screwthatnoise

♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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Because if the crime of having hopes and dreams is death, then I want to rewrite that law.

[lowers his sword.]

"...what?"

She seems surprised at this... all of this. What?

You heard me. Now, revive her.

THIS IS REALLY SURPRISING.

But, she pulls herself together, and walks back to her desk, reaching over it to the cabinets. After a moment she returns to the corpses side with a filled syringe, gently taking it by the wrist and injecting the liquid. After a moment she drops the hand, and you can slowly see color return to that Echo's skin.

Nurse Echo, however, stares back at you with uncertainly.

Now, either work with her, or go back to where you were before.

I shouldn't have to tell you idiots how to work together properly.

She stares back at you with a hardened gaze.

It's then that a black hand from the shadows reaches for your arm. Zwei's voice chimes in unhelpfully.

"Say... that's rough, isn't it? Things were just great before, weren't they?"

[he grabs his sword, let me hack your fucking hand off, Zwei]

It cuts through the hand with surprising ease.

But several more grab at you, a few on each arm, trying to hold you still.

"Hey now, that was rough, too! It's not my fault you're compared to me..."

Jealous that I'm actually better at being you when I want to be?

[but if you're going to keep multiplying hands, he's going to be caught soon enough 8(]

"That's your response?"

Eventually the hands do multiply and they have him in a presumably firm grasp.

"Now then. I'm in a strange hospital room, run by that weird Echo, where I have access to many cruel and unusual devices! And... if I can't find anything I like here, I can resort to some tricks up my own sleeve. ♥"

Speaking of the Echo... the Nurse is nowhere in sight. And the Ballroom Echo is reviving at all too slow of a rate.

[he's waiting for her to be off her guard-- timing it just right...

to rip one of his hands free, as well as the other]

I'm not going to sit still and wait for you to try and mess with me.

You snap free, but more hands grab at you, each one colder and harder than the previous ones.

"Oh, okay!" Zwei laughs, seemingly delighted by your behavior. "I need to take some drastic measures!"

Remember how last time the hands pulled you into the floor? This time they're trying pull you into the wall.

[Okay, but if they're harder, he can maybe attack and destroy those? :D??? Because he is not going anywhere without a fight]

Go ahead; destroy the hands. In fact, they don't seem like they have a desire to fight.

But as soon as you destroy them all, right in that moment, something goes straight through both of your feet.

[WELL, THAT HURTS LIKE A YOU KNOW WHAT.

where. did that come from]

The ground, of course! This whole building is fucked up, son.

An icy finger has pierced through each of your feet, and each finger curls ridiculously tightly around them, securing them tightly to the ground. In fact, more fingers reach up from the ground to keep your feet still.

Zwei's giggles echo through the large room.

"If you want to cut those hands off, you'll have to remove your own feet. Ohhh, but you won't do that, right? ♥"

[he winces because that DOES hurt, but through the wince he doesn't actually look that stressed out. In fact, he's laughing at her]

You're so helplessly, ridiculously stupid.

"Now, now! I'm the one running things here."

Suddenly you're struck hard from the back of the head—no intent to kill, but it might be strong enough to knock you out.

[IF you can hit him... He seems to have dematerialized, teleporting to the center of the room. Nurse echo, you. Suck. At doing your job. He looks dazed, so part of the hit went through, but regains himself

He is also floating. So the blood from his feet is getting ~everywhere~]

This is the last time I'm going to tell you this, you simple fucking idiot: I'm not human.

This earns you a long silence from Zwei; she's plainly disturbed. Bothered? Hm. Her voice is now condescending.

"Do I need to make you an equal to everyone else here...? Have you forgotten that I'm the one in charge of this heart?"

... Don't like being threatened?

[he looks amused-- if he's perturbed by her threat, he doesn't show it.

But he does think it would be funny to throw her into his heart and watch that laugh disappear]

Her laughter is dry.

Suddenly you lose touch with those abilities, as though they slip from your grasp—I don't think floating is very possible now.

[well-- I GUESS HE'S LANDING HARD ON THE GROUND, since you took out his feet. Thanks, Zwei.

But it still proves how threatened you were with his abilities. :')]

She can't control you properly if you have your powers, it's true. :')

But it's okay.

You're floating again, technically speaking.

Because there are strings wrapping around each of your limbs, attempting to dangle you like a puppet.

[what-- the

WELL-- I GUESS HE WILL BE STRUGGLING AGAINST THAT]

Zwei!

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