#ending two

[the-kr8tor]

Alone

Ending two

Solo Mission<<<

You chose the panic room.

The conversation back at the medic bay flickers in your mind, there's a high chance that none of the escape pods would work especially in the ship's condition. So with quick thinking, you and Hobie head towards the other hallway.

Your legs threaten to give out from under you. Breathing staggered, the grotesque being’s pained groans fade behind you. But you and Hobie aren't taking any chances as you both run towards the left where the executive panic room sits waiting for you both.

Hobie's arms aches as he carries the large hand in his grasp. Its fingers are still wiggling, some even poke his chest like It's trying to get his attention.

Boots thump loudly against the floors while you close each shutter on the hallway which were designed to keep explosions away. But based on the sound of metal breaking under an intense force, he guesses that it's only a matter of time before the creature makes its way towards you. The image of you being devoured by the alien has him checking on you with every breath you let out. He has endured much, suffered more, but he won't survive if you don't. You need to live through his, even if it means his end.

You two turn a sharp corner, boots skidding before you both fix your balance without falling. He sees the large circular door with the name that he desperately wanted to see.

“Almost there, love! Keep runnin’!”

The animalistic trilling gets closer, a call that it's near. “Yuri!” It screams in its distorted ghostly voice. “Run!”

“Fuck!” The kaleidoscope of light flits back in his eyes, obscuring his vision for a moment before he slams into the metal door. Groaning, you help him back up on his feet, only to turn back around to aim at the on coming creature.

“Hobie, the scanner!” You yell while a headache blooms in between his eyes. Despite this, he makes his way towards the scanner.

Quickly working through each fingerprint, the thudding footsteps and metal creaking gets closer and closer with every error that pops up.

“Wanker!”

“You can do it, Hobie. You'll find it.” Your reassuring words fires him up even with his sweat dripping off his brow. Your eyes narrow at the empty hallway, trigger finger itching.

The panel beeps, green light flashing on the screen. As the doors open, the alien breaks through the last shutter, appearing behind it despite its skin all shredded up from its numerous injuries. “Run!” Its hands with hundreds of fingers point at you accusingly through the hole it broke through.

Before you could empty out a whole mag at its body. Hobie pulls you inside by your collar, immediately closing the door behind before the creature could get close to you.

As the vault-like door locks in place, Hobie embraces you on the cold floor, quickly taking off his helmet to hide his face in the crook of your neck. After a few seconds of catching up, you hug him back tightly. Warm hands enveloping him as he fiddles with your helmet, clicking it off your head.

The second your helmet falls on the ground, he peppers kisses on your face. His lips don't leave a single space of skin unkissed until you're laughing from under him.

Hobie leans away slightly, only to move back in for a kiss that leaves you more breathless than running from a homicidal monster. “You're alright.” He sighs against your lips, eyes tightly closed as he places his warm forehead against yours. His thumbs caress the corner of your eyes, all the while pecking each side of your cheeks. “We made it out, love.”

You kiss him just under his eyes, gathering the tears stuck in his lashes. “We made it. But we're not out yet, Hobie.”

He moves away, hands still on your face. Scanning the room, he finds rows upon rows of beds in one corner. And in the other sits a communal area of sorts with a couch, a full bookshelf, and a control panel that could reach out to potential rescue outside the ship with limited coverage around the ship. The vents are separated from the rest of the ship's ventilation, hence the creature couldn't come in without getting ripped to shreds by the numerous blades it has to pass through. Just as he thought, there's enough food and water that could keep the two of you alive for at least two years. But since it's just the two of you, it could last five years.

You stand up, eyes forlorn at the whole place. Your vision still warbles in the same kaleidoscope of light, as if the creature is right outside just lying in waiting. His hand holds your own, fingers weaving through yours, as he opens his arm for you to fall into.

“Someone will come through, I know it.” He whispers against the top of your head, pecking it once before sighing, hand rubbing up and down your arm as he holds you.

“I know, we made it this far. We'll get out.” Someday.

You try not to think about what lies outside the room, your friends bodies will continue to decay, the creature still lingering just outside. You're trapped.

Head laying on his shoulder, there's still embers of hope in you. That someone could find the ship and potentially rescue you, or with some luck, the creature's biological clock would run out before you and Hobie run out of food.

At least you're alive and together, right?

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

the curse of summer is buying and eating an inadvisable amount of fruit in single sittings.

[moodsandtenses]

There's something hilarious about how so much subsequent media has positioned Vampires and Werewolves as, like, binary opposite entities, and then you read Dracula (1897) and realize that wolves are that guy's preferred solution to every problem. You'd say something to Dracula about "ah yes, werewolves, vampires' great eternal enemies," and he'd just be like "you mean my subcontractors?"

[giddlygoat]

so tired of this bullshittery

[krash-8]

"what have you been doing on your phone for the past two fucking hours" hitting people leave me alone

[bunabi]

Using a fear of Palestinian revenge as justification for the occupation is both wild and familiar

Aint nobody thinking about vengeance after getting freedom 😭 all we wanna do on this planet is drink chilled juice and not die

[hansoeii]

only you.

[nidbaesenpai]

Happy one year anniversary ISAT! To celebrate I wanted to share the lil strips I made for my friends when they reached the end of the game! They're all meant to be snippets of life post game and a glimpse into the world I'm making for Loop.

[frenchublog]

[agendercryptidlev]

one thing we can all agree on

[egophiliac]

back at it again with the extremely self-indulgent diafams! I am being emotionally supported by overly-cutesy interactions between anime characters right now, don't judge me.

(also continuing with my headcanons that 1) mustache Bauru, and 2) he'll be hugely tsundere about it but you can, ultimately, convince him to do just about anything via careful application of Sebek.)

[the-kr8tor]

Oblivion

Ending one

Solo Mission<<<

You chose the escape pods.

“We need to get the fuck out of here!” With a push on Hobie's shoulder, you sprint towards the right where the escape pods are.

Running away with all your might while Hobie shoots back at the creature, whose thudding footsteps reverberate through your bones, your fear encapsulates you. Your fear of him dying, seeing him get devoured by the very thing that killed your friends.

With your console on your wrist, you close each hallway shutters that were built to withstand great explosions but to the grotesque being, it's nothing but a wall of hay as it continues to run through it with barely any resistance.

There's no turning back now.

Its groans of pain, and flesh still burning, it runs towards you with such ferocity that you think it has a spark of humanity left in its distorted body. You could feel your heart pumping in your chest, lungs desperately heaving in more air as with every banging sound from behind, metal breaking and cracking with every shutters closing.

Hobie checks on you with arms lugging around the dismembered hand. Its hundred fingers are still wiggling and bleeding in his grasp.

“Love!” He yells as he sees the end of the hallway with the large circular doors with the written words that you've been waiting for.

“I know!” With one final push, you kneel down, using the momentum to slide on the grimy floors, rifle immediately pointing towards the creature. “Hobie, the finger prints!”

“On it!” As you shoot, Hobie brings the gigantic hand on the scanner next to the door. He checks every finger but none of them have the admin clearance you need. “Fuck!” There's still dozens to go through but the creature is still gunning after you, albeit slower this time as your concoction makes its way into its veins.

“Hurry! I'm running out of—” just as you say it, the creature falls on the ground, sliding its bloodied body on the floors, stopping just a few feet away from you. Panting, you look over your shoulder to meet with Hobie's eyes.

“Holy shit.” His eyes glint with hope. With one remaining finger to scan, it beeps then a green light illuminates his helmet. “Lucky.” He almost chuckles out.

Your eyes glimmer under the red lights, as he helps you up, the creature huffs, reminding you that you don't have much time left.

“Let's go before it wakes.” Hand in hand, Hobie leads you inside the room with its rows upon rows of escape pods at the ready. As you predicted based on the ship's age, one pod could only house one person. Something that has been fixed ten years ago after an incident.

The doors hiss close behind you, granting you one last look at the sleeping monster.

You place the now empty rifle next to the door, running towards the closest pod to check if it's all clear only to find the unmistakable red error code on the panel. “Fuck, this might've been damaged from before. Any luck?”

Hobie checks every single pod, desperation crawling on his neck with every error he sees on each escape pod. “Not yet.”

A deep rumble from outside freezes the blood in your veins. “There's gotta be one that's working!” You scream in frustration, hands trembling as you skim every single one of them. Your hope fades away when you see the very last pod at the end of the line with the same red flashing on its screen.

Hobie’s rapid footsteps recede, “love! Over ‘ere!” You follow him quickly, running towards him with a soft smile. Finding that he's waiting at the last pod, which only means one thing. “You need to take your helmet off or you won't fit in it.” He's already twisting your helmet off before you could protest. “We— you need to get inside, love.”

“No,” his hands grip your arms, pulling you gently towards the now opened pod. “No, not without you damn it!” You push him away, his body almost landing inside the pod as he looks at you with his tear filled eyes. “I'm not leaving without you.” The trilling sounds get louder, and your vision warbles into the same rainbow light. “I can't, Hobie.”

He sniffs, lips slowly curling into a gentle smile, a reassuring one. Calling your name like it's the last time he'll ever say it, he reaches for you again. “You have to go.” His palms rests on your cheeks, catching your tears in his gloves. “I'll find my own way out, yeah? And we'll get that house with the readin’ nook you always wanted.”

“But it won't be a home without you!” You stomp your foot down like a child throwing a tantrum. “I don't have to go, okay? W–we can keep running from it until it starves! Please, don't make me leave you behind.” You wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him fully while you slowly inch towards the pod while his back is turned from it. “Please.”

“‘m sorry, lovie.” He thumps his helmet atop your forehead gently, trying to feel your warmth through the glass. “I'll see you again, in this life or the next.”

Leaning away, your forehead presses gently on his helmet, eyes closed as you savour his warmth. Sliding your palms on his chest, your thumbs caresses the patch you two designed years ago. “No, I'm sorry.” With one strong push, he falls backwards into the hull. You take advantage of his shock, closing and locking the door over him. “You're gonna be okay.”

“No, Please!” Hobie hears the muffled thudding from behind the glass, and your quiet sobbing as you punch in coordinates on the control panel. He tries to push the glass, then punches it to no avail. It doesn't crack or hiss open, despite him pulling the lever to open it. “You should be ‘ere, not me! Love! Open the fuckin’ door!” He keeps punching the glass, heart wretched out of his heart as he watches you sacrifice yourself. He calls your name again, soft and broken in his throat. “Don't leave me.”

The flashing ‘launch’ button appears as you finish putting in the coordinates of earth or any closest space station, whichever it finds first. You could only hope that he gets back there safely, he needs to survive. For his sake and yours.

Your finger hovers over the button as you hear a crashing sound. “I love you, I'm so sorry.” The doors rip open, and the creature's thundering footsteps fade away in your ears while you could only hear Hobie's anguished muted screaming. “I hope I get to meet you again, captain.”

With a press of the button, the last thing he ever saw was your shining smile, and the monster looming behind you.

As the dark space encapsulates him, and the pod propelling him back to earth, he could only see your last smile behind his eyelids and the kaleidoscope of light fading in his vision.

You didn't make it.

[15lehna]

The universal gm facepalm

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

not "i ship these characters" or "i want them to bond platonically" but a secret 3rd thing (I want them to be forced to interact by the Narrative bc they would HATE that)

[heph]

A Moment in Time - Dearly Missed

[wazzi2ya]

Lucifer, ranting: Oh and he's so fucking infuriating! Thinks he can just waltz into that hotel, and into my daughter's life! Daring to argue with me, ME! The King of Hell! With his stupid coat and the ugliest fucking haircut I've ever seen, strolling around as if he owned the place!

Asmodeus, Sin of Lust, able to tell Exactly what is going on, pouring him a second margarita: Mhmm, tell me more, girl.