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Six was getting fucking tired of the Signal Tower’s shit over and over in this motherfucking cycle, getting chased by the bastard, losing her loved ones, losing her life and/or sanity and eating that poor damn Nome. But unfortunately because her life fucking sucked, she was on the run with her beloved, hand in hand like the iconic gamer lovers they were. Six’s eyes were blood red, her pupils were slitted like a snake, her fangs were out but she wasn’t using them. She was instead taking advantage of one of her other abilities the feral curse had gifted her with ever since her birth, her increase in speed when she went feral, hauling both her and Mono’s asses to the path to escape.
Mono panted harshly from trying to escape the mass of diarrhea of eyeballs, some of which were having enough of being attached to their own ass for about two years and trying to keep up with his feral red beloved but he didn’t protect as his dumbass didn’t want to get crushed flat like Flat Stanley. Though Mono was tripping more than a dumbass who have no business drinking out in the Pale City, his legs flailing around like he was a fucking cartoon character and both hands squeezing his beloved’s hand so tightly Six was worried something might break.
However the two beloveds kept going as fast as their little legs could go, even with their energy wading, they didn’t dare stop for a second not like they would in a chase like this. Six grinded her fangs together, increasing her speed to the maximum it would go, causing Mono to fly behind her like a puppet with tangled strings. The boy let out a yelp but didn’t protest as he feared there was no time to, considering their situation, he looked over at his beloved finding her hand going into her pocket.
When they were a good distance away from the Tower Flesh, Six stopped in her tracks much to Mono’s confusion. The feral red girl turned his head to face her beloved, a smug smirk forming on her face as she revealed a bottle of Raid from within her raincoat pocket. Letting out the most badass battle scream or at least, as badass as she could anyways, Six shook the bottle hard to the point it nearly exploded in her hand then blasted the bastard with the shit. It wasn’t a spray, it was a tidal wave.
The Tower Flesh roared in pain at the sudden attack and ran away, whimpering like a little bitch. Six had never seen a giant sack of diarrhea with eyes run so fast from her, but she didn’t care as she returned to normal and was walking her messy haired beloved to the exit. You can bet everyone behind the screens were laughing their asses off.