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The Scientology building loomed tall over Sigma, the sheer size of it sending chills down his spine. He could already see inside it, the doors being wide open for anyone passing by.
He could see a few oblivious civilians already inside, talking with a few Scientology underlings. Seems like they really did have a mind control item.. Sigma couldn't think of any other way for them to be getting so many people inside without one.
The lady at the door, Shannon, turned to Sigma and flashed a welcoming smile. "Hello, would you like to come in?" She invited, waving her hand towards the inside as if enticing him to go in. He wasn't that dumb obviously, but for the sake of the demon and clowns unknown plans, he walked in.
The doors slammed behind him, startling him slightly. Shannon held his shoulder as they walked in further, down some stairs and to the right. He was led to a room that looked a bit like an indoor church, which he wasn't too surprised by. From what he's heard of this place, it was akin to a cult.
Shannon led him through a door, leading to a room with a desk and a singular sheet of paper on it. "If you wish to join, you must sign this contract. It's just a condition of entry, no need to be afraid!" She exclaimed kindly, holding out the contract to sigma.
The thousand year long contract. Sigma knew if he didn't prolong this long enough for the two idiots plans to start, he would be selling his soul. "Uhm, can I ask a few questions first..?" He said nervously, scratching his chin. Her smile dropped, suddenly becoming devoid of emotion. Sigma was even more nervous now. He had no clue what she was capable of, or what she was willing to do to anyone who went against her..
Seriously, when he sees Nikolai next, he was going to strangle that clown.
As if on cue, a yellow portal appeared just behind the contract, grabbing it and pulling it through the portal. Shannon looked shocked, then turned to glare at Sigma. "H-hey! I didn't do that!" He tried to explain, frantically waving his hands. She wasn't hearing it apparently, walking over to him.
Then, like a saving grace, Nikolai dropped from the ceiling Infront of Sigma. "Heya sigma! Have you fought them yet..?" He asked, ignoring the fuming woman behind him completely. "No..? Was I supposed to?" Sigma replied, confused.
When Nikolai had suddenly told him that he was going to be "raiding the Scientology building" he wasn't told anything about a fight.. perhaps they had abilitys? Considering how onboard Fyodor was, it was highly likely.
Nikolai and Sigmas conversation was interrupted by Shannons furious.. growls..? Sigma looked out from behind Nikolai, coming face to face with the being of his nightmares. "Shannon" was now a mutilated, contorted being that looked nothing like her original self. This must be the true form of the Scientology followers, how horrifying..
Nikolai chuckled in delight, the party was finally getting started! He pushed sigma to the side, earning a shocked yell. He ignored it, opening the door and bolting down the hallway. Sigma ran out the door as well after a moment of hesitation, running the opposite way trying to escape through the front door. He was stopped by the transformed final form of.. Tom Cruise..?
He scanned the rooms contents, noticing the bloodstains in place of where the civilians used to be. So this was why they needed to recruit more Scientology followers.. he shook his head, trying to focus on the situation currently happening. Tom Cruise, if you could even still call it that, screeched loudly trying to convey some emotion that Sigma guessed was anger. The thing was obviously hungry, but Sigma wasn't really planning to be lunch today. He turned around and ran down the stairs again, going the direction Nikolai went.
Shannons (or, the thing that used to be her) screeches echoed through the hallway, combined with the Thing that used to be Tom Cruises screeches made Sigmas ears ring loudly, leaving him heavily disoriented. That didn't stop him however, he ran as fast as he could down the hallway until he found a dimly lit hallway. It looked like a door at the end, Sigma was just going to have to pray to whatever god that it was infact a door.
On the other end of the hallway, Nikolai was having the time of his life running around and teleporting through portals to taunt Shannon. He cackled as he threw his overcoat over himself right as she was about to catch up to him, causing her to screech loudly.
After a while of the back and forth, Nikolai got bored. He held out his overcoat as far as possible, then opened a portal.
Fyodor fell through the glowing yellow portal, landing on his knees on the hard floors of the Scientology building. He lifted his head up to see a.. thing.. being teleported over and over again to keep it in place, with Nikolais excited cackled from behind him, which paused abruptly to acknowledge his presence. "Hello, my dearest friend! It's time to play a game, can you guess what game?" Nikolai quizzed, smiling expectantly at Fyodor.
"Nikolai, I can't run. I'm anaemic." Fyodor deadpanned, thinking it stupid how he had to tell Nikolai this again. "Well obviously I know that, that's why I'm going to give you a headstart! You get five minutes to hide, then after ten minutes I'm going to let this little doggy run wild!" Nikolai explained, way more excited then he should be. Fyodor was beginning to regret allowing Nikolai to torture Sigma in this way.
Speaking of Sigma, Fyodor briefly thought about how sigma was fairing right now, hopefully not too unsaveable. He was still an aspect of their plans, after all.
Sigma.. had no idea where he currently was. He walked on the carpets, hearing them squelch under his heels. Ew, who put water on the carpet? He dismissed the thought, it's Scientology of course they didn't know how to clean properly.
He looked around where he was currently standing, seeing basic yellowish-cream wallpaper on the walls, a horrible design choice he must say, and randomly placed square lights on the ceiling that had an irritating buzzing sound constantly emanating from them. This room stretched out for miles it seems, random hallways placed everywhere.
Oh well, atleast Tom Cruise wasn't around anymore.
Fyodor shook any thoughts of Sigma from his head, He had bigger fish to fry right now.
The transformed being of Shannon screeched impatiently, whilst Nikolai just stared at him with that stupid smile of his. He wasn't backing down it seems.. Fyodor sighed, standing up and taking note of the doors and hallways around him. There wasn't alot of space and he could hear the faint sounds of another being at the end of the hallway, but it would have to make do.
He began to jog briskly down the hallway, taking as many twists and turns everywhere as he possibly could. The creature didn't seem that smart, so as long as he could outsmart it, he wouldn't need to outrun it.
It felt like a minute before Nikolai started to very loudly countdown from ten. Fyodor could hear by the tone of his voice that he was smiling, which made him feel a tad bit irritated.
He started to run down the hall when Nikolai got to 5 on the countdown, his voice sounded much too close for comfort right now. It started to fade as he ran, the countdown getting to 1 before Nikolai yelled "okay, here she comes!" As he released the creature. At the same moment, Nikolai came out of a portal from besides Fyodor.
"Oh don't mind me, just spectating." Fyodor glared at him, currently leaning against a wall trying to catch his breath. "You.. are so dead.. when this is.. over.." he choked out inbetween breathes, scowling when Nikolai laughed in response. "That's if you make it out alive!" Nikolai teased, walking out of the tiny hallway Fyodor was currently ducked in.
A noise came from the end of it, a loud thumping noise. It sounded like footsteps, Fyodor observed. "She couldn't have gotten here that quick..?" Nikolai said, confused. Fyodor already knew it wasn't her, Shannons footsteps weren't heavy enough for that sound to be created. Nikolai suddenly walked backwards slowly, going back to the hallway. "Who the hell is that?" He asked, giggling nervously.
Fyodor leaned to get a look from the corner of the hallway, looking closely at the creature at the end. He was met with the face of..
Charlie.. Kirk..?
"What the fuck." Fyodor so graciously said, not believing his eyes. Why was Charlie Kirk here? In the Scientology building? Fyodor shook his head in disbelief, giving up on running away completely. He slid down the wall into a sitting position, closing his eyes. "Aw c'mon Fyodor, you can still run!" Nikolai said, dissatisfied with how it was going to end. Fyodor simply shook his head in response.
"Well that's no fun." Nikolai sighed dejectedly. Fyodor wouldn't even die from these things, but he wasn't exactly too keen on telling Nikolai that right now. Speaking of Nikolai, he turned to put his back against the wall opposite to Fyodor, sliding down into a sitting position as well.
"May as well stick around to see the outcome, I suppose." Nikolai grumbled. He was clearly unhappy with how his game turned out, a little annoying to Fyodor. He sighed, opening his eyes and looking at Nikolai. "If we survive, we can play your little game of.. 'speedrunning'.. but only if it doesn't result in death." Fyodor stated, not willing to show of his ability for a silly game of tag. Nikolais eyes lit up and he sat a little straighter, clapping his hands in delight.
The sounds of 'We are Charlie Kirk - slowed + reverbed' played from the creatures general area, echoing down the hallway. Nikolai tried to sing along, but was promptly shut up with a death glare from Fyodor.
The creature got closer and closer, slowly gaining on the two, reaching right next to their hallway.. it's mutilated hand reached around the corner and was about to reach them when..
"BANG!" A gunshot rang throughout the building, leaving Nikolai and Fyodors ears ringing. The Kirk creature fell to the ground silently, landing with a loud thud.
"Ooh.. clean shot." Someone said, Fyodor was unsure where the voice was coming from. "Whelp, time to run away and get arrested." The voice said, followed by footsteps and then silence. Nikolai leaned over to Fyodor to whisper "was that.. god..?"
Fyodor sighed. Why did he choose this idiot to be a main part of the decay of angels plans. Is it too late now to choose a different person..?
After all that, the creatures had been shot by mysterious voice man in the end. Nikolai whined for hours and hours about how it was unfair, and how he'd never get tiktok famous now. Fyodor silently thanked whoever killed them, for saving him from the torture it would have been had they stayed alive.
Around 6-7 hours later, Nikolai suddenly had a feeling he had forgotten something important. "Fyodor.. I think.. we forgot something.." Fyodor stared at him curiously. He hadn't forgotten anything, so it was just Nikolai. "Would you like to go back and get.. whatever it is?" He asked, not really wanting to.
"No no I.. I don't know what I forgot.." he held his chin, trying to focus on what it is he forgot. Then, he remembered.
"I forgot my lunch!" He exclaimed sadly, throwing a fit dramatically. "Nikolai, don't make such a dramatic over silly things." Fyodor scolded, sighing. Here he was thinking Nikolai had forgot something actually important.
...
"Guys..?" Sigma yelled into the abyss, thinking he had maybe been here a bit too long. Surely they would come for him soon..
Right..?