RE: Masks 2
08-21-2019, 04:03 AM
"But- I- Maybe you didn't hear me?" Siren doesn't feel so good. Her head's throbbing too much for puns. "I'm saying we can end the corps. Like, this week. And it's not like we're losing too much! People can be happy as fish. I'm happy..."
That little voice in her head was muttering again. Help me. "I'm happy." Helpmehelpmehelpmehelpme- "It's better this way. I'm sure it is. I heard the explanation for thirty years-" I'M ALIVE IN HERE HELP ME- "-ah!"
Siren doubles over and clutches her head. The psionic pulse throbs. When she looks back, her eyes are gone black and spooky!
"Foolish insects." Whatever that psionic-laced voice was, it was not Siren. Her mouth was stretched open and her lips were turning blue. Small black veins began to trace the skin around her eyes. "I have felt you, crawling on the surface of my tomb. I remember you, little god. Last time you had the Spear of Oceanus. The Spear has been neutralized. You stand no chance."
"I have brought many gifts. I will show you my world made manifest. You will run or you will fight."
"But you will join me, or you will bleed."
The voice falls silent and Siren crumples into a ball. When her eyes open, they're back to their normal colour. "I just don't get it," she mutters to herself. "I'm clearing out those capitalist overlord bastard. Everyone should want that! I mean, unless..."
Her eyes fall on the distinctly-non-fishy heroes, and the tech the skill heroes were using. "Oh, no. Glubbin- fuck. They got you. They got you all."
"That's it, isn't it?" Now that she's got a working theory that the Voice approves of, she sounds more sure by the moment. "You're all corp mercs! You came to stop me! That's how they got so strong, no one fought back! You just took the paychecks!" Siren looks like she's gonna cry for a sec! Then she shakes herself off and puts back on a fake, sharky grin.
"Well, you're shoal not gonna get any further than this, small fry! I've haddock up to hear with your foolfish stomping around my city, stabbing my citizens. We're never gonna give up on a fintastic future for everyone. After all..."
"It's always sharkest before the prawn."
With that savage pun, Siren flickers out of existence. A psionic illusion.
And then...
That little voice in her head was muttering again. Help me. "I'm happy." Helpmehelpmehelpmehelpme- "It's better this way. I'm sure it is. I heard the explanation for thirty years-" I'M ALIVE IN HERE HELP ME- "-ah!"
Siren doubles over and clutches her head. The psionic pulse throbs. When she looks back, her eyes are gone black and spooky!
"Foolish insects." Whatever that psionic-laced voice was, it was not Siren. Her mouth was stretched open and her lips were turning blue. Small black veins began to trace the skin around her eyes. "I have felt you, crawling on the surface of my tomb. I remember you, little god. Last time you had the Spear of Oceanus. The Spear has been neutralized. You stand no chance."
"I have brought many gifts. I will show you my world made manifest. You will run or you will fight."
"But you will join me, or you will bleed."
The voice falls silent and Siren crumples into a ball. When her eyes open, they're back to their normal colour. "I just don't get it," she mutters to herself. "I'm clearing out those capitalist overlord bastard. Everyone should want that! I mean, unless..."
Her eyes fall on the distinctly-non-fishy heroes, and the tech the skill heroes were using. "Oh, no. Glubbin- fuck. They got you. They got you all."
"That's it, isn't it?" Now that she's got a working theory that the Voice approves of, she sounds more sure by the moment. "You're all corp mercs! You came to stop me! That's how they got so strong, no one fought back! You just took the paychecks!" Siren looks like she's gonna cry for a sec! Then she shakes herself off and puts back on a fake, sharky grin.
"Well, you're shoal not gonna get any further than this, small fry! I've haddock up to hear with your foolfish stomping around my city, stabbing my citizens. We're never gonna give up on a fintastic future for everyone. After all..."
"It's always sharkest before the prawn."
With that savage pun, Siren flickers out of existence. A psionic illusion.
And then...