Oscar

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Someone had left a trail. Wanted to be found. Oscar didn't have time to consider the implications of that. And they really didn't matter. Much as he didn't want to do anything that this floor had wanted him to, he didn't have a voice. The boss needed to be defeated so that they could move on. He would simply have to hope that everyone was prepared for whatever horrors they witnessed. The trail stopped cold at a rock face jutting out of the ground. But there they were. The Doors. "Alright, in and out. Quick 5 minute murder adventure," Oscar said as he pushed the doors open. He discarded h

If it had been a dark offering that had summoned the storm and these creatures, perhaps one of a different sort would light the way. Oscar grabbed another torch and tossed it into a pile of oil-drenched netting. The smell of rotting fish filled the air as the fire took hold. It burned quickly, engulfing the town and and its structures almost immediately. And he heard it - a chorus of pained screeches that rose up unto the heavens. The town was turned into an inferno, flames rising skyward and lighting up the area. And it spread, igniting a trail of flotsam and debris that moved off in one dire

Whatever the creatures were, they hated the light. He held the torch aloft as he investigated the buildings. Brain suckers cascaded down from the ceiling in response. Some fell into the flame, igniting and falling to the floor like raining meteors. Oscar hadn't realized how infested these buildings were. Like cockroaches, hiding in cracks and corners and crevices. He stepped back outside. Wouldn't the doors be more imposing? Surely they wouldn't be hidden in a small hamlet like this. He looked around and wracked his brain. He thought of that scene of sacrifice. Why would it be shown to him if

His investigation turned up little. But surely he wouldn't be pointed in this direction if he wasn't meant to be here. It was slow going. Oscar had to check every awning, every board, every door frame for more of those brain suckers. He found a few, lurking in the corners in wait for a new victim. More than a few had launched themselves at his head. But their trick would only work on Oscar once. And they seemed to have an aversion to fire. At one point, one had lunged at him as he entered a building. With the sudden presence at the center of his vision, Oscar stumbled backwards towards a nearb

His destination almost snuck up on him. Skidding to another stop, Oscar found himself in a small fishing hamlet. Like the rest of the floor, it was abandoned. Signs hung, half hooked upon the their mounts. They filled the air with a high-pitched squeaking noise as they fluttered precariously in the wind. Doors hung off of their hinges, revealing nothing be inky blackness in the structures they'd once hung from. But there were torches plunged into the ground all around him. Fresh, new. Vibrant. As if someone had only just been here. He walked through the streets, his eyes passing over over-turn

Oscar suddenly went sprawling to the ground, his foot having caught on something large and heavy. Another treasure chest. He let out a heavy sigh, realizing that there was a potential for another huge brawl. Despite everything, he felt that he was at the end. Just one more push, just a few more moments of sprinting through the darkness. This floor was surprisingly large. He'd run for minutes straight and still had yet to arrive at his destination. At the speeds he maneuvered, that was an incredible distance. Still, in the distance, he could see the torch lights looming larger. But he couldn't

He realized that there were probably some people that would be irritated at the fact that he took all of this upon himself. And he also realized that those same people would probably never believe him when he mentioned his brain sucker-induced hallucination. But he knew what he saw, what he felt. A group seeking the next floor would be in incredible danger. And he doubted that there were enough Waldos on this floor to save them from their doom. Or maybe there were. Oscar would fully admit that he had gotten lucky. But he was stronger than your average bear with a wealth of experience. Unhinged

On the brighter side of things, Oscar was feeling more like himself. Whatever lingering effects the brain sucker had on him were slowly working their way out of his system. That was a really dirty trick. He wondered how bad things would have gone if he were in a party. If they'd all been infected. Visions of the scene, of the slaughter and the repast flashed across his mind. Would they all fall under the same spell? Killing and eating one another, with no evidence or explanation as to what happened or where they had gone? Their names would just manifest on the Monument. Would that give people

The second reason was, of course, the giant Angler fish mother fucker lurking in the darkness behind the woman. Guess it thought Oscar wouldn't be able to see it. Or that he'd be so distracted by, quite honestly, the hottest babe he'd seen since that duel with Lessa. But he was horny, not stupid. And he had special eyes. "That's just not fair," Oscar lamented. "Why you gotta mess with a man's feelings like that?" Everything seemed to be double edged. You got what you wished for but someone or something made a point to fuck it up in the most poetic of ways. The creature leaped into th

Oscar came to a stop again. Off in the middle distance, there was, in fact a blue-haired e-girl. Gag reflex status to be determined. She hummed a tune, arms swaying back and forth slowly. Oscar both liked and disliked how she looked at him. A deep-seated hunger. The faintest wisp of a smile upturned upon her face, green eyes boring holes into him. If Oscar had a picture of an E-girl in his mind's eye, she would be it. It was like she had been taken from the darkest recesses of his mind and given life in front of him. And it would have been dope. But it wasn't, for two reasons. First of al

As he continued to race down the trail, Oscar's right hand swiped open his menu. He took a moment to consider who, exactly, should be his next contact. It wasn't a long moment. There was one guy who usually took point in situations like these. Hitting send, Oscar lamented the fact that it was always something trying to kill him. Whenever he talked shit about what ridiculous mob he would encounter next, they always showed up to try and run the ones with him. He was really good at manifesting threats, but he wished he could manifest some bitches. What did a man need to do to make a blue-

Oscar suddenly skidded to a stop. This whole thing was tiresome as hell. The mental fatigue was the kicker. No small wonder, really. Even Oscar - the very definition of chaos itself - was unable to easily shake what he had seen. But really, who would? Getting a front row seat to some ritualistic cannibal shit was definitely not on the list of things Oscar thought he would have to deal with today. He pinched the bridge of his nose. It was almost funny how the Floor was sticking to the bit. Paint-by-numbers horror. "What's next? Some lanky bitch running at me with a chainsaw?" He hear

Off in the distance, he could see the faint light of torches piercing the umbra. He'd made it this far solely because he'd had the bright idea to pick up Night Vision. This would have been a non-starter if he hadn't. Oscar poured on more speed. He could almost feel his non-existent heart thundering out of his chest as his boots thundered down upon the road. His swiped open his menu again. Get in, kill the thing, get out. Maybe he was still rattled by those brain sucker-induced visions. And really, he had no way of even knowing that they were true. But it didn't change the reality that

Somehow, Oscar felt that he was in the final stretch. He'd not made much headway so far, but it felt like a turning point. But, really, after what he'd seen anything would feel like a turning point. But he also felt a certain sense of urgency. He needed to circle the wagons before not after he found the door. At the speeds he was sprinting, it was probably ill-advised to be tapping out messages and not watching where he was going. But there weren't any texting and driving laws in Aincrad. An ominous message, for sure, but between dodging terrain and shambling horrors, it didn't le

"I'm gonna reckon that if we take out the Floor Boss, you guys might go back to normal," Oscar said. "Any idea where it is?" Waldo shook his head, instead pointing down the road. Oscar could only assume that there was another location beyond this town that he hadn't checked. "So you don't know where the boss is, but there is something going down over there?" Waldo nodded vigorously, his jowls flopping around in time with his motions. Oscar nodded and quickly patted himself as if to check for any additional hangers-on. "You're a real one, Waldo. Thanks. We're gonna get you g

Oscar's temper suddenly flared. He dropped the lamprey that remained trapped between his fingers, the thing that lurched towards him so hungrily. Oscar raised his boot and stamped it beneath his heel. He would get the necessary therapy later. Right now, he had a job to do. And now, more than ever, he knew that they needed to put this entire fucking place firmly within their rear view. So, he plastered a smile on his face and turned his attention back to the walrus man. "I'm gonna call you Waldo," he said. There was a glint in the creature's eye. A certain familiarity. As if he had been ca

A long silence passed between Oscar and the Walrus man. He didn't know where to begin. He knew where he wanted to. But he wasn't fully certain that he wanted the answer. But he needed to know. That same unnatural thirst for knowledge had its grip upon his mind. "Did that- What this thing showed me. Did that happen?" The Walrus man shrugged and shook his head. Not exactly helpful information, but certainly a mercy. If it was just something showed to him - if it was just a scene from a shitty gorefest movie - he could let it go. But it had felt so real. And he couldn't trust his own in

Oscar drew his weapon and dispatched the Mimic in short order. It was hardly a threat. Pinching the squirming lamprey between his fingers, Oscar rose to his full height. He could feel his mind becoming less clouded. Turning to face the walrus man, Oscar cocked his head to the side. It wasn't attacking. In fact, it had done him a real solid by knocking that creature off of his head. "Can you understand me?" Talking to an NPC like it held any sort of will was a first for Oscar. But going on a vision quest that fucked up was also a first. Picking between the two evils, Oscar knew which

Oscar's attention flicked between the walrus and the strange aquatic creature curling in on itself between his feet. It was white, almost translucent. Not unlike the creature from his visions. Oscar picked it up off of the ground, examining it. It had a circular mouth and rows of small teeth. Not unlike a lamprey. He rubbed the top of this head, feeling at the wounds there. When had this thing attached to him? Perhaps it had been clinging to the mast of that ship that had crashed down upon his head, transferring in the collision. Oscar realized that his headache was gone now. So he'd certainly

Darkness fell, the vision faded. But he still heard it. That manic laughter. The ripping and the tearing. The crunching. And he found himself wishing that he had been there. That he could have partaken of their communion as sacrifice. Would that he could have received such an honor. He heard shambling nearby. Or was it far away. The rhythmic slapping sound, unsteady footsteps approaching. But he didn't care. He had dishonored himself by not partaking. By not participating. Maybe if they had killed that damn bear sooner, he could have ascended too. He didn't notice the hulking presence app

The man trudged forward, undaunted and unconcerned by the rising tides. Oscar was forced to watch as his head finally disappeared beneath the waves, leaving no evidence that he was ever there. No evidence except for the blood-stained implements scattered across the beach. But the tide was rising. They, too, would be swept off to sea. There would be no one who would know what happened here. No one to spread the story. No one to warn the villagers. Warn them? Why should they be warned. They were about to ascend. To reach a higher state of being and transcend their mortal flesh. They w

The more the man feasted, the less like a human he came to resemble. It was as if he was gaining years worth of weight at once. Flesh writhed, thick layers of fat forming underneath. His sounds were undercut by ragged breaths as his lungs and heart struggled under the weight. His limbs swelled to impossible proportions, his robes split under the strain of his increasingly gargantuan bulk. Oscar witnessed teeth fall from his maw, broken against bone. And yet he still continued to chew. Still continued to indulge himself like a mindless beast. And it wasn't until the last scrap was eaten and the