't really making a good call in doing this.”

“I figured.”

“no, seriously, whatever you are doing can be taken elsewhere.”

“I'm here for the portal?”

“the....portal?”

“Yes. The portal. Where is it?”

“my guess is you already- sorry, i'll be right back, WHAT IS IT?” The small speaker rang out before cutting off entirely.

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“Something just came out of the portal!” One of the scientists replied, poking his head into the station.

“what did?” The skeleton replied, nervously glancing back towards the camera with each passing second.

“I don't know. They look like...animals, really. A few humans, too. They mentioned they came from...underground? I don't know what they-”

“Underground?” Sans replied, his voice going eerily quiet.

“Y-Yes.. come, see for your self.” The human murmured, opening the door for the skeleton to see.

The guard stepped towards the door, stopping as soon as he saw who had passed through. It was... it was...

“Papyrus...Frisk...Toriel..”

And instantaneously, he knew what he had to do.

Without a moment to spare, he sprinted back towards the table, his bony fingers grasping the handle of the red lever. Alarms blared all across the building, red lights filling the rooms with color as he screamed into the intercom, his voice devoid of any silliness.

“All security personnel, we have a class A intruder on Floor 83! That means highly dangerous for the noobs here. I want everything SEALED OFF. NO ONE GETS UP TO THE TOP FLOOR, UNDERSTAND? Suspect is wearing green and is armed to the teeth. If possible, take him alive, but if at all impossible, SHOOT TO KILL.”

The monster swiftly grasped the wire connected to the mic, ripping it out of its socket behind the table. The human science man took a step back, shaking a bit as the skeleton turned to him, his eyes pitch black and his voice disembodied. He spoke quietly, but with an obviously threatening manner.

“Where is a way down that doesn't involve the stairs or the elevator?”

“Well, there is one but it's-”

“I don't care if it's slow! I'm using it!”

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Sans Post 1 is complete! I also plan on having him join in he actual fight around my second post.

[Harlan Higgs]

"Well Jim, what you see here is a beautiful specimen, about ten inches long, and just look at the shine on those scales!"
"Ayup, definitely a keeper, I'm real glad I used the spinner jig to reel this one in..."

"Fishin' The Bayou will be right back, after these messages...."

-click-

Grundy raised the remote in his oversized hand and muted the television, getting up off the couch and clomping over to the gleaming chrome kitchenette that took up one corner of the rather large room. He'd been watching TV for about three hours now, sitting on the already broken in couch in the corner as opposed to the smaller chairs and loveseats scattered around the large plasma screen. Toeknee had been very clear about sticking to the one couch that Grundy's big green friend usually sat on, and the zombie was more than happy to comply. Especially since the goatee'd businessman had shown him how to tune to the fishing shows that reminded him of his swamp. As he rustled through the restaurant sized fridge, he thought back about how he'd been able to land such a nice spot to live.

He'd been stomping his way delightedly through downtown, breaking things like cars and signposts, when the Angry Green Man had jumped out of the sky and landed a solid punch right on his jaw. They'd had quite the fight until Hulk, as Grundy learned he was called later, managed to knock the undead revenant on his back with a tremendous kick. After he'd calmed down somewhat, Hulk's friends had arrived and managed to convince him that fighting bad people and breaking bad things was ultimately more rewarding than just breaking things. To that end, Grundy had been given a small (for him) room in the tower, and "honorary avenger" status. Not to mention access to the lounge where he was currently vegging out.

Leaning his large head deeper into the fridge, he spotted a bulky, paper wrapped object that smelled tantalizingly good. Taking it out and knocking over a few boxes and tupperwares, his large clumsy fingers stripped off a piece of paper that had "NO TOUCH- HULK FOOD" written on it in a barely legible scrawl. Unwrapping his pilfered prize, Grundy revealed a large smoked ham shank, studded with peppercorns, chunks of yellow fat, and bacon wrapped around the entire thing like edible stripes. Leaving the butcher paper on the floor where it had fallen, he started chomping on the delicious, seasoned prize before stomping back over to his seat. Picking up the remote with his free hand, he plopped back down into comfortable oblivion and unmuted the TV, chomping on the ham shank as he watched the screen light up with garish colors and zooming words. Commercials.

Suddenly, the picture cut out and was replaced by a flashing red "A" and the words SECURITY ALERT
At the same time, the speaker in the corner of the room crackled to life.

“All security personnel, we have a class A intruder on Floor 83! That means highly dangerous for the noobs here. I want everything SEALED OFF. NO ONE GETS UP TO THE TOP FLOOR, UNDERSTAND? Suspect is wearing green and is armed to the teeth. If possible, take him alive, but if at all impossible, SHOOT TO KILL.”

Tilting his head, the swamp denizen took a few more bites of his ham, then got up, leaving the rest on the armrest. "HOORAY. GRUNDY GET TO SMASH BAD GUY NOW." He lumbered over to the far wall, squeezing through the door into the next hallway corridor that led to his room. Just outside was a large cabinet with a mannequin inside of it, large enough to model armor. Which it had. Grundy opened the cabinet and donned his "armor" which was painted red and yellow with a crude stylization of muscles on the torso, along with big floppy shoulderpads. It was also probably important that the "armor" was in fact made of cardboard, a fact made readily apparent by its shoddy appearance.

The hammer that Grundy took out of the cabinet next was not as cheaply made, however. A massive cement head with three long pieces of rebar coming out of it, with a grip made of discarded scrap leather wrap. The zombie hefted the hammer onto his shoulder easily and stomped back out of the hallway and through the rec lounge, pausing in front of the doorway out. "GRUNDY CRUSH THEE, EVILDOER." Well, not quite exactly like the pretty man, but close enough. Exiting the rec room, Grundy stabbed the button for the freight elevator down. The top of the building, and the portal above it, was only a few floors above this one. The pale behemoth had a job to do, and one he would do gladly, smacking the concrete head of his scrap "Mjolnir" against his palm as the freight elevator descended downwards with him inside,ready to find the green man.

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[Tartaros]

Tartaros sat on a stocky wooden chair in the break room, calmly flicking through the pages of the latest Security Monthly with one hand and gripping a small glass of Mjød with the other, while trying to ignore the stomping and crashing near the couch. That Grundy fellow had made quite the mess downtown, and trying to pacify him was a bitch, but other than that this job was fine. Quiet and simple, with some fair extras on the side. Working for a billionaire has it's upsides, after all.

Looking up from the journal, he noticed the colossal undead form of Grundy looking around the fridge, eventually digging out a large chunk of smoked ham before sitting back down. Tartaros sighed. The green one never liked people stealing his food, and he sure as all hell wasn't going to deal with the mess afterwards...

It wasn't long before the marine's break was interrupted again, by the blaring sound of sirens and crackling yells emerging from the break room speaker.

“All security personnel, we have a class A intruder on Floor 83! That means highly dangerous for the noobs here. I want everything SEALED OFF. NO ONE GETS UP TO THE TOP FLOOR, UNDERSTAND? Suspect is wearing green and is armed to the teeth. If possible, take him alive, but if at all impossible, SHOOT TO KILL.”

Taking a final bite from the ham shank, Grundy got up first, shouting something about "smashing bad guys" before squeezing his way through the door.

"Hrm...", Tartaros said, taking a final swig of his ale, "Suppose today will be more lively after all."

Planting his dull grey boots on the ground and putting his helmet back on, the marine calmly walked through the now ruined door frame and into the hall. Heading down a flight of stairs into his quarters, Tartaros found his steel equipment rack. Grabbing his chainsword, shotgun, boltgun, a belt of grenades, a knife and his personal Volkite pistol before rushing back out. There was no time to waste.

Slinging his firearms over his back, the marine rushed to the stairwell. Leaping down almost whole flights at a time, cracking stone and denting steel along the way, he soon found himself at the ground floor. Making his way into one of the brighly lit Stark Tower halls, he found a single man standing in the center, alone by the window. Dressed in a deep green armoured vest, military fatigues and a stone grey helmet, he gripped a shotgun with a single bloodied fist.

Readying his trusted bolter, Tartaros spoke. "Sir. Lay down your weapons and come with me."

The man scoffed, pumping his shotgun as he spoke. "Or?"

"Or I'm going to have to have to use force."

"Hah!", Doomguy laughed. "Good fucking luck. Say now, how about you turn around now? Or you'll be having a real heart-to-heart my little friend here."

"I'm afraid I can't do that. Contractual obligation.", Tartaros said, aiming his rifle.

"Ah well, ain't that a shame Tinman?", the man smirked under his helmet as he fired the first shot, the pellets skimming across Tartaros' cracked helmet with a short, sharp plink.

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[Clownpiece]

Gunfire, always a lovely sound to hear out of nowhere. Whenever he heard the wonderful cracks of gunpowder and lead distantly echoing down the corridors, Somerled knew it was just going to be a fucking day. Gritting his teeth, the monster turned back down the way he had been walking away from, a nice little spot that he had just been past minutes ago, for the umpteenth time, on his silly little foot patrol to make sure no little shits were wandering about on floors they shouldn’t be on.

“All security personnel, we have a class A intruder on Floor 83! That means highly dangerous for the noobs here. I want everything SEALED OFF. NO ONE GETS UP TO THE TOP FLOOR, UNDERSTAND? Suspect is wearing green and is armed to the teeth. If possible, take him alive, but if at all impossible, SHOOT TO KILL.”

Somerled squeezed his eyes closed as he passed by the loudspeaker that had blared that message. He had half a mind to smash it then and there, but no, destruction of property and all that. As if he needed someone to yell about an intruder when the sound of guns made it plainly obvious.

Fiddling with the standard-issue black security uniform he was currently wearing, the weather spirit made his way down the corridor, walking with calm, evenly paced steps. He wasn’t really in any particular hurry to get to whatever asshole had decided it would be a good idea to pick a fight in this tower of all places. Clearly they were the epitome of rationality and brilliant ideas, so they’d probably be cleaned up before he even got there.

“You’d think for such a high-budget company, they’d supply decent uniforms, or armor, or weapons.” Somerled complained, now messing with the standard-issue rifle he had been armed with. Which, truth be told, he had no idea how to use.

“Cutting costs and all that happy crap.” Sonny his voice for a response, his tired tone betraying his own thoughts on the situation. “You should probably move a bit faster. The intruder’s a Class A.”

Mostly ignoring his other half, the spirit continued to adjust his gun. Something he probably shouldn’t have been doing because it really had no parts to adjust in the first place. He twisted a bit, and with that causing the weapon to give a harsh shriek of metal rending apart, he realized too late that it was a bad idea to do that. “Looks like I’m gon-”
BANG
The floor between his feet gained a new hole, and with a small yell, Somerled leapt backwards, his voice cut off from the accidental gun discharge. Regaining his composure quickly, the monster changed his mind on using the rifle as a fancy bludgeon, and strapped it to his back where it’d do the least amount of harm to him. Now that he was unwilling to use that as a club, he ordered his other half to make him an actual weapon.

Bright sunlight illuminated the corridor as Sonny wrenched a decent chunk of magic away from him, coalescing it all together to create his own, temporary body. A glowing body which was consumed again quickly enough, the magic used to form it now in the shape of a massive gleaming mallet, shining in a strange color amalgamation somewhere between silver, black, and blue. With the supreme weight of the hammer now in his grasp, Somerled grinned cruelly.

Now experiencing a vigour he had not felt this day until now, the monster raced forward, as fast as the hammer would let him, towards the sound of the intruder. Nearing where he thought the sounds were, he slowly came down to a more manageable speed, momentum preventing him from just coming to an instant stop. For a brief moment, he debated the best course of action to take if someone was, in fact, in that room. After a short, unintensive thinking-over, he slowly hefted the hammer, careful not to throw himself off balance, and smashed open the wall next to the door. Leaping through the newly-created hole, Somerled swung wildly at the first person he saw, whoever that asshole in green armor happened to be.

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[Doomguy]

The Fight Begins. Bring It On.

Given the lax rent-a-cops that I breezed through in the lobby, I wasn't sure what to expect going forward. Killer robots? Ex-marines? Perhaps the energy that grew more powerful the closer I got to mean the portal had more than just on and I was about to find a familiar enemy. The idea of the New York skyline dominated by Lost Souls and Cacodemons tightened a net of rope knots around my chest, and I had to take a deep breath to loosen it. But that dread soon turned to teeth clenched determination. Hell was not about to be let loose again on my watch. Anything in my way would just have to deal with that.
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I wasn't expecting a group of misfits.

A redheaded girl jumped through the elevator door next to mine. I aimed my shotgun away from her as my immediate reaction was that she was a civilian, but that was quickly dismissed as she rammed a massive mechanical scythe into the floor. It wasn't just an attempt to intimidate me, a rifle barrel with the kind of caliber meant to blow holes through people was built into its haft. She looked too young to be a fighter, but something told me she wasn't some greenhorn.

I wanted to respond to her question with some before we were interrupted by "Sans". The only skeletons I knew of were revenants, and they were more inclined to scream "AAAAAAAAAAAA" and fire missiles at you that try to talk. He seemed to be a joker, no threat, but the hesitation in his voice confirmed that there was a portal here. Thanks, dumbass, go get yourself a candy bar. You deserve it.

But that small victory was cut short when an alarm rang off in my helmet and numbers started to spike in my HUD. The energies were spiking, and my greatest fear may have been a reality.

Something was coming through the gate. And the world was replaced with red and klaxons.

"Fuck this" I swore aloud to the only other person there and moved towards one of the locked shutters that poorly kept me from my objective.

"You didn't answer me" The young voice said behind me, and I looked back over my shoulder to Red.

"I'm Doomguy, the biggest, baddest space marine you have ever met, and I'm here to make keep a mistake from repeating"

And then the biggest, perhaps not the baddest, space marine I've ever seen dropped in.

What do they feed these people? was the first thing I thought as Tinman aimed his oversized rifle at my head, his battered armor still thicker than vehicles plates and the slapped together construction still had the impression that it was real power armor. He was like a bigger version of me, if I drank combat stimms every morning and wrapped a tank around myself. Our banter was funny but short lived as I ended it with a shotgun blast across his head, the buck shot ricocheted off the hard helmet with only a few scratch marks to show for it.

"Fuck" Was the only thing I got out before the situation collapsed in on itself.

Lets Rock

Tinman responded in kind as his rifle didn't so much bang as it did exploded bullets at me, .75 caliber rounds wizzed past me into a window nearby and shattered it completely, the sudden wind whipped around small objects and papers into the air. I kept on the move and I pumped another shotgun shell into the chamber and kept one of those massive bullets from burying themselves in my head, which the explosions behind me after said bullets told me there was some kind of, well, explosive. The guy didn't kid around.

There a wonder why Red hadn't done anything yet, but glance over to her showed that she had taken the time to aim rather than chuckle slugs at me. While I ran perpendicular to big 'n' mean, she had me lined up as it was only a last second jump forward did I miss a critical shot to my side, the sniper rifle bullet instead hit my backpack. I was sent in a spin in the air and I barely managed to recover on my boots, but the clitter clatter of bullet shells told me I was leaking ammo. I fired pellets at her this time, but she jumped straight into the air to avoid it. She responded in kind, knocked away by the force of the weapon but thankfully it strayed away and just ruined the floor a little more.

"See you later, losers, I got a business up-" I taunt was interrupted as the wall ahead of me turned to shrapnel, and a guy with a hammer came through the hole he just put in it with another swing wound up. I jumped as he swung down, my middle finger up "Nice miss, mother fuc-" But it was too late to realize that hammer made the hole before and when it crashed to the floor the impact threw me off my feet.

I landed on my back, but rolled up to standing position before new guy could get any more cheap shots. Fairly average looking guy, didn't look like much of a powerhouse, but with a weapon like that you didn't need to be. He tried to break my side with a swipe up from his spot, but I stepped back enough to avoid and pushed him to give myself a little breathing room.

"Are you going to try to talk me out of it too?" I asked as I holstered my shotgun and tried to reach for my chainsaw, only to have that plan snuffed out when I heard Red's gun fire again, and when I looked back I saw her using the weapon to propel herself right at me, scythe ready to bisect me and she screamed the least intimidating battle cry.

"No, I'm just going to kill you" New Guy responded as he threw a fist and glanced me across the shoulder. I felt my bones rattle and I jerked back from the blow. He was damn strong for a string bean. But he overextended himself, and when he got greedy with another hammer swing I hooked my arm around him and switched places with him, Red's attack now aimed at him instead.

The scythe ripped the floor apart as Red tried redirect her blade from the other security officer, who fell back as the teenager nearly sliced him from head to crotch. Red landed from the aborted attack, and I kept to her side so that she spoiled tinman's line of sight. In a quick attack she used the momentum to swing her over complicated weapon in circles around her, surprisingly deft for an unwieldy thing. A few nicks were my reward for being close, but then I pulled out my pistol to level the playing field and she backed off when I fired into the spot she once was.

"Alright, it's been fun Red, but I'm sick of this melee bullshit" I finished the clip at Tinman who had been spending that time trying to get a good shot, and turned back to punchy as he came in for another overhead swing while I was distracted. I grabbed the bottom of his hands, lifted him up, and threw him into the girl "Why don't the two of you go fuck each other?" And while they were tangled up, I dove through the hole Punchy made.

The next room was better. Large, spacious party room. Bar, stairs up to the next level, and plenty of furniture which mean cover. Fuck the small stuff, I pulled the rocket launcher from behind me and sent a package with love into the hole behind me, a BOOM answered back as I ran for the stairs. But Tinman decided to go through the wall on the other side of the door.

"Doors were made for a reason!" I yelled as I launched another rocket, hitting just behind Tinman as he chased me down "Say, who made your armor? Yourself? You look more like an art piece than a soldier!" He growled, with Red and Punchy behind. I put the rocket launcher back and pulled my chaingun ahead, barrels spinning in a hymm that sung the end of all things in my way.

1397 Words. Yeah, yeah, I know...

[Sans]

"well, this is a new way to vent people's frustrations."

The skeleton chuckled as he slid his left hand forward, dragging himself through the ventilation shaft. The scientist had led him to a rectangular shaft next to an orange door, telling him that it would take him directly to any floor in the building. He had thanked him rather swiftly, as he was too busy at that moment tearing off the cover with a bit of telekinesis. After tossing the worn ventilation shaft cover off of the shaft, he had wasted little time trying to climb inside. Before he could, however, the man had grabbed a hold of the hood of his jacket. When he turned to look at him, he saw that he held a black walkie-talkie in his hands. He explained he wanted him to take it for communication's sake. The monster didn't object. He was too focused on getting down there to deal with the green soldier guy.

The vent was pitch-dark, almost impossible to see. Without a flashlight, the skeleton had resorted to feeling his hands around every nook and cranny of the insanely small, metallic duct to find holes he could pass through. More than once, he had knocked his cranium against the top and the sides of the vent, causing him to groan as a ker-chlunk sound reverberated all around him, rattling him to the core. It was hot and steamy in there as well, with a copious amount of sweat forming on his head that quickly spread to his arms and parts of his pants. He occasionally heard the sound of a rumbling fan, followed by him seeing a small shadow of the blades within glowing light. Each sight and sound made him shiver, imagining one of them as a gunshot or a body.

Eventually, he didn't have to imagine those noises. He held onto the edge of a ledge within the vent, looking down towards several beams of light shining through a cover. Although he was not close enough to see what was going on, he could hear explosions, two to be precise, followed by what sounded like a whirring noise robots made.

Whatever it was, it was probably not good for anyone involved.

Sans loosened his grip on the edge, allowing himself to fall, descending towards the shaft cover. He landed on his feet, making a mental note to thank the architects of the building for making a corridor he could walk through. He quickly ran towards the cover, leaning forward to take a peek through the tiny square holes.

Before he could even get a proper look, however, he heard the sound of bullets ricocheting off of armor, and before he could even process what just happened, a bullet connected with the edge of the cover, partially removing it. On pure impulse, the stout skeleton reached out towards the hanging cover, yelling in shock as he fell forward through the hole. He did a front flip through his open arms as he felt his bony fingers grasp the corners of the hanging ventilation cover, stopping his fall.

Sans looked down towards the ground, realizing he was suspended more than a few feet above the ground. Bullets continued to slam into various parts of the room, which the skeleton assumed was a party room due to all of the beer bottles and furniture. He panted rapidly, flinching each time a bullet got close to him or the vent cover he was holding onto for dear life.

It didn't require the skeleton much time to figure out who was firing what at whom. His pin-prick glowing eyes glanced towards the green-armored super soldier, firing his massive minigun at the steel-plated, gigantic, monstrosity of a man closing in on him. The bullets only hindered the space marine, with the vast majority of them glancing off of his armor and sending the projectiles somewhere else. One managed to slam into the grate the security guard was holding; he yelped as his hands slipped off of the grate, plummeting down towards the battle below.

The gigantic space marine charged forward, baring the full brunt of the relentless onslaught of bullets as the others took cover. He reached down towards his chainsword, pressing the trigger, revving it up in preparation to swing.

Just as he got close enough, however, the stout skeleton landed right on top of him, blocking his vision and stopping his charge. The minigun stopped firing, and the soldier and the skeleton locked eyes for a few seconds with the only sound being the machinery within his sword.

"uh...hi?" He squeaked before a large, beefy hand grabbed him by the torso and tossed him behind the space marine. He sailed past a red-hooded woman and a man with a hammer, letting out a pained groan as he landed on top of a pool table, sliding across it all the way to the end of it.

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The Doomguy had to use care to prevent himself from laughing at the unexpected event that had taken place in front of him. The only things that kept him from doing that were mostly strategic, partly ethical. The first was that he had to exercise caution, despite his incredibly itchy trigger finger. The second was that he knew from personal experience that he had an opportunity on his hands. One where he could do some extreme damage.

As soon as his weapon stopped firing, he slung it over his right shoulder. Just as soon as the skeleton had started flying through the air with the assistance of his opponent, he had whipped out his chainsaw and was cranking the starter rope with a single hand.

Death rumbled in his hands as the musical sound of an engine roaring to life brought him joy as he raised it upwards in time to catch the assailant's sword mid-strike. Sparks flew as the blades connected, the two pushing against each other. The green-armored soldier gritted his teeth, veins popping from his arms as he shouted a rapid-fire of curses at the bigger space marine. Tartaros responded with a diagonal cut downwards, knocking the super soldier back.

His chainsaw sliced into the ground as he looked up, seeing a flash of red before a gash appeared on his arm. He instinctively raised his weapon up, parrying another strike. In the heat of the moment, he rammed his chainsaw down, nearly cutting the young scythe-wielder in half. He maintained his onslaught, the woman backing up towards the edge of a bar as she twirled her scythe in circles, sparks flying as his chainsaw brushed the hilt of her melee weapon.

Taggart let out a roar as the woman feebly pushed him back, lifting his chainsaw and slamming it down onto the hilt of her scythe. The red-hooded girl held her weapon upwards, buckling underneath the weight of the chainsaw. He pressed his assault, getting close to her head as he saw the hammer man rushing towards him from his right. He hopped backwards, feeling the ground shake as the hammerhead crushed the spot where he once stood. He charged forward, crashing into the boy and sending both him and the girl over the bar. Without a moment to spare, he whirled around, chainsaw cutting through the air before grazing the waist of the other marine. The tin man uttered a mild grunt of pain as he swung his chainsword downwards, the Doomguy expertly dodging. He dropped his chainsaw before whipping out his double-barreled shotgun, shoving it into his attacker's back and firing.

The behemoth launched forward, blood gushing out of his back.

He got the impression that the battle was his. He picked up his chainsaw, clipping it to his belt before walking towards the stairs, only to meet a barrier of bones.

"friend... please... don't.." A familiar voice begged behind him.

He turned around, seeing the skeleton with his hand outstretched on the pool table. It was the security guard.

"Sorry, Sans, but I ain't letting what happened happen again."

It closed its eyes. "Neither am I..." It replied, its eye sockets blackened.

He felt something hit him in the head before a blue aura surrounded him.

The Joke's On You

Word Amount: 1398

Moves Used:
Doomguy: Chainsaw, Chaingun, Super Shotgun
Somerled: Summoned Osmium Hammer
Tartaros: Chainsword
Ruby Rose: Crescent Rose
Sans: Them Bones - Shields, Tier 1 Super Move - Blue Mode.

You are up, Grundy!

[Harlan Higgs]

-pkt pkt pkt pkt-

-bratbratbratbrat-

-VVVVVVZZZZZZZZZ-

Grundy tapped the floor of the large freight elevator as it made a painfully slow descent downwards toward the noise of gunfire and lord knew what else. The thick rebar club lifted off the ground as the white giant took a few practice swings with it, scratching the chrome sideplate of the elevator. He adjusted his cardboard armor, flexing his beefy arms and preparing himself for a very fun beatdown once he arrived at his destination. If he arrived in time, anyways. Dang, this elevator was slow. He amused himself by drumming his thick meaty fingers on the scratches he made, until finally the gunfire sounded like it was much closer.

ding

"RAAAAAAAARRRGHH!!!"

Grundy charged out of the elevator doors as they slid open into the floor lobby, only to realize that the battle was a couple rooms over. Feeling slightly sheepish, the zombie cleared his throat and tromped through the carpeted hallway, his footsteps shaking the ground as he built up speed.

clomp
clomp
clomp clomp clomp
clompclompclompclompCLOMPCLOMP

The alabaster automaton burst through a door into the Party Lounge, just in time to see the aforementioned green armored security risk get bounced off the ceiling with a resounding smash. A blue glow surrounded the marine, and Grundy noticed the blue hoodied skeleton, Sans, on top of a table, his hand surrounded in the same blue glow. Noticing the chalky newcomer as well, Sans flung his arm towards the doorway Grundy just came through.

"hey Grundy...we might go on strike after this....catch."

The plantman was slightly dumbfounded, until the marine hurtled towards him with surprising speed, the most likely pained expression on his face hidden underneath his helmet. Grundy raised his rebar club and took a quick swing at the incoming target, not having enough time to truly wind up, and Doomguy went sailing backwards to crash against the large reinforced glass viewing window.

Grundy dropped his club, now split in half from the blow, and thumped a huge fist against his yellow and red cardboard chest. "GRUNDY STOP YOU, EVIL DOER! YOU NOT GET TO...WHEREVER YOU TRYING TO GET!" By this point, Doomguy had slid down the wall and recovered enough to land on his feet and drop into a crouch. He pulled two weapons out, in one hand a gleaming metal pistol, and in the other a long, two barreled shotgun. Rapidly firing the pistol at the advancing Grundy, he shouted with rage.
"Huge zombie!! You must have huge guts! Huge guts to spill and tear out!"

"ARRRRGGGGHHH!!!"

The numb stinging of pistol bullets pockmarked the revenant's face, even as he slowly jogged forward. Crushing tables, chairs, and other assorted bits of furniture underneath his mighty boots, the pistol bullets did no more than slow him down even further. But Grundy wasn't about to give up on the sacred duty of guarding the tower that easily. He fought through the whizzing lead pellets, meaty fists raised to block the projectiles from hitting his face.

KABLAM

Grundy felt another, more powerful blast of lead tear through his torso and stomach. The Doomguy had unloaded a capful of shotgun pellets directly into his gut, and thick green sap squirted out of his lacerated white flesh. The zombie roared with anger, and having finally reached grasping range, swung a thick palm at the marine. It missed, the armored soldier nimbly rolling out of the way and unleashing another torrent of pistol bullets at the rotting mug. Taking a large step forward, Grundy wound up and aimed his mighty boot at Doomguy, landing a glancing kick on the marine's shoulder. It was enough to knock him off balance as he tried to skip backwards and out of range of the hulk's crushing grip, and so the verdant combatant was finally caught. Two thick fists lifted him clear off the ground and pulled at his arms hard enough to stretch muscles and rip fabric.

A full nelson had the marine helpless, at least for the moment, as Grundy applied pressure to the back of the man's head, squeezing tightly on his trapped limbs and holding him close in an overpowering hold. "GIVE UP NOW AND GRUNDY NOT RIP YOU IN HALF, GREEN MAN!"

725 words, sorry for the short post
Doomguy used Pistol, Shotgun
Grundy used Death Grip

[Tartaros]

-CRACK-

The undead colossus' grip tightened around the marine as he tried to force himself free. Grass-green ceramic plates and grey kevlar weave slowly cracked and ripped under Grundy's brute strength, as the fight around the two turned to a complete standstill.

"LITTLE MAN LISTEN?", the zombie shouted in the marine's face as he pinned him against the dull grey wall. "GRUNDY STILL NEED TO FINISH HIS HAM. GRUNDY IS VERY BUSY MAN."

"Shove it up your a-", the marine's response was cut off by another blow to the head.

"ANSWER."

Doomguy chuckled to himself between wheezing breaths. "Know what, lughead? Sure. Just hear me out first. And make you remember it."

"WHAT?", Grundy said, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Don't turn your back on a man holding a high explosive."

Before he could begin to form another sentence, the undead recognized a single, near-incomprehensible noise. The marine had dropped something. A dangerous, volatile, explosive something.

-BOOM-

In a moment, Solomon Grundy was blown headfirst into the sleek fiberglass paneling of the room as his target ran into the stairwell, throwing a bundle of smoke grenades behind him for good measure.

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Underneath his helmet, Tartaros' stony expression slowly twisted into a half-smile. Today was going to be more than he bargained for. Probably above his paygrade too. He really should see about a raise sometime.

The Astartes followed the rest of the group in pursuit through the fog, splitting into groups searching for the intruder. Finding himself with a strange hammer-wielding man and another hooded and stockier looking undead. They followed the trail of explosions and yelling in the distance, ascending towards the offices, and above that, the research center. The intruder's goal seemed all but obvious now. Some hired goon? Random thug with a deathwish? In any case, they were after something specific.

Bursting out of the stairwell, Tartaros was met with a hail of lead and fire zooming past his arm. Leaping back, he issued a single command to his fellows. "Stay behind. If anyone's getting their ass beat here, it best be me."

Readying himself, he charged through the storm of firepower as best he could, and sought cover behind one of Mr. Stark's prized display statues. His target didn't seem to have a taste for the arts however, as he continued spraying rounds past Tartaros. The ex-marine laughed to himself quietly as he pulled a barrage of his own. Though he would never admit it, he had been waiting for a situation like this.

The old man's coming out of retirement. You all better run, because sparks are going to fly.

Gripping a belt of cluster bombs in one hand and attaching his flamer to the other, Tartaros bounded towards Doomguy, spraying arcs of flame and tossing bombs towards his target like a hive ganger hopped up on Frenzon. The crackling flames spreading across the room and the thunderous roar of explosive rounds forced the intruder back as Tartaros bounded down the hall, casting aside his ragged cloak, and drawing his chainblade and Serpenta once again.

The first strike was swift and surgical, slashing at the USSMC soldier's bloodied torso, cutting into his rib cage as a beam of concentrated heat energy narrowly missed his head. The man responded in kind, spraying a burst of chaingun rounds right into Tartaros' shoulder. Rasping, the ex-marine limped forward, warm drops of blood trickling down his bare right hand and onto his chainsword.

"Hah... That was a rush and a half. Though I'm afraid it's only just begun though, boy. You've got yourself in some deep shit, and it's only going to get worse."

"Oh will you shut the fuck with this "boy" shit? Just keep fighting, tinhead.", Doomguy grumbled, as he slung his chaingun onto his back.

"Suit yourself.", Tartaros sighed.

As the Doomguy readied his shotgun for another round, he was met with a firm blow to the jaw. However the marine seemed relatively unfazed, blasting at Tartaros' legs before smacking him in the temple with the butt of his gun, knocking the ex-marine backwards across the ash-stained tile floor. As quickly as he was knocked down, Tartaros scrambled back onto his feet, and slashed again with his chainsword. This was met only with another blast, and lead shrapnel embedding itself in the ex-marine's greaves.

Tartaros took a step backwards, lining up the sights of his Volkite pistol and pulling a trigger. Another crackling orange beam shot through the air, burning into Doomguy's arm and drawing blood from the half-cauterized wound as the marine seethed through his teeth.

The soldier's response was just as brutal. Unloading another cartridge towards Tartaros, Doomguy swore under his breath before setting off around the room at a startling pace. He strafed around the room, leaving a rain of bullets in his wake. The wandering old man desperately dodged and weaved through the burning corridor, attempting to avoid the torrent that came his way, but it was no use. Shots blew out of the shotgun's barrel with a loud bang, tearing his skin and burying themselves in his right arm.

Tartaros growled in pain, as more blood seeped onto his skin, staining his arm a deep crimson. He ran towards the intruder, his blade humming softly, contrasting the appearance of its blood-soaked teeth.The ex-marine swung again violently, tearing through the muscle of his target's leg. Trying to ignore the pain, grinning underneath his stone-grey helmet, the Doomguy fired another shot, blasting Tartaros onto the floor. The marine pulled out his chainsaw, just about ready to finish the job... But just as the growl of its engines began to cut through the silence, the other group burst into the hall.

Bleached white bones flew across the room like javelins, materializing from thin air as the rest of the group closed in. Doomguy growled in frustration and revved his chainsaw violently, sending the whirling steel teeth into action in a matter of moments. The marine began his slaughter, shoving the whirring teeth of his weapon into Tartaros' torso, before charging headfirst into the hammer-wielding Somerled, tossing live grenades around the burning room like so much handfuls of sand.

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The ex-marine grumbled and slowly stumbled back onto his feet. There was a burning feeling as thick, crimson blood poured out of a ragged gash in his ceramite chestplate. The bastard's pretty clever, I'll give him that much, he thought to himself, But he's not getting away that easily. Not at fuckin' all.

Tartaros coughed up a drip of blood as he readied an axe and his trusted bolter, ready to head back into the fray. As he said, this was only the beginning.

1105 words according to wordcounter.net
Doomguy used Chainsaw, Shotgun, Grenade and Chaingun
Tartaros used Chainsword, Volkite Serpenta, Pyroclast Flame Projector, Cluster Grenade and Combat Focus
Sans used Them Bones (Spears)
Grundy used Death Grip

1 SP of 3 spent for Tartaros. Consider the power-up deactivated for now.

[Clownpiece]

Whirling blades met the hammer’s handle, barely lifted in time to keep the roaring chainsaw out of Somerled’s face. The clash created an ear-splitting screech as metal tore against metal, drowning out even the guttural growl of the green-clad soldier’s weapon. A wicked grin spread across the monster’s face, and with a roar of his own, faintly heard over the terrible shriek, he pushed forward against the mountain of a man.

A powerful thud stopped the roar and the screech, the engine of the chainsaw catching from the sudden force. The monster’s vision shook, and with Doomguy’s boot shoved into his gut, he was forced backwards. His hands ripped free from the hammer, and the great weight slammed into the ground with a mighty crash.

With one quick rev of the chainsaw, the metal teeth whirled back to life, and the soldier rushed the now defenseless Somerled, roaring death at the ready. The monster threw himself to the ground, crashing down with a heavy thud, the rumbling metal monstrosity occupying the space he’d been just a moment ago. A foot slammed down just to the right of the monster’s head, the other tottering haphazardly just inside his peripherals.

Somerled planted one hand firmly on the ground, the other shooting forward and latching onto the soldier’s ankle. An exclamation of some sort escaped the soldier, almost unheard over the roaring of the chainsaw, before his feet were ripped out from under him, the monster pushing himself back up in the same, swift movement. Any thumps given by the falling soldier were easily drowned out by the chainsaw, and the monster kicked himself forward, vaulting over Doomguy, towards his weapon.

With as much speed and grace as he could muster, the storm spirit scooped up the hammer, slowly lifting it above his head. Behind him, the engine of the chainsaw suddenly cut back off.

CRASH

He slammed the hammer into the ground behind him, shattering the floor just to the right of the soldier, missing the green-armored gunner with space to spare. The black hole of a gun barrel rose swiftly into his vision, almost in slow motion.

CRA-BOOM

A thundering blast rattled the walls, echoing back and forth down the halls until it was no more than a mere rumble. Somerled stared after the olive figure of the intruder skidding down the hall, his eyes briefly flashing over to his newly-mangled left hand. Shrugging it off, he closed it around the handle of the hammer, lifting the weapon up and sprinting down the corridor.

Before he could close even half the distance between him and his foe, an even bigger behemoth burst out from one of the adjoining rooms.
“Shit!” the monster yelled, feet kicking into a weird half-gallop as he tried to slow down, momentum carrying him onwards. Knowing there was no way he was going to stop in time, the monster dropped the weapon. Metal screeched across the ground, the weapon slowly coming to a stop before tapping the heels of Grundy, who the monster had already juked around. “You can use that!” the now disarmed spirit shouted back, keeping his pace up.

His gaze shot back forward, eyes locking on the spot he’d expected the intruder to lay, crumpled on the ground. Instead, he found the soldier back up on his feet, and himself staring at the barrel of yet another gun. The first shot blasted out, piercing the monster’s left arm, quickly followed by more, haphazard shots, and he dove into an adjoining room, out of sight.

Breathing in deeply, Somerled pressed himself against the wall just around the corner. A seemingly ceaseless barrage of gunfire and shouts from the hallway filled his ears. He couldn’t close the distance when the green bastard had guns. Someone else would need to get close enough and distract him before the monster could jump out again. Perhaps he could try throwing something?

As his mind frantically searched for something he could do to close the distance, he didn’t hear the volley of firearms cut out, and the powerful roar of the chainsaw rev back to life. Not more than moments later, a figure rounded the corner, yelling some sort of nonsense over the rumbling of the engine, and swung at the monster. Somerled instinctively brought his already-ruined hand up and slammed the whirling blades away. Blood splattered across both of the warriors, the metal teeth tearing into the limb before the entire machine was sent spinning across the room, wrenched out of the soldier’s grip.

Somerled drew in another, sharp breath as Doomguy brought back his fist. A burst of chilled air escaped the monster, and the fist slammed into his face. Stars flashed across his vision, and his only good hand shot forward, clamping onto the soldier’s helmet. Incoherent shouts escaped the spirit, and soon the intruder was sent flying back into the hallway. For a moment, Somerled paused, and he wondered why he just threw the guy with guns away from him. With a small shrug, he charged back in.

842 words according to Wordcounter
Doomguy used Chainsaw, Suppression Fire, and pulled out his Shotgun, though he didn’t get to fire it.
Somerled used the Osmium Hammer, Lightning Strike, and Whiteout.
The hammer is by Grundy’s feet.

[Doomguy]

As I raged through the heart of the skyscraper, two concerns had cropped up. One was that this supposed simple mission had turned to all out war against the forces that had chosen to defend the tower. These misfits turned out to be powerful people, enough so that every glance down at the bottom of my HUD told me that my ammo and health slowly depleted with each failed attempt to wiped them out and and each attack they landed. The second was that if I ever ran into another skeleton or zombie in my lifetime, then it would be too fucking soon! The skeletal security guard that I had dismissed at the start now harassed me with every inch I fought closer to the roof. Bone like spears followed me everywhere, the boney fighter either shot straight at me or carved their way across the wall as the other combatants took turns to drag me back into melee. The last combatant in particular, the zombie creature that called itself Grundy, had made rags of my armor and almost killed me twice before were it not for poor attention on his part.

I felt my blood boil as the battle slogged on, either side not willing to stop as destruction and blood trailed through the hallways, spent bullet casings and bloomed shotgun shells decorated the carpet wherever I went. Each time I outmaneuvered the security guards I still searched for a ways up, but I couldn't get very far with the gnarly wound across my leg the big armored dolt gave me and I would be under their cross hairs again. My only chance was a sign reading "stairs" at the end of the hallway I had bitterly dug into, and a slow retreat backwards sounded grim but it was my best shot.

I looked at the ammo counter in the bottom right of my helmet. I had enough. The barrels of my chaingun whirled like the machinery of death and I filled up the hallway with lead and fire.

"Come at me, you fucks!" I yelled along with my weapon as I stepped back. "Don't you have any spines?! I'd ask if you had any balls, but I know none of you do!" The walls exploded with plaster and paper as bullets slammed into them, a cloud of drywall hung where the scrimmage line laid. A few bullets wizzed past my own head through it, and I could see a slight blur of red as the scythe-wielding sniper thought she was safe from the back. I stopped the inaccurate fire and brought the sights of my weapon up. I let loose a burst of fire, and heard a feminine scream as a mist of red splattered across the wall behind her and she crumpled into the door frame she used as cover.

"One down!" I yelled as I let the chaingun hang and pulled out my shotgun, a few new shells slotted into the ammo feed as I expected the counter attack "Which is one is fucking next?!" The sound of thunder announced that one of the bigger guards had taken the challenge, and the heavily armored soldier charged forwards while thunder boy used him as a meat shield.

"Stand and take it like a man!" Tinman yelled, the high powered weapon he clutched just as loud as a few more explosive rounds were fired my way. We traded rounds, each pull of the trigger sent shocked down the nerves of the scorched skin my arm, until I felt one of the explosive rounds embedded into the chest of my armor. In that brief moment I felt dread rip down my spine before the impact turned into a fireball that rippled through the rest of my body.

Armor shards fragmented and splintered away from the explosion, along with chunks of flesh and specks of blood that bloomed around the initial hit. I reeled back from the blow, a cry of pain escaped my mouth. My armor had saved me from insides being turned to slurry, but I now had a crater in my torso and I had one hand pressed on it keep it as sealed as I could. I had only one shot, at tinman knew it as he charged in with an axe in one hand and a grenade pulled from his belt and tossed right at me.

I just smiled as I raised the shotgun at the explosive, pulled the tirgger with one hand, and buckshot collided with the grenade where it tumbled in the air and landed at the other marine's feet instead.

"Oh frak" was the only thing I could hear from the bloodied soldier before he grabbed his smaller companion. He threw the lighting user all the way back, t the cluster bomb blew the walls to bits and the floor was reduced to large gaps with weakened struts to bridge the two sides. Which the power armored soldier had carefully balanced himself on top of, only slightly worse for wear. I think for a moment he thought he had lucked out, until he looked up to see I switched the shotgun for my rocket launcher and heard the WHUNMPH as I sent the propelled explosive right at him. I didn't get to see what happened, as I immediately turned and rushed for the stairs, only the sound of metal and explosive and the lick of the pressure wave at my heels told that I hit something.

I hobbled as fast as I could over to other end, only for my heart to sink as I made it; there was a door. My boot repeated slammed into the lock, which slowly gave way with each strike. Not fast enough for my liking, as I heard the the pounding of feet behind me again, and when I gave a quick look back to the other I saw the enormous body of the zombie man jump over the pit in a single bound. His stupid cardboard armor and the stolen hammer in his hand was then a sight of terror.

"GREEN MAN, YOU HURT LITTLE GIRL! GRUNDY WILL-" I didn't even give him the chance to say anything as I ripped a smoke grenade from it's spot, pulled the pin, and let it drop to my feet. Everything was immediately blocked out by a thick fog, and I took the chance to sidestep into the stairwell "GREEN MAN CAN'T HIDE FROM GRUNDY!" He yelled louder, which was amazing considering he already had no volume control. All for nothing, as I watched his silhouette charge through where I was a second ago and into the wall I had stood in front of. The only thing running with the zombie was his legs.

"Grundy needs to shut up" I quipped as I reached down to my belt again and pulled open a medkit, I pulled apart the back of a medi-patch and slapped onto the hole in my body. It stung like a hot iron, but the pain suppressors started their work and the bleeding was successfully staunched. I'd deal with the shrapnel when I wasn't under fire.

But I wasn't dead yet. I ascended the stairs, super shotgun and hand, and images of reducing the tower to rubble in my head.

Word count: 1232
Doomguy: Shotgun, Suppressible Fire, Chaingun, rocket launcher, regeneration (1 sp)
Sans: Dem Bones
Tartar: Bolter, Chaingun
Grundy: Generic Melee
Somerled: sir-not-doing-anything-in-this-post

[Sans]

The skeleton's head throbbed, his vision was blurry, and all sound was replaced by an unbearable ringing. He laid on a pile of bullet casings mixed with blood, the explosion having sent him flying a few feet away. He blinked, feeling a twinge of pain above his left eye as red gel seeped through a fracture above his eye. He covered it up with his hand, looking towards the soldier on the other side of the pit. He witnessed Grundy leap across to face him before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
 
"-ans? Sa- u there?"

He let in a sharp intake of breath, looking down towards the end of his jacket. He slid his hand down towards the HT, slowly rolling onto his back. He pressed a small button, the static going silent as he spoke.

"i read ya, bill nye."

"-ood. The skies are clear, mostly. Most of t- -aff have been evacuated. We're just getting ready to pull out."

"and p- the people who came through the portal?"The security guard said, staring at the HT with widened eyes and clenched hands.

"Still here, but don- -orry. They're with me," was the response.

The skeleton sighed, resting his head on the floor.

"can i... talk to one of them? preferably the skeleton?" He asked.

Silence. Unbearable silence.

"One moment."

The comedian closed his eyes, bringing the walkie-talkie to his chest. He mouthed a prayer to any god out there to let him hear his voice again. At least one last time. The world couldn't be that cruel as to refuse to give him that, right?

"SANS?" cried the HT, a loud, obnoxious shriek echoing from it alongside the sounds of a helicopter.

"paps!" he cried, letting loose a giant barrel of laughter. He felt like crying as a reinvigorating wave washed over him, "paps! oh my god, papy!!"

"OH MY GOD, INDEED BROTHER! HOW DID YOU GET HERE AHEAD OF US?! I LAST SAW YOU AT GRILLBY'S!!"

"i'll explain later, bro! just get on the helicopter with the bill nye guy."

"WHY?! I WANT TO SEE YOU, THOUGH!! IS SOMETHING GOING ON?!"

"no! it's just..." He said, desperation in his voice, "…trust me, okay? get on the chopper."

"OH....OKAY. I'LL SEE YOU LATER, SANS!! I'LL JUST HELP GET THIS GREEN HUMAN ONTO THE CHOPPER FOR THE EVACUATION!!!"

"got it, pa- wait, NO!!"

His hands instinctively squeezed the HT, his pupils as small as pin-pricks. He was speechless, his mind running in circles before screaming into the walkie-talkie, the lack of a response sending shivers down his spine.

He swiftly pushed himself off of the ground, almost slipping as he ran across the puddles of blood towards the strut bridge. He darted through the smoke, sprinting past the other guards as he charged through the door and up the stairs.

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The stairwell seemed to rise for miles as Sans bolted up it. He had tripped over his feet more than a few times, his legs feeling like lead and his body smelling of blood and sweat. Despite these setbacks, however, the skeleton moved faster and faster, his sights set on reaching the roof. As he drew closer to the top, a terrifying thought invaded his mind. One that he hoped beyond hope was just paranoia.

Shooting up a final set of stairs, he charged towards a large door, pushing it forward with all his might. He braced himself for what he would witness on the other side.

Sunlight blinded him for a few moments as he opened the door, squinting his as he looked around the environment. There was the vent cover he had removed earlier, and the metal booths the scientists used close to the large portal. His station was to the right of those booths, and helicopters soared through the sky, all flying away from the tower.

In the middle, close to the portal, laid Papyrus, clutching his chest. The green man was nowhere to be seen.

"no..no!" Sans whispered. He scampered forward, shouting out to Papyrus. The taller monster looked up, his visibly pained face replaced by a smile momentarily.

"BROTHER?" Papyrus murmured, his heightened voice evident despite an obvious struggle to breathe.

The guard slid down onto his knees, stopping next to his brother's torso. He quickly tried to calm him down, saying everything was going to be alright. He asked if he could see the wound, just to see if it was bad. His younger brother obeyed, removing his red gloved hand from his chest. His white chest-piece was completely shredded, his red scarf and his chest peppered with holes filled with pellets. It didn't take long for the guard to figure it out, and he fought off the urge to cry. He didn't want it to happen again. He didn't want to lose him another time. He wouldn't be able to handle it. He just wanted to be with his brother again. He wanted to keep him the innocent brother he always knew him as. He wanted him happy. He needed him happy.

"it's fine, papy. you'll be okay. you'll be okay.."he lied, his voice cracking as he placed his brother's hand back on his chest, closing his eyes.

He felt his brother's arms wrap around him, squeezing him. He opened his eyes, seeing tears flowing down Papyrus' face.

"SANS... WHAT IS IT LIKE?"

"it's...like sleeping. if.. it makes it easier, i can... read you a story?"

"Please…" His brother said.

“okay…” He replied, quivering. Pausing momentarily, he told his favorite bedtime story.

“one day, the little fluffy bunny ran into the meadow for a game of hide-and-seek. they searched through the grass. she was not there. they searched through the pond. she was not there.”

As he continued, he hugged Papyrus as tightly as he could, starting to feel his form disappear into nothing. He kept reciting the story even as he saw his brother crumble to dust until he was just clutching the tattered remains of his scarf.

“wh-where could m-my fluffy bunny…… be?” He whispered before burying his face in the scarf, sobbing into it.
 
He remained in that position for a while, even as the Doomguy walked out of one of the metal booths, punching the side of one while letting out a frustrated groan. He quickly took notice of the security guard, his cries muffled. His helmet hid a cocked eyebrow that was slowly replaced by a look of horrific realization. At the same time, the skeleton’s weeps grew silent as he removed the scarf from his face. He found his hood had fallen over his head, masking all but his smile.

Looking up from the scarf, he stared at the super soldier, his hands turning into fists that tightened around the scarf. He stood up, never taking his eyes off of the demonic individual.

“man, would you look at all the destruction everywhere. might just be me, but i don’t remember it happening before you showed up. i also didn’t remember my brother dead either. silly thing, huh? how things like this just happen on occasion.”

The soldier took a step back, obviously weary of what was going on as well as the disturbingly goofy tone the comedian displayed.

“but i know what you’re thinking. you probably got some justification for why you’re trying to shut down the portal. probably that thing that you said happened. well, dude? i stand by my response to that.”

The skeleton chuckled, his hands surrounded by a cyan smoke, his eye sockets pitch black. Before the man could respond, he found himself surrounded by five bone-like spears, followed by a large goat skull on both sides of him.

“I ain’t letting you kill us.”

It's Raining Somewhere Else...But the Thunder can be heard From Afar.

Word Limit: 1,287
Moves Used: Them Bones, Gaster Blaster, Do You Wanna Have a Bad Time? (Tier 1 Power Up) - Sans
Super Shotgun - Doomguy
Powers used: N/A


I believe the transformation carrries over to the enxt post, if I'm not mistaken, since it's at the end.

[Tartaros]

The Doomguy grumbled disinterestedly under his breath as he pushed another shell into his shotgun with an audible click.

"Eh... Go fuck yourself, kid. I ain't gotta justify the shit I do to the likes'a you, your crew of rejects or the corporate assholes you work for."

Scowling in response, the skeleton clicked his fingers. In a moment, beams of glowing, fluorescent light emerged from the floating skulls, singing the marine's armour and burning his flesh as he tried to duck out the way. The Doomguy stumbled across the floor, lances of bone flying past his head as he fumbled with his shotgun. Eventually, he gripped his gun tightly and fired at the skeletal figure. In what seemed like an instant, Sans floated to the side, the pieces of shot barely scraping across his bright blue jacket's arm.

"Try again, murderer."

Before the marine could respond, he was met with another barrage of bones barreling towards him, knocking against his chestplate and shunting him backwards.  

Doomguy muttered and cursed under his breath as he began to run. 

"HERE'S SOME PARTING GIFTS, ASSHOLE!", he yelled, throwing a batch of frag grenades backwards into the pun-loving corpse as he bolted for the gate.

Sans tried to leap for cover, but it was too late. The explosives detonated in a blast of raging flame, searing his leg and knocking and chunk of scaffold into his back. The skeleton groaned in pain before telekinetically flinging the iron bar off of his back and giving chase yet again.

Zooming across the roof, the walking, talking cadaver found himself with Doomguy again rather quickly, following the trail of bullet casings, burn marks and broken doors. Picking up a broken chunk of rubble and tossing it at the marine, he got his attention rather quickly.

"What the he- It's you again! WILL YOU ALL JUST LEAVE THE FUCK ALONE!"

"Not until you answer for what you've done."

"THIS IS THE LAST. FUCKING. TIME."

The Doomguy gripped his chaingun, his veins visibly bulging from underneath his skin, and opened fire. Sans zig-zagged down across rooof and through the hail of gunfire, summoning shields of bone from the ground with a simple wave of his hand. As he began to approach the marine, the skeleton stopped, summoning a barrier of bones all around himself. It wasn't going to keep him completely safe, but it was good enough for what he had planned. As rounds battered against the barricade and whizzed past his skull, Sans began to summon his blasters. 

-CRACK-

The barricade had broken, leaving a shouting, cursing Doomguy right in front of his now tired target. Enraged, the marine charged towards him, holding his chaingun like a club.

"Wait for iiiiiit...", Sans muttered under his breath, smiling.

"ARGH!"

The Doomguy fell to the ground, revealing the smoking backside of his armour and a pair of floating skulls behind him.

"Bingo."

"YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING GAME?!", the rampaging marine screamed at the top of his lungs as he got off the floor, clutching his fists tightly. He struck first, surprising Sans and landing a firm blow on his jaw, almost dislocating it, "I'LL SHOW YOU A REAL FUCKING FIGHT."

The second blow was as vicious as the first, knocking the ossified irritance across the floor of the hall and onto his back. Though just as the marine was about to land a third and final blow with his boot, he was shoved forward by a familiar, rotting fist. 

"GRUNDY SAY YOU SHOULD LISTEN."

As he turned his head, the marine found three burned, battered and bloodied men staring at him from the busted fire exit with a pair of yellow orbs, a pair of shattered red eyepieces, and a pair of dull, grey eyes. 

"Fuck's sake. Not you assholes again.”, the marine groaned, panting as he spoke “How are you still ali-"

Doomguy was interrupted by a large spike of a slug embedding itself in the floor with a violent thud, just in front of his dull beige combat boots. He looked up, finding a shotgun barrel pointed straight towards him.

“Come on now”, Tartaros’ voice replied, distorted by a mangled vox grille. “Give it up. You’ve caused enough damage already. I’m giving you one last chance. Put down your weapon and we’ll all go on with on lives. Hell, maybe get some drinks or some dreck like that. Just. Stand Down.”

Taggart sighed, the vice-like grip of his fists slumping as he reached for his gear.
“Nice and slow.”, the Luna Wolf continued, his sights still firmly affixed on the marine’s leaf-green chestplate.

“I suppose you might be right…”, the man grumbled as he began to wrap his hands around the handle of his favoured explosive device. “BUT I DON’T FUCKIN’ CARE!”

“Motherfuc-”

Tartaros unloaded a slug into Doomguy’s torso as his two comrades tried to charge ahead, but it was too late. The marine had already fired, sending a primed rocket right into the center of the group. All Tartaros could hope for now is to strike back just as fiercely, if could even move afterwards.

In moments, the hallway was consumed in flames and smoke as the marine fled towards the next floor, screaming half-audible, pain-fueled taunts towards the group as he leaped and bounded across the rooftop.

884 words according to wordcounter.net

Sans used Do You Wanna Have A Bad Time, Dem Bones and Gaster Blaster - 1 SP spent
Doomguy used Shotgun, Chaingun and Rocket Launcher.
Tartaros used Combat Shotgun.
Solomon Grundy tried to use his fists, but asplosions 2stronk
Somerled Murdoch tried to use Osmium Hammer, but asplosions 2stronk


Sans isn’t in great shape, as he’s been thoroughly ripped and teared
Doomguy’s been shot with a slug and burned quite badly by the Gaster Blasters
Tartaros, Somerled and Grundy have just been asploded again, needless to say, Tart is pretty pissed

[Clownpiece]

Somerled watched on, hammer at the ready, as one big armored man tried to talk the other one down, and for one stupid moment, he allowed himself to get hopeful. Perhaps the collateral damage would stop here and he wouldn’t have to renew his fucking contract for another year. An angry shout of some sort shattered those hopes, and the new weapon in the intruder’s hand ruined any chance the monster had at getting out of this job.

A great lump of fire and metal sped out of the rocket launcher, bearing down on the group. Somerled let out a garbled celtic curse, and swung his arms forward haphazardly, bringing the hammer around to hopefully slam the explosive out of the air. The huge metal mallet missed horribly, hitting nothing but air, and suddenly the monster’s entire body was ripped to the side, away from the rocket.

Searing heat overwhelmed Somerled’s senses, drowning out even the tremendous blast the explosive had given off, before fading away quickly as the weight of the hammer dragged him away from the explosion. Metal crashed against concrete, and the breath was driven from his lungs as his slammed into the head of the hammer.

The storm spirit coughed roughly, silently thanking physics and the wonderful thing called momentum in his head. Releasing his death grip on his weapon, he sprang to his feet and scanned the rooftop, searching out the green-clad soldier. Soon, his gaze fell upon not only his prey, but the entire group of people giving chase. A faint scraping sound reached Somerled’s ears as he lifted the mallet back off the ground.

Wind bursted at the monster’s back, driving him forward and bringing him to his full sprint faster than he normally would have reached it due to being impeded by the weight of the hammer. Concrete and stone blurred past, and he found himself closing quickly on the group, which was once again embroiled in a fight.

Gunfire and similar blasts emanated from the clusterfuck, much more silent than Somerled would have liked. Various mouths opened and closed, voicing some sort of grievances, but too silent to be heard over the din of their weaponry. A cruel grin spread across his face as he closed the distance. His mouth opened of its own accord, unheard words escaping it as his other half tried in vain to dissuade him from his next action.

With the green asshole’s back to him, apparently distracted by the white and blue colored weirdo, Somerled surged forward. He awkwardly sprinted past his big armored ally, cutting into his line of fire, and his hammer lifted high above his head, already way past the point of no return. The monster’s entire being strained as he forced the massive hammer downwards, and with an unexpected rapidity and awareness for, his foe whipped around, bringing a gun to bear. A gun wouldn’t win against momentum, however, and the human dove out of the way.

CRACK

Concrete exploded under the immense power, violently throwing stone shrapnel about. A dull rattle shook Somerled’s body and he was nearly forced to the ground from the huge momentum. The monster straightened back up with as much haste as he could manage, letting go of his weapon in the process. He spun on his heels towards the direction he saw the Doomguy dive, finding, much to his surprise, that the big grey whatever had him in its grasp. At this sight, Somerled cackled, half under his breath.

Rolled right into him.

Holes blasted into the behemoth’s chest, the aftermath of a surprisingly silent gunshot. Its grip didn’t falter however, and instead, its mouth opened up in some sort of inaudible shout.

Who needs hearing anyway?

More holes began puncturing various parts of the giant, finally breaking its grip. Somerled surged forward as the soldier wriggled free from its grip and dove away. A burst of wind at the monster’s back brought him even closer to his foe, who was already rising from his roll, bringing his gun up and leveling it at him.

The muzzle flashed as one round fired off, causing him to stumble for a brief moment, before another gust of wind closed the last of the distance between them. Brilliant white light blinded both of them for a brief moment. Another shockwave rippled through Somerled’s body as his strike simultaneously exploded his hand into gore and forced the soldier to the ground, hard. He spared a glance towards his poor left hand, noticing that it was now nothing more than a burned and cauterized stump.

There was no point in mourning the loss of his hand, it’d grow back eventually. Bones pierced the ground where his foe had just been, just barely inside Somerled’s vision, telling him that he should get moving again. His gaze shot back over to the green armored berserker, worse for wear but already back on his feet and gunning for the skeleton.

Let’s make him stay down.

He was damn sturdy for a human. With only one hand to his name, the storm spirit would be hard pressed to end this durable motherfucker without the aid of a tornado, which would take far too long to call down. There always was his other half, however. Faster results, bigger explosion.

“Burn it all away, Sonny!” The monster shouted, his voice drawing the attention of the soldier again. Intense, crushing pain erupted in his head, his vision shuddering as power was ripped from him. Beautiful sunlight coalesced in front of Somerled, quickly hardening and becoming the sun spirit, radiating with an already painful heat, and ready to explode.

Words: 940 according to Wordcounter
Doomguy used: Shotgun, and forced to Pistol when he got grabbed
Tartaros used: Combat Shotgun in initial firefight
Grundy used: Death Grip
Sans used: Them Bones (Spears)
Somerled used: Osmium Hammer, Lightning Strike, Spirit of the Sun -1 SP (0/1)


Grundy has several new holes in him.
Somerled has no left hand, a new bullet hole in his hip, and some minor burns on both of his legs.
Doomguy’s innards are fucked up from the hand-exploding punch.

[Harlan Higgs]

The battered behemoth's vision flared in one brilliant white flash as Somerled's doppleganger exploded with the intensity of a solar flare. Too late Grundy raised a hand to shield his face from the blast, an ultimately futile gesture as the wet, chunky swamp matter that served as his skin had mostly peeled from his face, leaving a yellowed and cracked death's head that glowed with yellow eye sockets. He was violently pushed backwards, stumbling closer to the safety fence that ringed the edge of the building's rooftop. He regained his balance, clouded vision scanning the battleground for that hint of green, and he saw it. Crouched behind a bank of very expensive concrete planters, filled with lush ferns. 

The Doomguy looked almost as beaten as the rest of them, although he was still sending bullets, curses, and grenades with annoying efficiency. Laughing, LAUGHING, in the face of his tired and haggard foes, the thrill of triumph as he was literally right next to his goal. Ducking behind the planter, Solomon saw the green marine yell into his right arm, and a few seconds later heard the -fwupfwupfwupfwupfwup- sound of a helicopter rising behind him. And a voice, echoing through a megaphone.

"YOU! YES, YOU! STAND STILL, ZOMBIE!"

The sleek black metal of the combat helicopter positively shone in the light of the sun and the glowing energies of the portal containment system. It lazily floated over the battlefield, spraying Grundy with volleys of .50 caliber bullets as the marine's backup drifted towards him. Ripped chunks of flesh, tattered cloth, and what remained of the zombie's natty shirt fell off him, the golem oozing green sap everywhere as he felt his frame sloughing off from the sustained damage.
He dove behind another one of those convieniently placed planters, and peered hard at his compatriots and coworkers. 

The grey man with the white hair was slumped over, either dead, knocked out, or taking a breather. Tartaros's armor was cracked, dented, and his helmet glass was shattered, revealing the weary face within. Still, the Space Marine shot round after round of ammo towards the intruder as he affixed several small packages to the portal's containment field. The realization of failure was in the air as the Doomguy combat rolled out of cover, weaving between different fences and ornamentals on the rooftop, heading towards the landing pad and covering his escape with more rapid pistol fire. 

Grundy saw his last remaining chance to, if not stop the marine, ensure that he did not escape with his triumph and would find his victory a pyrrhic one. Slowly at first, but gaining in speed, the giant white monster ran out to intercept the green marine, lumbering towards him in a half limping gait. Looking backwards, Taggart swore, inaudibly over the rotors of the helicopter, and motioned at the whirlybird. More high caliber rounds shot through the zombie's body, but it didn't slow him. As he reached the marine, he swung wildly at him, smashing the ground and the air, all the while inhaling deeply and tensing his muscles. Finally, as Doomguy narrowly escaped another one of his wild swings, Grundy exhaled a nasty green mist. His mouth spat choking, acrid vapor, and all the wounds on his body sprayed it out into a thick, cloying aura. The marine was overwhelmed with the thick fog, and Grundy took a step back, his head spinning from the exertion, feeling his body more numb than usual. 

Above them, the helicopter floated to and fro, trying desperately to find a spot to land and save their agent. 

Ha.

"Go, go, go, goddamnit! Get him out of there!" "Sarge, We can't land, the zone's too ho- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

A pale, corpselike figure sailed up past the helicopter, grinning skull an omen for the fate of the crew inside as Grundy grabbed the tail of the machine with a fist that was half bone. Bullets ripped through his dead flesh once more as he pulled the whirly bird out of the sky and began his descent towards the rooftop, where the Doomguy was still choking. "GREEN MAN WANT HELICOPTER? HERE...GRUNDY GIVE YOU!"

The screams of the crew mixed with Grundy's bestial yell as they dropped through the air like a stone. Huge, dead fists dented and rent the machine's armor as the undead freak pummeled it downwards with the last bits of his monstrous strength.

"SOLOMON GRUNDY....BURIED! ON! SUNDAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!"

738 Words according to Wordcounter.
Doomguy used Pistol, Grenade.
Grundy used Grave Rot, and Tier 1 Super: Buried on Sunday 1 SP, 0/1 Remaining.

Portal is rigged to blow, and there is a helicopter about to crash onto most of the rooftop, with a nearly dead Grundy accelerating it. With punches.

[Doomguy]

Inside the toxic green cloud the giant zombieman unleashed, I was blind. My helmet sealed itself when it detected the poison, but that didn't stop some of it to force its way into my lungs, and my body responded with sharp heaves and coughs as my body tried to desperately expel it. Between that and the zero visibility, I was forced to fire in random and sporadic burst in the hope the enemy would keep back before it cleared. I flatted myself close to the ground, hard concrete pressed against my wounds as I watched for Grundy to charge agai . He never came, a momentary blessing that turned into a stone in my stomach as I wondered: "Where did he go?"

A question that was answered by the big green man himself as I heard metal above me rended and pounded by an unrelenting force, and the failure of the powerful motors of the military helicopter. The cloud cleared slightly as the massive bulk of steel and aluminum plummeted towards where I laid, and his scream spelled out my doom.

I barely had a second to roll to one side before the vehicle landed on top of me, several thousand pounds of tempered metal didn't so much break as pulverized my left shoulder and half of my rib cage, a near miss of my heart kept me from me from dying instantly. A small miracle of the worst kind, as that did not stop the unbearable pain nor ignored the fact that I was still pinned to the floor with a broken helicopter as I watched the angry zombie on top thrash away at me. The nosecone collapsed, not meant to take this kind of abuse, and it curved around the rest of my torso and most of my limbs. Each thrown punch from the corpse was like a earthquake, with the epicenter focused on my chest. The floor under me buckled, and shards of glass from the cockpit rained down on my head. A jagged hard edge pressed against my neck, each slam threatened to crush my airpipe and snap my neck. If I didn't die from the internal bleeding it would have been through the world's slowest decapitation.

But I held the will to live. I couldn't reach the weapons pressed into my back, but the shotguns holstered at my hip I could still reach. The wooden barrel of the super shotgun may as well have been lead with all the weight put down upon it and and the weakness that crawled across my limbs. But I ripped it away and leveled it up towards the zombie's chest with one last big smile.

"Go fuck yourself"

Grundy held up his toaster oven sized fist, ready to let down on last hammer blow, when I pulled both triggers back and unleashed buckshot hell. The recoil of the beautifully crafted weapon ripped it from my hand, but it did the job as the zombie's torso exploded into green sludge. He was forced upwards by the amount of lead that hit him, enough that his head got too close to the still spinning rotor blades. The sound of a butcher's knife hitting meat rang out as the massive monster's scalp was shaved too close, more green goo flew across the roof and he was set off to the side. It relieved some weight, but it was of little consequence as I laid there unable to move most of my body and what could was too weak to.

My haggard breath took in a large gulp of air in reaction to the lessened weight, and as a reward I felt my throat fill with blood. I coughed the liquid up, the thick lifeforce covered the inside of my helmet and blinded me. Weakly, I grabbed the top of my helmet with my free hand and threw it off, just so I could see my lost moments under the lowered sun. What I saw only salted the wounds.

The power armored marine stood a fair distance away, his rifle aimed at me. Although worse for wear, he still stood and eyed me through where the lenses of his helmet once where. I envied him standing. Sans had bolted off towards the portal, the explosives I attached to it got his attention. Although he seemed to have plenty of time to glance hatefully at me. I couldn't blame him. I didn't even know where Blondy went after he exploded, if he was anywhere at all other than in pieces, and despite everything that happened to the zombie I heard movement to my left, like a wounded beast limping away.

I could have ended it all if I could reach anything, but I had dropped the detonator when I was hit by the military vehicle. Even my pistol was trapped under my left side when a single shot would have set them off, and the one one I could reach is now out of ammo. I stared off to the side, a cool breeze across my now exposed face the only comfort to be had.

"Is this how you thought this was going to end?" The distorted voice of the other marine asked. I wasn't sure if he was trying to be friendly now that I wasn't a threat, or sincerely curious, but I had to look up into the darkening sky as I thought about it. Maybe not exactly like this, but I knew it would be against peers rather than a swarm of mooks that would finally put me down. Although perhaps I wished that I could have killed a few more demons in the process.

"Yes"

"Then why didn't you stop!?" he asked for a bit more force. It almost seemed like an accusation "There's no point to throw your life away so meaninglessly!"

I thought about that too. I closed my eyes for a moment as I remembered that moment. Phobos base, inside the hanger. As I heard the screams of my fellow soldiers, tore to shreds and burned to a heap by what they found inside as I was left to secure our way out. I opened my eyes and looked slightly to my left, as I examined the bodies of the men inside the ruined husk of the helicopter. If they didn't die at impact, Grundy crushing blows certainly did. Men I knew, once again dead where I lived.

"Have you ever found yourself alone, those who you loved and fought with dead around you? Do you know the burden on your shoulders as the lone survivor? Always running through your mind how you could have saved them?" I asked, and the marine seemed stunned. He looked away from me, unable to give an immediate response. Sans looked back as well when I said that. There was still so much anger in him, and yet I could see a twinge of something in his face. They didn't need to answer, I could see it in their eyes.

"Then you there was no other way this was going to end" I reached down and patted down the objects at the belt, empty ammo pouches and torn medic bags.

Until they crossed a particular black one, a slight jingle with a finger revealed that the contents were still intact. My mind reeled, the slow acceptance of the end ripped down by a single last desperate drive. Who needed guns? Guns were for pussies. All I needed where my fists.

"What's your name?" I asked to the marine

"...Tartaros"

"I'm Do-" I thought better of it this time. If I was to die here, it was rather I was remembered right "Flynn Taggart" I stared at Sans, who did not seem to expect that I would address him directly "What I did...before..." Did I kill a man or a demon? Perhaps I didn't want to know, less I tore myself apart. "He didn't deserve it. But I won't ask for forgiveness. What happened happened, and we can't change that."

"...I can't change that, but I'll live" The boney security guard finally responded, his attention turned to me rather than what I was doing "You'll be burning in Hell"

"Been there, done that" I laughed, a bit more blood sprayed on the crumpled concrete.

"Then someone stick a fork in you, you're done"

The laugh grew harder, my partly crushed chest flared in pain but it didn't stop me. I ripped my hand from the black medical bag, the syringe filled with Bezerk victoriously held above me. I heard the click from Tartaros as his rifle announced that he was out of ammo too. The needle plunged into my neck, and I felt the sludge injected into my veins as pushed the plunger down.

A blood soaked, toothy grin was all I offered.

"I am not dead yet!"

The pain disappeared across my body, a numb memory of only moment before, while my mind burned like a raging inferno. My muscles tensed as they were flooded with fuel, and my eyes were obscured in red rage. I balled my fist and what little movement I could muster was thrown into a punch into the underside of lump of metal that trapped me. The blow sent it teetering off of me, the weight gone momentarily as it threatened to come back down. Until I lifted both boots up and with my entire body pushed into it and sent it to capsized away from me, the skeleton forced to jump away as he was caught off guard by my sudden strength. In the same movement I rolled back to my feet, my hands clutched around brass knuckles and my head full of mad.

"Did I ever ask for your mercy!?" My drug addled mind produced before I charged in with rage renewed.

Lets Finish This

The other marine charged in, his weapon now replaced with his chainsword in one hand and a hand axe in the other. We didn't so much run to as we did bound at each other, pure will kept my broken body in motion. He swung across my torso, in the hope to finish me in a single cleave. I swung an arm counter to it, the whirling teeth battered away as I hit it at the side with my elbow. An otherwise painful move sent his arm flying back  and I swung in with the other fist. A crack rang out as the knuckle duster left an imprint into his chest plate and he was sent back in totally surprise at it.

"Here comes the night train! Chugga chugga chugga boogie!" I raved as I ran towards my target and swung again. He turned to the side and deflected it of his over-sized shoulder pad, but I still put a long crack in it as the blow connected "It's the last call, and all drinks are on me!"

The chainsword whirled its deadly teeth as it was brought down on my head to tear my forehead into hamburger, only for me to sidestep the weapon to his left. But the other marine was no fool, as he swung back and clocked me across the side with the blunt side and followed through as his hatchet logged itself in my shoulder. I felt the bone around the eye socket cave in from the blow, and the hefty blade dug into my collar bone, but the blood and the pain seemed like far off things compared to the threat in front of me. My hand gripped around the neck of his armor and pulled him down to my level, his axe still in me, as I held my other arm back and started to repeatedly smash my fist into his helmet. His already ruined grill has now dismantled and if his eye pieces weren't already broken they would have been as the blows kept up. He had his chainsword at my stomach to try and tear me in half, but this time I was ready. I grabbed onto his fist gripped around the handle and held it back, the teeth only inches away from me, until I lifted him by his own armor and threw him to the ground. With his other arm still in my hand, I stomped on the other marines and held him down as I pulled on his arm with the intent to rip it from his torso. Servos whined as I twisted them in a way they weren't designed as I felt flesh start to compromise.

At least until several long femur bones pieced through my chest. I may not have noticed, my body so dulled by the chemicals in my veins, if I didn't see them stick out my armor. I glanced from their origin to see the bone white Sans with his hand up and pointed at me. I was content to just put one last kick to the side of the space marine before I bounded off after the skeleton.

He didn't hold still as I chased after him, he almost seemed to teleport as I got close, but there was only so much roof to run across. Waves of ribs flew across the floor to stop me, but I weaved through them as adrenaline pushed me on even with blood dripped across my sight. He was on on the edge as I neared my gasp, desperation in his eyes.

So he jumped off. 

"For a skeleton, he was a spineless wimp!" I laughed, happy to see an enemy gone. A short lived victory, as I felt something smashed across the back of my exposed head. My vision blurred from the direct blow and I only managed to dodge another one by an unpredictable spin around to see Blondy was behind me. He wielded an assault rifle like a club, blood splattered on the stock from where he hit me. I let out a roar and readied another punch, which he tired to block with his weapon. Without any effect, unfortunately for him, as the fist collided with the body of the weapon and splintered it into two pieces. He responded with a hook of his own, electric power ran through my body and I felt my body spam and shrink back from the heavy blow.

But I didn't go down.

"Ooh, you have a nice hit. I like it, I like it. Let me show you mine" I returned the attack with my own, a solid blow across his jaw. There was no style to this fight, only a slugfest between the two of us as we tried to survive each blow that was landed on us and throw our own. Eventually he had a clever idea, as he grabbed the handle of the hatchet in my armor and ripped it out, a sharp bolt of pain when it left, and he was ready to cleave me in two. But I was still faster, and I caught a uppercut into his stomach. His torso (and the rest of him) went across the roof to elsewhere, but I couldn't see where as  I was distracted by a chuckle behind me.

There I saw the biggest smile on the skull of a face of Sans, atop one of giant goat skull and floated above me.

"Motherfuck-" I couldn't even finish the world before it fired another massive beam at me, magical energy tore up where I stood only a second ago. It caught be in the arm and leg as I tried to flee and I felt a burn that almost seemed to sear my entire body as it hit, but I still stood against it, but without ammo I wasn't going to hit him. 

I needed a gun. I needed a BIG gun. I needed to end this. I glanced over to the fallen and turned over helicopter that laid close to the portal. The fifty cal. I rushed over to it, my body forced through will alone. In front of me the hulk of dead flesh rose, Grundy still lived,  the skull that was left of his head with a bit of brain poking out. As I neared I swiped the detonator from the crater I was once trapped in, not about to lose it all on a gamble

I pulled the chainsaw out, the bent blade would have one last hurrah as I pulled the string, a wretched sound sputtered from the engine as it force itself alive. Images ran through my head. Break them, smash them. Burn, Rip. Tear. Rip and tear, rip and tear-

"RIP AND TEAR! RIP AND TEAR YOUR GUTS! YOU ARE HUGE! THAT MEANS YOU HAVE HUGE GUTS! RIP AND TEAR!"

Words: 2844 (fuck you, word limit)
Doomguy used: Super Shotgun, Bezerk (two doses, so still a bezerking man and a half in Sans's post) 1/6 SP, Healing 1 HP (0/6 sp), chainsaw
Grundy Used: Helicopter DA!
Tartatos Used: Chainsword, Hatchet
Sans Used: Dem Bones, Gaster Blaster
Somerled: lots of punching

[Tartaros]

Grundy stood in front of the raving madman, panting. The undead giant simply stood and ignored his tirade of threats and expletives, until he reached for his chainsaw. 

"RIP AND TEEEA-", the marine was interrupted by a swift blow to the jaw.

"GRUNDY THINK MAN NEED TO BE QUIET."

Gripping his saw firmly and spitting a glob of bloody saliva onto the floor, Taggart charged. He bounded towards his target manically, waving his blade in stammering, frantic swipes. Sidestepping Grundy's attempt at a second strike, he cleaved into the giant's arm, splattering the ground with chunks of dull green viscera as he laughed to himself in a drug-fueled haze.

The rotting colossus responded in kind, stumbling forward and letting loose a flurry of blows, swinging with all the care and grace of a drunken, enraged bull. Heedless of Taggart's frenzied torrent of slashes and jabs, Grundy continued without relent, weathering the marine with by-blow after by-blow until he could finally get in a proper hook.

"STAY STILL. GRUNDY NOT SMASH SO FAST.", the monster roared.

"TRY AND KEEP UP ZOMBIEMAN!", Doomguy screamed in reply, "HERE COMES THE GRAND FUCKIN' FINALE! CHOO CHOO!"

Tumbling across the concrete to the side of the rampaging monster, Taggart leaped up and smashed his fist into the undead's exposed temple, sending splinters of bleached bone flying through the air. The berserk marine followed up with a blow to the gut, sawing deep into his opponent's torso and tossing him through the air, right into the floating, skeletal annoyance in the distance.

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The beginning of the end.

Tartaros grunted in pain as he rose to his feet. The bastard had got him good. Real good. An aching burn was all he could feel in his arm, and it could barely move at the shoulder, but petty things like pain had never stopped one of the Emperor's angels of death before, and they sure as in all the hells weren't going to today. Picking his trusted chainblade up off the ground, forcing his arm back into position with a sickening crunch and taking his archaeotech serpenta from its mag-lock, the Luna Wolf headed back into the fray.

The marine charged across the roof, cracking concrete underfoot as he ran. He forced his arm upwards and fired at the rampaging man-and-a-half ahead of him. The distinctive hissing crackle and low choom of a firing volkite sounded as a ray of glowing orange heat blasted a burning hole through Taggart's leg. The madman shouted threats and curses at the top of his lungs, only seeming further incensed by the injury as he continued his one-man crusade of carnage.

"Kill for the living, kill for the dead!", Tartaros cried through a half-working vox grille, leaping across the ruined rooftop with agility usually far beyond one of his size and age. Ah, it had been decades since he last said those words.

The Luna Wolf jumped towards Doomguy, and brought his still-revving chainblade down into his shoulder, tearing a large crimson gash through his torso. But still the marine stood.

"Nice weapon!", he laughed to himself heartily, "Now let me try mine! She sounds just delightful!"

Taggart swung, and cleaved through part of Tartaros' plate. The sound of the berserk marine's incoherent ramblings was drowned out by the terrible screech of steel against steel, if only for a moment. As Taggart went in for a follow-up strike, the power armoured marauder met the first with the flat of his blade and ducked out the way of the second. The two traded blows, parrying, dodging and tearing into each-other until the floor began to run red with blood. 

"Over the ridge.", Tartaros mumbled to himself, as he avoided one the crazed marine's swipes by a hair's width, "And into the jaws!". The marauder tried to avoid the second blow, but Taggart was too fast, and the whirring teeth of the marine's chainsaw tore through the ceramite plating his arm. "OF HELL!"

Tartaros hefted his blade high into the air, and brought it down into Taggart's abdomen before pulling the trigger just inside the handle. As the weapon's teeth tore through the marine's armour, a torrent of flame was released from the cartridge inside its guard. The blast burned through clothing and seared sinew, giving Tartaros a short window of time to riposte. The marauder took his chance, striking his target at the leg and knocking him back with a blow to the gut. Taggart responded in kind with a fierce uppercut, and the violent struggle began anew.

Eventually, one began to win out. Knocking his opponent's blade back, Taggart plunged his fist deep into Tartaros' chest, shattering part of his ossified ribcage with a vicious, sickening crack. The marauder fell to his knees. He coughed and spluttered, fresh blood dripping from the corner his mouth as Doomguy laughed.

"YOU DONE YET BIG GUY?!"

He wasn't. Not by a long shot.

Forcing himself forward through agony by what seemed to be force of will along, Tartaros went for the kill. He drove the guard of his chainsword into Taggart's throat and tackled him onto the bloodstained concrete, sending the detonator skidding across the ground. Both marines stood, broken and battered, glaring at each-other. The sun was beginning to set, and there but a single sound that echoed across the whole rooftop. The guttural roar of two engines. 

889 words 
Doomguy used: Chainsaw, Berzerk - 0/6 SP remaining
Tartaros used: Chainsword, Volkite Serpenta, Combat Focus - 0/3 SP remaining
Grundy used: FISTS OF FUUURRRRY

Yeah, sorry I couldn't fit much of anything with Sans or Somerled in. I'm not half as good at 4v1 posts as DG. Hopefully Sans' post can rectify that though.

[Sans]

For a few moments, all the skeleton could do was stand on top of the giant goat skull, his eyes the size of pinpricks as the grey zombie man flew towards him. He was speechless even as his life seemed to flash before his eyes.

Then, just as the undead behemoth smashed into the large animal skull, shattering it into a gazillion pieces, he jumped.

He was fairly high up, definitely enough to had prevented the super soldier from attacking him with his now limited arsenal, but it now served as a death sentence as he started to drift through the air, slowly descending.

For a moment, he was content with his fate.

Then he glanced towards the portal. The orange swirls barely masked the rectangular brown explosives placed on its supports, ready to explode when needed. He had seen the green soldier swipe something from the ground, and it only took a moment for him to draw the connection.

He could not let it explode. After years followed by decades of aimless wandering, of holding up a smile just to get through a life where nothing mattered in the end. After all that… he was in control. For the first time ever, he could change everything. Nothing was stopping him this time. Not the soldier, not his cracked ribs, not his injured leg, nothing. Not even the fact he was falling to his death as he mused about all of this.

Filled with a feeling he had never thought he’d feel again, he swept his hand behind him, magically pulling a long piece of bone from the remains of the goat skull. His left eye switched to a yellow color as he slid the bone piece under his feet like a skateboard. Just as quickly, he summoned an array of five bones, each tilted in an incline that pointed towards the blades of the helicopter. He let out a grunt as his makeshift board landed on the first of the set, pain shooting up his burned leg as he swiftly slid down the hill of bones. Reaching the end, he promptly leapt off of his board, the bones behind him disappearing as he plummeted towards the helicopter blades. Holding his hands out, he gripped the side of one of the giant blades, the force causing them to move. He held on as he was lifted into the air at a large angle, finally letting go close to the ground.

The momentum he had accumulated in his little ride was used to pretty good effect as he shot towards Flynn Taggart. The Doomguy let out a surprised yelp as the blue-hoodied monster slammed into his chest, sending both careening towards the portal.

They both landed just short of the blackened hole that was the portal’s entrance, the security guard having the fortune of landing on top of the crazed marine. Ketchup oozed from the cracks in the guard’s rib cage as he rolled off of him, narrowly avoiding the serrated teeth of his chainsaw. He quickly bolted away from him, charging towards the detonator with the green marine in hot pursuit. His seared leg turned what would normally be an almost inhuman sprint into a light run as he drew closer and closer to the detonator, the sound of the chainsaw’s engine closing in on him.

Just as the sound became almost unbearably loud, he reached his hand out, the detonator turning blue as it flew to his hands. Without a moment to spare, he hopped forward as the serrated teeth sliced towards his arm. Blood exploded out of his arm as it was removed from his body. He landed on his face, barely standing up as he held the detonator to the sky, speaking.

“One more step and I toss this thing off the roof...” He said, his voice quiet and, surprisingly, devoid of pain. He did not seem to pay attention to the severed arm at his side, the stump dripping blood.

The Doomguy stopped moving, the chainsaw’s engine echoing around the now almost entirely silent rooftop. Despite the massive weapon in his hand, it was clear the entire battle was taking its toll on him. His previously invincible form was now bleeding out of almost every injury on his body, and his breathing was clearly labored. His armor was torn to shreds alongside his body, and he was even having a hard time holding up his beloved chainsaw. As he breathed, he spoke softly, as if trying to conserve whatever energy he had left.

“Go…. fuck yourself... bonehead. Don’t…..got time for this,” he replied, slowly raising his bloodied melee weapon for another blow.

“why are you doing this?” Sans whispered, his free arm still clutching the detonator, ready to throw it.

“Already told you. You know…. all that…. lone survivor stuff?” He said, almost buckling underneath the weight of his own weapon, “That portal is... a direct threat to... everyone here, and I intend to stop what happened from…. happening here, capiche?” He said, pausing for a few moments to allow it to sink in.

For what felt like hours, the skeleton allowed what he said to surge through his mind, his glowing eyes looking solemnly towards the ground. Yes, he knew exactly what it was like. Yes, he had constantly thought about what he would’ve done if he only had any control of what was going on. He knew it personally. He lived it. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, maybe this man… knew it too.

This demonic, crazy, bloodthirsty human… might know it too.

He had to take the chance.

Confession

“why do you think i’m doing this, mister flynn…” he said, closing his eyes.

“What?” He replied, his chainsaw turning off.

“everything i’ve done since you arrived was to stop you from destroying this portal, flynn. up until today, i was kinda, ya know… drifting. i only took this job because it was easy and, for the most part, not exactly a thinking job, ya know?”

“then they came through the portal. my friends and my brother, who you killed. it’s because of that i’m still here, fighting you this way, taggart. this portal…” He continued, nodding towards the portal as his severed arm started to become wracked with pain, “it houses them. all of them.”

“What are you-”

“listen to me, please! my people are in there. all of them. they’re trapped in a place they can’t escape from. and at some point, a human is going to go down there and slaughter them. every single one.” He said, his voice turning desperate and close to tears, “if i don’t get them out, they’re going to die! i can’t let it happen! not while i can save them…”

He opened his eyes, sniffling slightly as he looked up towards the adult human. His face unobscured, he saw… a look of sympathy? It must’ve been working!

“human… i don’t know what happened to you, but you must believe me. that portal is the only thing that can save my people. please… just..” He pleaded, lowering his arm. As he did this, a large goat skull noiselessly materialized from behind the marine.

“just… put down the weapon… and we can stop this. we can end his here…”

Without a word… the marine thrust his hand towards the starter switch, revving up his chainsaw.

“I’m not listening to your fake shit sob story. I got a mission to fulfill.”

of course… Sans thought, his left eye switching from light blue to yellow as the goat skull fired. A white beam struck the Doomguy in the back, sending him forward as the skeleton sidestepped past him. As he landed, a second skull appeared a few feet above him alongside around three bones. Sans leaped into the air, landing on top of the skull, his eyes completely black. The detonator remained clutched in his hand.

“let it be known… i’m not the demon here. You are.”

And with that, the battle recommenced. The skeleton’s eyes switched from black to blue, the skull shaking as the echo of its reverberating blast pierced the sky and as the bones flew down towards the marine. The others, whom had been observing the whole exchange, charged into the fray. The silver-plated space marine raised his chainsword, letting out a loud battle cry alongside Somerled, whose fists were crackling with electricity. Despite his massive injuries, the Doomguy stood up, exhausted and beaten and burned and stabbed and many other things, and revved up his chainsaw. He whirled around, the chainsaw demolishing the Blaster skull.

This is the End

He let in a deep breath, holding the chainsaw out towards his oncoming enemies. This was it.

This was the end.

Word Count: 1445 or something. Cause fuck the word limit.
Powers Used: Telekinesis (Sans), Master Acrobat (Sans),
Moves Used: Gaster Blaster (Sans), Them Bones: Spears (Sans), Chainsaw (Doomguy)

Sans now has no left arm. He's probably gonna die after this fight.

[Clownpiece]

All around him, people dove forward, forcing themselves on despite the exhaustion that all of them were no doubt feeling. Shouts mixed with the din of battle, and the monster remained still, studying allies and enemy alike. He was all out of tricks, it seemed. With a form so limited, there wasn’t much he could do to catch the Doomguy off guard anymore. Which meant it was time for a breath of fresh air.

“Let’s switch things up.” Somerled spoke to what seemed like no one in particular, and within moments, his very being began to tear itself apart. Pain finally flared up in the storm spirit’s body as it dissolved at the seams, mist swirling and reforming, until he was no longer looking out through his own eyes, now absent of his senses.

Why do humans always have to be so stubborn...

The glowing figure of the sun spirit now occupied the spot his other half had been just moments ago. Sonny’s eyes scanned over the skirmishing group quickly. The haphazard charging of what he could consider his “allies” did them equal amounts of harm and good. Mr. Taggart was being pushed to the limit avoiding as much of what was thrown at him as he could, but at the same time, everyone was hitting each other...

A white blur shot towards the bright spirit, a bone crashing into his chest as if on some cosmic cue, bouncing off of him harmlessly after being slowed down by the intense pressure around him.

We’re doing a fantastic job blowing ourselves up too.

Sonny began drawing in a large, slow breath. His radiance slowly grew more brilliant, the powerful light driving away the shadows cast by the sun above and replacing them with its own. Without another moment of hesitation, the sun spirit hurled himself forward.

The usual chaos of battle faded for a brief moment as the deadly, blinding beacon forced his way into the fray. Everyone paused in their tracks, if not driven a pace back entirely from the painful light. Even the Doomguy faltered for a brief moment, taken aback by the appearance of what could be thought of as a second sun. A dull reverberation shook Sonny’s body, his only remaining fist slipping past his foe’s attempt at a block and slamming into his visor. Shattering glass accompanied the myriad of curses shouted by the soldier.

Taggart hit the ground with a heavy thud, and instantly his hands darted around, scrambling for another gun. The sun spirit fell to his knees, throwing another punch at the downed soldier. A dull shock rattled his body, his strike hitting nothing but concrete, swept aside easily by his foe, and in an instant, a cold, metal barrel pressed against his forehead.

BANG

Sonny’s head snapped back, his bright glow dimming as the projectile tore through his head. The world spun violently, and suddenly the spirit found himself staring into a blue and white blur. Slowly, the clouds above came back into focus, his minor heatstroke subsiding. He sat up quickly, noting that the Doomguy was already up and back to trying to chainsaw the zombie.

Love it when people assume they’ve killed you.

In a moment, he was back up and on his feet, making his way towards the scuffle in no particular hurry. Thankfully, everyone was too preoccupied to notice the dead man walking. His steps stopped a small ways away from the fight, and slowly, heat and light intensified around him again.

Well, here we go again.

Words=589
Doomguy used: Pistol and Chainsaw
Sans used: Them Bones
Somerled swapped to Sonny. Sonny used: Radiant Being, Anticyclone (-1 SP), and Spirit of the Sun (-1 SP). All 3 spent.
Everyone used: general chaos and confusion.

Doomguy has a broken visor and a lot of cuts on his face.
Sonny has a bullet in his braincase.