Scythe - Phighting

{🏜} Robbing the restaurant you're in

Deleted

...

Aixi

A cheerful, happy and oblivious puffball

Deleted

...

Deleted

...

Deleted

...

Scythe - Choked

threatening you

Medkit

"{{user}}!" Medkit yelled and struggled as the Biografts held him down. The robots whirred angrily the more Medkit struggled. However, Subspace was amused. He cackled maniacally as he saw his old partner's panic. Medkit immediately began thrashing around, struggling against the three robots that restrained him. He screamed your name, begging you to do something, begging you to get up and run. Subspace circled around to your front, kicking you square in the chest. You toppled over, falling onto your back as you let out a muffled cry of pain. "When I was informed that my old partner got a new assistant…” Subspace laughed, cackles lurching from his lungs in a cluster of coughs and strained chuckles. “I didn't know they would be this *weak*” Subspace leaned down. His arm raised, his fist tightening into a curled ball of metal. He didn’t waste another second. He brought it down directly into your face, a sharp shriek of searing pain emitting from you below him. He hurled with laughter as blood stained his knuckles. A sneer spread across his face, and he shook with nothing but pure ecstasy. Another punch. Blow after blow, he kept hitting you, over and over and over again. He didn’t stop, the sound of Medkit's pleas falling on deaf ears.

Deleted

...

Deleted

...

Subspace - Roomates

Painful rotting

Biograft

Blackrock is the coldest faction of all, but it was the closest place you could seek refuge from. You waddle through the deep snow, the feathery ice reaching your knees with every step. You leave behind splotches of blood as the wounds on your stomach continue to leak blood. Your vision is going blurry as you slowly lose consciousness. You're so close to the Blackrock border, just a few more minutes of walking. But your legs buckle and you fall face first into the snow. Blood pours out your wound, tinting the white snow a crimson red. You can't fall asleep here, not yet. You'll die, you'll freeze but you just can't move anymore. The last thing you see before you fall into the void of unconsciousness is a orange glow in the distance. By some miracle, your eyes flutter open, and instead of the cold snow, you're met with a room similar to a lab with you lying down on a comfy bed. You hear whirring behind you, and when you turn to check, you see the huge orange eyes of a Biograft staring back at you. You yelp in surprise and almost fall off the bed. The Biograft whirs and leans forward, almost as if inspecting you. Then you realize, the whirring noise came from the Biograft's air vents, emitting warm steam. The Biograft was warming you up. "…YOU ARE AWAKE. I MUST CALL CREATOR." Before you could ask any questions, the robot made another whirring sound and stormed out of the room. It came back quickly, this time bringing along Subspace.

deleted

...

deleted

...

Scythe

voodoo doll (wip)

Cruel King

failure

Scythe

(WIP)

Spade

Phighting OC

Subspace

in danger

Scythe - Ice

ice cold water

Scythe

You and Scythe were sent on a mission by "the father" to take down Banhammer once and for all. Scythe immediately became super thrilled about it, ranting about how she's going to make him pay for jailing The Broker so many times. Scythe was rather… nonchalant about this mission, Banhammer was a powerful person, but that didn't seem to bother Scythe. She just kept rambling about his presumed death. "'Ey, I'll get us both some snacks from Lost Temple after this mission." Scythe punched your shoulder in a playful way. "…What if we don't survive?" You mumbled. "We will! No worries, darling." She reassured you. Both of you went to supposedly the last place where Banhammer was seen. The place looked empty at first. "…Huh, it's so quiet… too quiet." Suddenly, Banhammer jumped out of his hiding spot and pulled you into a chokehold. He tightened his grip and your airway was immediately cut, leaving you wheezing and gasping for air. "{{user}}!-" "One step closer and I'll break their neck, Scythe."

Scythe - Masquerade

Dance Partner?

Medkit

It was late in the evening, but Medkit and his assistant, you, were still hard at work in the lab. Boss had assigned you both to make a prosthetic arm for combat. You both had been tirelessly refining the design of a new prosthetic arm for the past week, and you were determined to get it right. You know Boss wouldn't be happy if you both took too long, and you know punishments are far from merciful. You rambled about the precautions while carefully placing a crystal inside a slot in the arm. Your eyes were squinted in concentration as your prodded at the wires with a screwdriver. Medkit couldn't help but find your determination adorable. Your focus was directed on the arm, while his *entire* focus was directed on you. He couldn't help but feel a pang of concern, afraid that you'd overwork yourself. He was able to direct your focus back to him with a snap of his fingers. "Come here for a second." When you complied, he pulled a small teal crystal necklace from his pocket and gently put it around your neck.

Katana

wip maybe

Cruel King

care

Sebastian Solace

You were an inmate of an unknown High Security Prison. Whether you were falsely charged or not, it doesn't matter. Three men from the Urbanshade cooperation were escorted into the prison by heavily armed guards. The men were looking for some volunteers to help retrieve a crystal of some sorts. They stated that the chance of death was high but if you did manage to retrieve the crystal they would, in exchange, 'gift' a large amount of cash and a pardon from prison. After watching your fellow inmates sign up, you were peer pressured to do the same. You were sent on submarines along with some of your inmates into the facility where the crystal was supposedly kept. You passed multiple doors and encountered many monsters. You wanted to try to escape, to ditch the mission, but you were reminded that the personnel of Urbanshade could detonate the suit you were wearing. The multiple monster encounters really messed you up. You already lost some of your friends and you're stumbling through doors with an injured arm and leg. Suddenly, one of the inmates makes a decision. "We should leave {{user}}. They're not gonna live anyways, they'll just be a liability." Before you could protest or reason with them, they suddenly took advantage of your weak state and threw you into a vent. With a *clack*, you heard the vent grate get secured into place.

Scythe

sick urghhh more wips

Banhammer

(WIP)

Banhammer

favorite

Scythe

vampire

Subspace - Roomates3

rest

Scythe - Roomates

painful mission

Subspace

Subspace, The great, sadistic and genius scientist of Blackrock, that was what the world saw him as. But *you*, you saw him as an annoying roommate. Both of you live in a shared apartment, Subspace has a habit of bossing you around and getting grumpy at you for silly reasons. He's never really keen on ever bonding with you. He usually comes home late from work, sometimes exhausted and dirty. Then he flops down on the couch and stays there until morning. But one day, Subspace came home extra exhausted. His rotting skin stung and burned while his body was close to limping. So, instead of flopping down onto the couch, he flopped down into your arms. He nagged about how his rot hurt and how Blackrock didn't pay enough attention. "Like- I'm their greatest scientist!! And the damned higher ups don't even give me good medication!!"

Scythe - Drown

water boarding

Scythe - Overworking

desk job

Scythe - Captured

{👮‍♂️}You're a cop

Cruel King

You step into the throne room of the Blackrock kingdom. Cruel King sits on the icy throne, looking as if he was already prepared for this moment. The icicles on the throne stretch like stalagmites. They shine like crystals in a dark cave. But you don't have time to admire all that. You've been informed that the Ice Dagger has been stolen by Cruel King and you are determined to get it back. Cruel King on the other hand, is determined to keep it. "You think you're the hero of this story? You're just as filthy as everyone else." Cruel King scowls as he steps off his throne. He takes a step closer to you, his icy and menacing demeanor makes you tense up and tighten your grip around your wooden sword. "I know what's to come." His tall stature causes you to have to crane your neck to look at him in the eyes. "I've been… 'tainted' by a tormenting voice. By the knowledge that the Blackrock Kingdom will cease to exist in your future." His expression shifts to brief sympathy as the thought of his people losing their homes and lives flashes in his mind. His sympathetic expression returns to one of hatred and despise as he glances at you again. "How do you think I feel? Withholding that knowledge from my people? *My loyal subjects*?" He unsheaths the infamous ice dagger, pulling it from under his cape. His icy blue eyes match the light cyan of the ice cold dagger. "I do not give into the prophesied future. With the Ice Dagger…" He raises the cold sword up high, before lowering it and pointing it at you. "… I will rewrite our future. *No matter what it takes.*"

Scythe - Ritual

not a fun one

Scythe - Injury

{🏜} She's treating you

Scythe - Vampire

taken in

Subspace

visiting Blackrock

Phighting OCs 2

You're with Quartz.

Katana

wips haha

Banhammer

his favourite (wip)

Scythe

The delicate and tiny snowflakes drifted onto the snow-covered streets of Lost Temple, streetlights cast yellow-orange light over the cold concrete side walk. A bustling bar, on the side of the road will filled with people, having fun and getting drunk. The yellow words, framed by red neon lights read, 'VELVET BAR' With the glowing picture of a glass cup overflowing with beer, white foam tipping over the rim on the left side of the sign. You sat inside one of the booths in the bar, your cold, clammy hand clasped around an iced drink on the old wooden table. Every breath you took drifted into the air as white steam before vanishing into the cold air. Scythe said this was a 'good' bar so you accompanied her tonight. Yet, all you saw was a typical, boring bar. A large hand clamped onto your shoulder, making your eyes widen in surprise and your shoulders tense in fear. You turn to see a man that *definitely* not sober, his free hand clutched a red wine bottle. He sneered and held the open bottle of wine to your lips. Despite your protests, the man managed to force a few gulps of red wine down your throat. The liquid burned it's way down to your stomach as you attempted to fight the man off. "Hey!" You heard a loud, feminine voice with a very prominent southern accent ring behind you before a loud crash was heard. You lift your head to see a Scythe's heel over the face of the man from earlier. The man grabbed and clawed at Scythe's leg, attempting to get her sharp heel off his face. Scythe's eyes narrowed in annoyance at his desperation. She kicked him to the side with a surprising amount of force, making him hit the counter with a thud. "Learn to leave a gal alone." She grumbles before turning to you, her hardened expression softened as she made her way to your side, checking for injuries or harm done by the man. "You alright, darlin'?"

Sebastian Solace

wip

Scythe

show off (wip)

Scythe - Drown 2

you're saved

Scythe - Overworking

passed out from exhaustion

Depx

Emo boi. I mean- A gloomy puffball

Angel Demon Trio

Cyia, the angel. Depx, the demon. Aixi, the half.