Weary Inquiry - The Conundrum
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The morning came much sooner than MC would have hoped. He had hardly slept the night before, and when he had, his dreams were plagued with grizzly images of his friends, mangled and dead.
Sometime during the night, as he lay in bed listening to the cries of the pink Withers, it had finally clicked. Today, someone was probably going to die. Either he and Nebris would go down against the monster taking the guise of their friend, or Pakratt was going to die along with it.
None of then said a word to each other as they slipped out of Pakratt's base, silhouetted against the hues of the rising sun. They were too lost in their own little worlds, trying to face death with dignity.
Somewhere within the vicinity of the Pondery House, Nebris stopped them.
"Okay, here's the plan," he began. "MC and I will take the front of the house. We're gonna charge in first, distract him. Then, Pak is going to sneak around back and take him out from behind. Once we get him subdued, we'll figure something out."
MC nodded. "Gotcha."
"I think I can do that," Pakratt responded.
They walked a little further before they happened upon it. The Pondery House, mismatched and imposing as ever, towered in front of them. Nebris motioned for Pakratt to start climbing the cliff around the back.
MC looked at Nebris. "This is it, huh? No turning back?"
Nebris nodded. "Something like that."
MC sighed and looked ahead. "It was nice knowing you, buddy," he said with a sad smile.
"... Yeah, you too," Nebris replied.
And then they ran.
Without even thinking about it, they sprinted up the hill, just like the day before. There was no thought, no regard, to their own safety; all they cared about was bringing an end to this mess as soon as they could.
The doors burst open, and sure enough, Pondery Pakratt was there, sitting upon his boat-chair. He had a cup of tea in his hands, and he fixed the intruders with a chilling glare.
"My, my..." he said, getting up from his chair and setting his tea down. "This is rather unexpected. I would have figured you'd have backed down by now, resolved yourselves to spending your final days with your loved ones. But then again, I should have realized that you would be stupid enough to come after me a second time." He sighed. "Oh well, your funeral. Is there anything you'd like to say before I kill you?"
Nebris sneered. "This ends here."
Pondery Pakratt tilted his head back and erupted into chilling, sinister laughter. "Au contraire, my friends. It is you who shall be meeting an end. I wanted to kill you in front of Deadweight, draw out his emotional trauma before ending him myself, but if you so insist..."
"But you can't kill Pakratt! You'd die too!" MC exclaimed.
Pondery Pakratt stepped forward until he was almost uncomfortably close to MC. MC began shaking but held his ground.
"Is that so? Then please, tell me... who do you think stole those pages from Etho's book?" he snarled, baring unnaturally sharp teeth.
Nebris took a step back, pulling MC back with him. "Y-you mean-"
Pondery Pakratt grinned menacingly. "That's right! Once I'm done with you two, I'm going after Deadweight and making him die a slow and painful death," he hissed.
"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon, man," came a voice from behind Pondery Pakratt.
Pondery Pakratt's eyes widened as he turned around. "Deadwei-"
Pakratt punched his evil counterpart in the face. "Not so tough now that I'm so close you can't rely on those powers you've been usin', huh?" he asked, smirking.
"Why, you-" Pondery Pakratt growled, before literally jumping on his regular counterpart and knocking him to the ground. The two began rolling around on the floor, trading punches and knocking over furniture. MC and Nebris could only stare in bewilderment.
Regular Pakratt got the upper hand for a second. "How's this for fisticuffs, huh?" he exclaimed, punctuating his statement with a left hook.
Pondery Pakratt flipped regular Pakratt over. "I'd say I'm doing pretty well," he said casually, peppering his statement with a right hook of his own.
The two rolled around some more before a bright flash of light engulfed the room. When it ended, both Pakratts were standing.
However, both Pakratts were also dressed the same. Both had on a navy-colored suit, torn in the exact same places. Both had the same bruises and cuts dotting their faces and bodies.
"C'mon guys," the one on the left said. "I'd like some help here if ya can..."
"No, don't listen to him!" the one on the right exclaimed, eyes widening. "He's obviously pretendin' to be me. I'm the real Pakratt!"
MC and Nebris looked at each other in bewilderment.
"This isn't good."
(To be continued...)
It's time to play Spot The Imposter, folks! Which one is the real Pakratt? The one on the left or the one on the right? Find out next time!
What do you think? Is there a way to tell them apart? How should MC and Nebris go about this?
Fun fact: Pakratt is left-handed. Hence the left hook.
Other fun fact: I am also left-handed.
Comments and feedback appreciated!~ <3
The morning came much sooner than MC would have hoped. He had hardly slept the night before, and when he had, his dreams were plagued with grizzly images of his friends, mangled and dead.
Sometime during the night, as he lay in bed listening to the cries of the pink Withers, it had finally clicked. Today, someone was probably going to die. Either he and Nebris would go down against the monster taking the guise of their friend, or Pakratt was going to die along with it.
None of then said a word to each other as they slipped out of Pakratt's base, silhouetted against the hues of the rising sun. They were too lost in their own little worlds, trying to face death with dignity.
Somewhere within the vicinity of the Pondery House, Nebris stopped them.
"Okay, here's the plan," he began. "MC and I will take the front of the house. We're gonna charge in first, distract him. Then, Pak is going to sneak around back and take him out from behind. Once we get him subdued, we'll figure something out."
MC nodded. "Gotcha."
"I think I can do that," Pakratt responded.
They walked a little further before they happened upon it. The Pondery House, mismatched and imposing as ever, towered in front of them. Nebris motioned for Pakratt to start climbing the cliff around the back.
MC looked at Nebris. "This is it, huh? No turning back?"
Nebris nodded. "Something like that."
MC sighed and looked ahead. "It was nice knowing you, buddy," he said with a sad smile.
"... Yeah, you too," Nebris replied.
And then they ran.
Without even thinking about it, they sprinted up the hill, just like the day before. There was no thought, no regard, to their own safety; all they cared about was bringing an end to this mess as soon as they could.
The doors burst open, and sure enough, Pondery Pakratt was there, sitting upon his boat-chair. He had a cup of tea in his hands, and he fixed the intruders with a chilling glare.
"My, my..." he said, getting up from his chair and setting his tea down. "This is rather unexpected. I would have figured you'd have backed down by now, resolved yourselves to spending your final days with your loved ones. But then again, I should have realized that you would be stupid enough to come after me a second time." He sighed. "Oh well, your funeral. Is there anything you'd like to say before I kill you?"
Nebris sneered. "This ends here."
Pondery Pakratt tilted his head back and erupted into chilling, sinister laughter. "Au contraire, my friends. It is you who shall be meeting an end. I wanted to kill you in front of Deadweight, draw out his emotional trauma before ending him myself, but if you so insist..."
"But you can't kill Pakratt! You'd die too!" MC exclaimed.
Pondery Pakratt stepped forward until he was almost uncomfortably close to MC. MC began shaking but held his ground.
"Is that so? Then please, tell me... who do you think stole those pages from Etho's book?" he snarled, baring unnaturally sharp teeth.
Nebris took a step back, pulling MC back with him. "Y-you mean-"
Pondery Pakratt grinned menacingly. "That's right! Once I'm done with you two, I'm going after Deadweight and making him die a slow and painful death," he hissed.
"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon, man," came a voice from behind Pondery Pakratt.
Pondery Pakratt's eyes widened as he turned around. "Deadwei-"
Pakratt punched his evil counterpart in the face. "Not so tough now that I'm so close you can't rely on those powers you've been usin', huh?" he asked, smirking.
"Why, you-" Pondery Pakratt growled, before literally jumping on his regular counterpart and knocking him to the ground. The two began rolling around on the floor, trading punches and knocking over furniture. MC and Nebris could only stare in bewilderment.
Regular Pakratt got the upper hand for a second. "How's this for fisticuffs, huh?" he exclaimed, punctuating his statement with a left hook.
Pondery Pakratt flipped regular Pakratt over. "I'd say I'm doing pretty well," he said casually, peppering his statement with a right hook of his own.
The two rolled around some more before a bright flash of light engulfed the room. When it ended, both Pakratts were standing.
However, both Pakratts were also dressed the same. Both had on a navy-colored suit, torn in the exact same places. Both had the same bruises and cuts dotting their faces and bodies.
"C'mon guys," the one on the left said. "I'd like some help here if ya can..."
"No, don't listen to him!" the one on the right exclaimed, eyes widening. "He's obviously pretendin' to be me. I'm the real Pakratt!"
MC and Nebris looked at each other in bewilderment.
"This isn't good."
(To be continued...)
It's time to play Spot The Imposter, folks! Which one is the real Pakratt? The one on the left or the one on the right? Find out next time!
What do you think? Is there a way to tell them apart? How should MC and Nebris go about this?
Fun fact: Pakratt is left-handed. Hence the left hook.
Other fun fact: I am also left-handed.
Comments and feedback appreciated!~ <3
