@Death Rhino Ubetrol, expect a small cameo of sorts soon.
@Gryffin Unless you reply to the PM, same as above.
Chapter 4: More than just the one
"You fool."
*Whack!*
"Gu-ah!" A cry came out within the darkness of the room (Why are most of the rooms in this story so dark? I mean, I'm cheerful as ever, but.....), following what sounded like a kick into a gut.
*Whack!* *Whack!* *Whack!*
Three more came, but this time, no cry of anguish, or grunt of pain came. Rather, the person on the floor simply clutched his stomach, slowly entering the fetal position. There wasn't any air within his lungs to make noise any more. It was impossible to breathe - no matter how much willpower he could master, it seemed as though his body had simply forgotten how to breathe.
For a moment, the kicking stopped. The being who had still been standing gave out a sigh.
"You used a bullet on a MoM, which you should have predicted would have had a side effect. Idiot."
The figure on the floor tried to muster a response, but all he could do was wheeze, before letting some of his spit drizzle out of his mouth. Looking at it - he saw traces of crimson - before he found himself flipped around, this time with a sudden and sore pain on his eyes. No longer did a groan suffice - the only thing that could be heard was an unmanly whimper.
"Shut up," the person standing up said without pity, "And don't ever spit on my things again. Ever."
Desperately, the figure on the ground nodded, even as he slowly began to pick himself up into a sitting, then kneeling position. Part of it was because he couldn't stand. Part of it was because he didn't dare stand up to the other person. And finally, part of it was because he needed to kneel, even as he quickly sent his head forwards to touch the floor.
"Please, forgive me! I promise, it won't ever happen-"
The standing figure made a smirking noise as he placed his foot onto the kneeling figure's head.
"Oh, no, it WON'T ever happen again. Make another mistake, and you will be the first subject of Beta. And then you will make no mistakes ever as you grab the second subject."
"Yes, sir. I swear it!"
"Who do you swear to?"
The kneeling figure mentioned the standing figure's name, swearing upon his everything to make sure the consequences of Beta didn't reach him.
"Good. Now go, get out of my sight. I've had enough troubles for today. So long as the plan is within correctable courses. And thankfully, because you banned Pbrabbit in time, it is."
And without a word, he turned around. The conversation was over, and the kneeling figure turned to leave, uttering a string of thanks as he clutched his stomachs in pain. The standing figure stared at the wall, which, once the kneeling figure had exited the room, promptly lit up with pure white holograms. The main screen was focused on a subject - a person, wearing Crimson armor over an inner suit.
Recognizable.
Axilus Prime.
The standing figure smiled for a second, before promptly spinning to leave himself, the holograms shutting down as its user exited.
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very very very pls discuss
also forgot to ask for filler, so soz.