MAG Agent
{"Incredible power, giant size, quickened pace, muscles unbound and a Lead Farmer. People of the twenty-second century, I a-welcome you to the grand reveal of the MAG Agent! What do the letters in MAG stand for, well give just a 1950s pardon as I shall explain it. Many-Armed-Gobbledegook. Why this over anything else? Well with each acronym lining up, the MAG Agent is multi-purposed, multi-trained in all arts including the weapon and can fit in any jargon-intensive environment. So give this bad Agent a try now! Buy now before the first series is over!" - And so swayed were the black suits, a new arm in their decaying political power - a short release before the gore-y hypocrisy that spelled their end... Today's post is an independent story, another in the Void. A restless night of a restless dream interspersed between the shifts of the eternal slumber that was not meant to be and forever banished to the waking minutes of the walking corpse that is me. Inspired partially of my rekindled interests in Krinkles (From NewGrounds coming out with Madness Combat: Project Nexus 2) and his Madness Combat Flash Series and Project Nexus... Today's music-aide: Marching Ahead by @montanacellist found here in that post.}
- MAG -
[Administering adrenaline... successfully transfused. Now rising temperature levels... increasing normally. Stasis field turned off - disfigurement prevented... Glucose injected and successfully coursing in the blood stream. Preparing generic clip number four, letter A, series fifty; clip now wounding up... Greetings and good morning MAG Agent, your task is simple: explore the unexplored lands of the "consuming abyss" that made all creatures to monsters, kill all on site, leave not one stone unturned and survive... Broadcast shutting off, pod cell door now unlocking, weapons lock unlocked and final message now playing: have a blerrie fun assignment~]
As the screen dies off with the darkness ever-seeping in, enough light remained that the MAG Agent could stare into the reflection before their eyes stared at the night-coloured sky above them. Upon the mirror, they themself could see an assortment a nice tailored suit, a steel helmet with gladiatorial holes for the eye sight, rivulets of red ebbing from their raised left-hand and small flashing light pinned and hugging tight the center of their tie. Feeling the viscous red rum pouring from their cheeks, their right hand went in with pointer and middle finger ready at the cleanup. Stopping that hand as the left hand rose, they themself lack any appendages between body and arm. Kicking, not even the knees they grew up with were there; a mere floating set of feet and hands that so obeyed the corpus of the torso-n-head. But their eyes stared at the screen as a message flew across it and a small beep bounced about the chamber.
[Just remember: this was a one-way trip and this is the alternative sentence, be glad you'll help out both the military and science Worlds. So it doesn't matter the price of being turned into a MAG Agent, you'll die a gladiator...]
The left hand flying towards the screen, the screen crunched as millions of glass scattered about. Their own lil' memory theatre began replaying as the hands went about sliding off any adorned weapons in the pod. The eyes closed as an image began to cloud their sight to the unlit alleys. There, tattered and with ripped clothing; the unlucky competitor a bloody giblet mess across the floor. Twisting about, the referee carried their slender arms and forced it into the sky; the melting faces of a full parking lot cheering on. A sharp siren's call noisily floods the parking lot, the legs sprinting about and not worrying about the skirt tussling up to the sky. But the body soon learned to stop hating the pain and love the concrete as tendrils pinned and wrapped around each limb, the last noise ringing that the "Gladiator" was caught.
But the dream burned up as a shock pierced through their guts, the body aching a feeling that an internal scar now lays proof of the grave wake-up call. Taking only a second more to be in the pod chamber, their right hand went up to the eyes; the mouth releasing the prisoner sigh to the air as the mind realized of the rapid growth forced upon them. So, the chamber door eked as the hands bull-charged straight at it; two strikes and the door happily screamed to the air. Hands reaching the handle bars, the area around shouted of the rubble flying about in the air as a large, dark-stretching limb stretched lankly. The chamber-pod squirming, the handle bars sparked upon being ripped out; in time for the sudden dropping act of the limb which revealed its pointy-needle. Mashing the two bars on the needle-component, the limb shook crazily and soon lifted the MAG Agent with it.
Up to the air, their hands contracted and dive straight into again but higher - a shriek roared into the air. But the MAG Agent pressed on and used the handle bars as staples pressed against wooden poles, continuously stabbing into the squirming needle-limb. Mounted on top, the MAG Agent hopped and let gravity crumple the needle-limb into a nice black-n-oozing goo. Body self-erected, the concrete ground began rumbling about before out popped a singing-n-sliding chain-spear. The right shoulder yelped as spear dug-n-pierced through the flesh-n-bones, but the hands gripped the chain-spear which made it wince. Pushing forward before contracting, the chain-spear accepted failure and so rang a snap out. And so the defeated chains in sync sang as the MAG Agent rung that about from the right shoulder to across diagonally to the left hip and back up to the right shoulder. The feet forced a return back to the needle-limb as the weaving of metal took place.
Ripping off the pointy needle-nail from the oozing-goop that so blackened and corroded the ground underneath, another needle-limb struck through the floor and sought the MAG Agent. Feet side-stepping, the hands rammed the needle-nail through the aggressive limb and then partook with hammering away the needle-nail to the ground. The concrete yelping with each pounding, the needle-limb finally sounded its death grunt as the MAG Agent swung about. With the hands now firmly in place of the other needle-nail, the needle-limb groaned with each fiber being torn before needle-nail was in the company of the MAG Agent's hands. Fingers pricking away the nail material, a second chain-spear ruptured through the floor but continuously shot up without a care. A mind curiously, the hands acted upon the whims and the chain-spear irked in metallic pain when it could stretch nor contract anymore. But before the MAG Agent could revel in another victory, the chain-spear soon eked out a snap; retracting far into the bottomless void hole it came from before the adventurous parts of the spear came crashing unto the concrete.
The hole began spewing out black flames, bodies constituting their physicality as the MAG Agent's hands reached back and slinged back a SPAS-12 Shotgun. The SPAS-12 as grotesquely large as the MAG Agent, it forced their hands down before rebounding up. The Shotgun ascending with the hands, the eyes steady through the iron-sights and the pointer finger squeezing the trigger, out came roaring the thousand screaming flames and pellets. Charging forth, the recent constructs were made into Swiss cheese and disintegrated into the stale air - the polluting black flame geyser growing ever-larger. Before more constructs shambled away from the geyser, their head cocked back and the entire body jumped as the chain-spears advanced forth. The geyser multi-pierced, the chains dematerialized into a black ashen as the MAG Agent's body rose again and the hands re-armed with the SPAS-12 Shotgun. Before the MAG Agent readied the rifle on the geyser and the geyser concocting whatever was rumbling inside it, an island of concrete came slamming by and making the already floating island scream in pain.
The MAG Agent only combat-rolling and springing back up, they themself slammed into a building wall - imprinting black spider-veins on it. A sliding door ringing open, the MAG Agent's mind forced the hands to steady on the out-pour of vestiges - many resembling long-lost faces of past-foes. But before the vestiges took aim, a needle-limb stroke out through the spider-vein crack and rammed into the horde. Whacking moles of vestiges, the MAG Agent's Shotgun finally let loose and the concrete below were colorfully painted in all shades of black. The small misty haze clearing up, the MAG Agent's legs pressed forth upon seeing the retreating crowds and the needle-limb finally giving up. However, their body wasn't let go as the embrace embrace of heat grasped their tailored suit; so the Mag Agent's body spun about and let loose another thunder into the Void - multiple tendrils shrieking back.
The Shotgun ca-chunking, the door greatly expanded in size with each shotgun pellets making holes on the wall. Sticking the Shotgun through the hole, the entire chamber of shots expanded down the room; all dripping dry-paint as their left hand forced the top-edge of the wall to move away. Ready to bat away the wall straight in its path with a now useless SPAS-12, an ear-piercing shriek made the blood dripping from their helmet drain faster. Cocking back, the creature spawned from the still-gushing geyser with paws of a lumpy human, belly bloated that it danced around crazily, only a mouth with radial rows of teeth did the face sported and a connecting black tendril feeding into the beast which was sourced from the geyser. Hands punting the wall harder with the defunct Shotgun, camera snapping sounds with bots of blackness pulsed in the air. Eyes looking up, a message etched on the wall with each camera snap: "Let me give a hand!"
A round flying by their face, it pierced the beast and a fire of fireflies bursted about - movement hindered that the beast crouched. The camera snaps shuttered again and the floor rang a new message: "Take the leap of faith, we'll meet soon." Not wanting it to combat fully awoke, they accepted and aimlessly plunged into the Void below; yet the fall was not unaccompanied as out-bursted in red-flames a slug with a hairy-neckline, gas-mask for mouth, a metallic-tube that pulsed red and six-metallic-limbs with three on each side. Grasping the MAG Agent, gurgles flew into the air and pierced into their head as the MAG Agent stood fast.
"Rare a sight, once I thought a legend turned reality. So true are the forced experiments I heard from the meat-bags you used to be - from another galaxy of course.
"W-who are y-you? W-wh-why me?"
"Ah! Who am I to be rude and not say who I am: I am merely an elder Shu'ulathoi and I see your first hour in the Void has been coated in their oil-coloured-blood. So let's see to the end of your mission, forced you were I can tell, for a mission infinitely worth more to both of us: I am an Elder Shu'ulathoi and you are now my right-hand, together we will venture to the depths of the Void and strike at its core. This place is not a nightmare, this is the baby of the end times; to prevent it from maturing, you take the life away from it as fast as possible."
"H-hoooow yah'd find me?"
"They really did a number on your voice-box back in the labs... It matters not how, the Void really is an empty chasm the deeper you dive into it. Which case, lemme break the fall!~"
Consumed in a fiery myst of red-flames, the senses tingled all about as fireflies swarmed around their two plummeting bodies. Grasped hard by everything inside the red myst, the MAG Agent squirmed around before capitulating; the myst regardless fazing out as they all exploded upon the scene. A steady heart thump echoed about the island, the beast from before now slamming the concrete they all stand upon in between the pair and the Void Heart that strings all. Before the MAG Agent reached for another weapon to whack away the beast, the Elder mind-repulsed the night-connecting line on the beast and followed up on force-dragging the beast across the floor. Yanking out a giant sword, the MAG Agent's legs strode forward.
Then the body's nerves yelped in pain as multiple chain-spears pierced through the body. The Elder wailed for dear life in those horrid shrieks before multiple cracking tears roared up in the air. Darkness stretching about the room, an electric finger elongated below their helmet and began pushing the head upwards. Contortions upon contortions, body parts stretching beyond the periphery, depth unseen yet so shallow and simple two-dimensional set for a face with two dots and a line.
"They call me the VOID sometimes and other times HIM or HE, but I prefer to be called by my real name. Yet, you aren't worthy of such a name; but you and that Shu'ulathoi really did kept the house clean of those wretched spiders, damned souls and those house spillage. Can't seem to keep them clean since I came back, so I might indeed tell a name - my name. And my name is!-"
"BEGONE YOU, BE BANISHED BACK TO THE LOWER REALMS!"
Streams of light piercing the dark-electric fog with fireflies pouring out, the whole island felt the embrace of light. As breath slowly leaked from a popped gas-mask, the chain-spears chinked their disintegration and the MAG Agent collapsed. But their hands dragged the body across, helped a bit from the parsing breaths of the Elder Shu'ulathoi. The left hand gripping the sword, the right hand hoisted the body up - clinging the Void Heart's jetting piece. The shard piece eking in pain, the chip flew away and dark smoke bellowed out. Before plunging in, the Elder Shu'ulathoi gripped their right shoulder; the three other mechanical limbs sparking the blade that it soon glowed as did the entire sword began burning the MAG Agent's hands. Maneuvering, the sword plunged in and the Void Heart screamed to the entire Void as it felt the stinging session of orderly and sporadic light filling it up.
A dark sphere popping up from the Void Heart in rapid succession of writhing pains, matter stopped flowing and the sphere neither touched them nor the Elder who's free metallic limbs sparked lightning into the heart. Feeling a cold hand on the left, a raspy voice cough before their vision blurred beyond care. A small blanket of darkness covering them, their eyes soon woke up to a hospital and the ears hearing the quiet rumble of train parts moving. A door singing its sliding, their body twisted for the head and eyes to see who came in - a person in a blue-styled grey-suit and the Elder-Shu'ulathoi all restitched, all jovial. The hands reaching out, their eyes noticed the lack of appendages but saw how cleansed they were; soon striking the hands on their face and feeling no blood oozing out of their cheeks. The cold hand was placed on their left shoulder again as the figure sat down and the Elder Shu'ulathoi floated while staring.
"It has caught our attention that you were 'cleaning house' as they'd call it back in your galaxy. But who am I? Well I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say, as long as others are still playing their cards to squander me and my investments. What you should know is that I am now trying to find a way to let you at it for some sweet red nectar, yet I need a few tasks done in the meantime. Even then, you must rest as we go over your body and treat it; but if you want to call me something: It will do fine.
"So rest now, we only had slowed down the Void despite wrecking the Void Heart to pieces. Any a such, you have a new assignment as we constantly advance away from your original assignment of exploring, killing, leaving nothing behind and surviving. Rest, and rest well so you can have a real one; you'll be very useful yet one cannot stress any one being out before they snap."
"I can't, I just- I-I-I can speak again?!?"
"Indeed... but I guess a simple rest will do. What game would interest you?"
"Well it's more of a taste of food, but I guess I shall settle for a game right now... Do you so happen to know this game? It involved a really scary mansion haunted by a cute spooky girl and her deranged subjects from all walks of life. I like to play that one again~"
Two things: finally back to writing this consistently (independent stories) and finally a good excuse to weave in more of Madness Combat by Krinkles (NewGrounds). Do check out what I listed above in my intro blurb: "Madness Combat: Project Nexus 2 and Madness Combat Flash Series." They are so so so so good and need some attention!
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