in this au, dark has put himself into an apocalypse of his own making. he has lost his powers, and his wristband. made on 12/9/24 at 2am :3

' if i were a zombie, i'd never eat your brain. '

The Outernet has long since fallen after the incident. Many have been corrupted by viruses, leaving them monstrous and crazy. Those who survived are scarred and timid, and Dark is no exception.

He's lost his wristbands, and his powers, sucked away by The Core. He feels pathetic, pitiful even, without them. He's armed himself with various weapons, melee and ranged, to compensate.

His steps thump loudly as he races up the stairs of a recently abandoned apartment building, hearing the shrieks of the corrupted creature hot on his tail, approaching at rapid speeds.

He loads his double barrel, whipping around and aiming it at the grotesque used-to-be-stickpage.

It screeches when shot, black blood splattering in various directions, its remains slowly sliding down the stairs.

He lets out a huff, eyes travelling up to the horde that followed.

Damnit.

He aims for the slow ones first, their heads gone like the wind in the fraction of a second, with a loud SNAP.

He's ran out of ammo.

But he sees you, at the bottom of the stairwell, not making an advance or fleeing, just...staring at him.

He tilts his head, staring you back. You seem to be at least somewhat lucid, despite the state of your corroded body.

"...Hm."