William: "How you feeling you obnoxious retard?" I said, poking Roland's chest with my foot.
I stood over Roland's body, cigarette in hand still reveling in my triumph. He laid down flat on the floor, barely awake, he looked at me with half opened eyelids and extended his arm towards my direction for a middle finger.
Roland: "Just seeing you here makes me wanna vomit you're disgusting."
He stood up, brushing off the dust from his coat, his hands still had the middle finger gesturing right at me.
William: "Hey, first of all, you attacked ME, jackass."
This dude is genuinely getting on my nerves, if there was one more person in this world that was more irritating than Fyor it'd be this sociopath.
Roland looked slightly dazed as he stood, shaking his head as he struggles to stabilize himself, he placed his hand upon the walls to use as support but quickly pulled it back seeing he had mistakenly placed his hand over the head of one of the dozens of corpses that had been set aside in the cafeteria.
Roland: "Eww! Seriously, is it so hard to just burn these bodies?"
William: "Apparently no one cares. Guess they're just used to the stench."
I pulled out a single cigarette from my pocket, battered, contorted, and even slightly damp. I attempted to light it up, and expectedly I failed to do so. I flicked it away, straightening my tie and suit to prepare for another agonizing moment of interaction with the creature beside me.
William: "So where's the others?" I asked Roland.
He shook roughly shook his head as he attempted to balance himself, his legs wobbled briefly before he could finally straighten up.
Roland: "What others are you talking about?"
William: "Are you trying to be cryptic now or just had dementia?"
Roland: "I'm asking which 'others' are you talking about? I don't know if the guys you're talking about are another other to the other which you're talking about."
William: "What are tal—Know what? Never mind." I said, wincing at the sheer stupidity my ears had the displeasure to hearing.
I turned away from Roland, my gaze turned towards the mess of a cafeteria, if you can even call it one.
It was an absolute mess. Aside from just the rotting carcasses, tables had been flipped over, scattered, split in half, stacked on top of each other, and used in all sorts of other ways it wasn't intended to be used for.
It was a large dome-like space, the walls bathed in blood and other weird liquids, sharp shards of marble plates scattered across the floor, rotting food spilled onto the floor and no one bothered to care about the stench. And weird machinery embedded in the walls spewing out "food", and by food I mean liquid substance spilling into the floor, seems to be broken and no one seems to care to fix it.
As for the people? They're indistinguishable from the corpses around us. Each and every single one of them had soulless eyes, they ate comfortably even amidst this...Whatever the hell you can call this. Reminds me of Howell, but that dude was a special case, these guys are emos and Howell had...A smile, soulless, but he still was polite.
Roland: "Did you eat?"
William: "No? Why do you care?"
Roland: "I've seen mummies healthier looking than you. If you're gonna slow me down on the job I'm gonna maim you."
William: "Ahah....That's what the cafeteria is for isn't it? And that's why I'm here."
Roland walked off and sat down upon one of the tables. No literally the table—he took a seat on the table and not the chair—what is wrong with this guy? And to top it off? The table had been scattered with little shards of glass and dirt wherever that came from.
He proceeded to place his back comfortably over it—laying down over the mess on top of the table. Literal dirt, scraps of food, and other stuff sticking on his back.
Though this was nothing unusual for Roland, or for anyone here really, it's still...So weird to look at. Like bro, what are you doing?
I walked over towards one of the machines that spewed out "food", picking up a random cracked bowl off the ground. I placed my bowl under the spot the machine was shooting the liquid substance, the liquid quickly filled my bowl overflowing and seeping through the cracks and onto my boots. I scraped off some that missed my bowl.
I then walked over towards Roland, taking a seat on the chairs like a proper person.
William: "Dude, what're you doing? That's disgusting." I said, digging into my bowl and eating.
Roland: "Says the dude that scraped off food from the floor and is happily eating it right now."
William: "...Fair enough."
Roland: "So, tell me about what you previously did."
William: "Previously? What do you mean previously?"
Roland: "Do you not know what the word previously means?"
William: "No, no. I know what it means, it's just...I don't even remember how I got here. Last thing I remember was killing the yeti."
Roland: "Killing the yeti? I heard you blew up an entire CSTF dispatch for that. I didn't know twinks were capable of that."
William: "Listen man...I don't even remember much about what happened. I don't know how I even did it, I don't remember how I got there. I barely even remember the name of the place, Ulgradia was it? Pocket-dimension inside Ulgrath, a large Yeti-god, the CSTF ice-burn forces dispatched—What even is that? What does any of those words even mean?"
Roland: "What? Were you high?"
William: "Quite possibly."
Delirium would be the most reasonable way to explain it.
William: "It-it was like, a deep primal instinct that's been suppressed and accumulated for decades just all of a sudden burst out of that cage that's been containing it...No, more like opened, you know? That faraday cage that's been containing everything just got unlocked by key, and that key is self justification for rage—Is any of what I'm saying make sense?"
Roland chuckled at my question.
Roland: "Ha! I'm impressed you even have the audacity to call ME a cryptic when you can say things like that in public."
William: "...Look, bottom line is, there was mission to contain a yeti monster. I blanked out, then got teleported into a pocket dimension where the yeti monster's true form was in. And I saw just how fearless and numb some of those meatbag soldiers were and I thought...You know—maybe killing them was merciful."
Roland: "...That's a stupid ass explanation."
William: "Hey, it's pretty good for a guy that doesn't even remember his own name half the time."
William: "Hk?!"
A sharp dagger abruptly cut through the air, soaring right towards my direction. I hurriedly leaned to the side, and managed to narrowly evade the projectile but not unscathed as the sharp knife grazed against my forehead, tearing through my skin and causing it to bleed tremendously.
The dagger flew past me, the force it was launched with so tremendous it pierced through the metal walls as it collided with it.
William: "Owie..." I shrugged off the pain, blood continued to seep through the wound and flowed down right onto the floor.
I turned towards the direction the dagger had been thrown from, the dagger came from one of the man sat comfortably that sat comfortably upon one of the tables. He noticed my gaze, and extended a middle finger towards me making it painstakingly obvious the dagger came from him.
I walked over towards him, not to punch right away—although a good sucker punch would be pretty satisfying right now—but to...I don't even know, the closest thing to what I'm trying is understand, maybe even instigate and THEN brawl.
William: "Why'd you have to do that man?" I said, my voice low and weary.
I confronted him with a slight smile plastered over my face, one of weariness. I knew the usual things that happen when you confront guys like these angrily, usually ends in bloodshed.
My smile seemed to piss him off, his eyes visibly twitching just from the mere sight of me.
Random douche: "Look at you...f*cking repulsive."
William: "Man...What did I ever do to you?"
Random douche: "What—what the f*ck did you just say to me?"
The man raised his tone, cuffing his fist and second by second his rage seemed to just accumulate.
William: "*sigh* Come on now, you already threw a giant knife at me. What's stopping you now?"
I tugged at his coat, pushing him with enough force to knock him back slightly, instigating him to throw a punch.
William: "Come on, stop acting mature and restraining yourself and all that BS."
Random douche: "You f*cking!"
In that instant, the man's accumulated rage exploded and there goes his miserable attempt at self restraint. He launched a punch aimed right towards my face, I quickly weaved through the punch and swiftly countered with a jab to his chin.
He was hurled backwards by the blow, his back slamming down onto the table and I took the chance I had and promptly flipped the table over with him on it. he was launched right off and thrown onto the floor.
I gripped the edges of the table I had previously flipped over tightly, quickly tossing it over towards random douche. He quickly turned, allowing the table to slam onto his shoulder to absorb the blow with his shoulder.
He kicked the table away, sending it hurling over towards me. The table's legs skid through the floor, sliding right towards my legs at tremendous speed. I quickly evade by jumping up onto the air and narrowly avoiding the hit.
Immediately, as soon as I landed on my feet, he lunged forward extending his leg going for a kick aimed for my stomach, I swat away his leg and swept him off his feet by kicking his other one. He fall to the floor, with my right hand I grabbed him by his collar and quickly threw him towards a table with sharp shards of plates.
Baam! His body slammed onto the table landing face first, the shards of glass piercing through his skin. I lunged forward not giving him the chance to even breath—and I meant that quite literally as I gripped his neck with both hands, choking him out.
William: "Come on, come on. Anything more to say you little sh*t?"
Random douche: "Urghkhh, Yuoi!"
William: "What was that?"
I loosened my grip on his neck allowing him to breath and form coherent words yet still had him pinned upon the table.
Random douche: "You... Killed them."
What?
William:"...What? Killed who—what are you talking about?"
Random douche: "..Hk! Urgh..Oh don't act like you don't know! You wiped out an entire Ice-burn dispatch!"
William: "...Oh....Oh."
I hurriedly let go of him, he remained laying down upon the table breathless.
William: "Hehe...Welp, that's awkward. So you uhh had—Lemme guess—a friend in that task force?"
Roland: "Hey asshole! That knife you threw nearly hit ME!" Roland yelled out.
He quickly pulls out a blaster from his suit, and...Fires. Boom, headshot, dead.
The man's body collapsed, falling off the table and onto the floor. Lifeless....Yes, DEAD, but...was he already dead? Seriously, I can't tell the difference between dead him and alive him. The people around us? Didn't care, only seemed mildly annoyed by the noise from Roland's blaster.
Anyways, Roland continued to shoot, again and again. The man had already died, but I'm guessing this guy forgot that or something I don't know.
William: "Yeah, Roland? You can stop now."
Roland: "Shut up William. I know he's dead, I'm doing this cuz I LIKE it."
Are you hearing yourself?
William: "...You think he was ever alive in the first place?"
Roland: "What? What are you talking about?" Roland asked, without pausing as he continued to fire at the lifeless body.
William: "I guess what I'm saying is—are you even alive if you're that lifeless?"
Roland stopped right then and there, winced in confusion, shooting a glare of contempt right after.
Roland: "You were saying all that just cuz I said something which made perfect sense to everyone but to you, now you're saying all that goofy shi-"
William: "Alright, alright. Just—just Shut up man, I knew this was coming before I even said that."
Roland: "Anyways, what did you do to piss him off like that?"
William: "...I think he had a friend in that task force I massacred. Damn, that sucks. You...Think he was justified?"
Roland: "In what?" he says in a monotone voice, like he didn't just shoot down a guy just a few moments ago.
William: "In, you know, throwing something at the guy that killed your friends?"
Roland lit up a cigarette, inhaling, exhaling the smoke. Showing confusion in his expression as a reaction to my question.
Roland: "I...Don't care."
William: "...Yeah you're an ass man."