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((OOC WARNING: Zack is an impulsive, violent person who tends to swear a lot.))

Network

[Oh, sorry. Were you trying to have your dinner in peace? Too bad! Here's a bandaged Creepypasta lookalike with a scythe, and he does not look like he wanted to wake up in the attic.]

Alright, you sadistic bitch! I know you moved me in here while I was asleep!

[Oh, it looks like he might be a bit disoriented. Has he realized where he is yet?]

Where the Hell am I, and what the Hell did you do to Ray?! Answer me, or I will come find you and tear you to pieces!

[UM... Someone calm him down before he goes and kills somebody.]

Action

[And here we encounter Zack in a less aggressive state. He's pretty miffed at the fact that he was somehow magically teleported into Wonderland and he'll be stuck there for who knows how long, but hey. At least they have free room and board.]

[So, he'll be in the kitchen, pouring himself a soda... Into a bowl of cereal? Served with a bag of potato chips? Look, Zack doesn't have the best dietary habits, but someone should make him some actual food. Or laugh at his idea of a meal. Whichever suits you best.]

Event

[It's another zombie event, and Zack is going to town on the reanimated dead. With a swing of his scythe, he stabs a nearby zombie and sends it flying into a wall. He mercilessly swings his blade at more of them, stabbing and slashing them up with brute force. Sure, he's not used to having to deal with so many bodies at once, but he's loving the action. He's cackling with sadistic glee, even...]

[He might be enjoying this too much, and he's starting to get reckless...]

Zack's Mirror

[If you walk down a certain hallway, you might find a whole line of mirrors with messages written on them. The handwriting is a bit sloppy, but legible enough to read.]

Excuse me, but why are you like this? Did you have a rough life? ✞

Uh. Hey. I'm talking to you.

LOOK AT THE MIRRORS

YOU SERIOUSLY CAN'T READ?

[The last mirror in the row has a crude drawing of a man wearing a hoodie and some kind of pendant waving his arms frantically. It's kind of hard to make it out, since it seems the Mirror has given up on trying to get someone's attention and has begun to clean off the glass.]

[Are you up for giving Issac Foster's Mirror some company?]

[She can't decide if this brief kitchen interlude is nice or not, with how it distracts from that whole Gotta Get Dead goal, but Ray figures it's a good idea to get some energy back. They'd probably have to solve some crazy puzzle in an escape attempt in the next few hours, so here we go...!

...Heeeere we stop! Zack, what are you doing... She can't watch this go on and keep silent any longer. After all,]

...You know you'd don't need to do that anymore. You can have real cereal with real milk.

[Never mind that she's got her own weird food quirk going on, tipping a bottle of sriracha sauce onto her scrambled eggs.]

[Zack absently nods before he reaches for the spoon-]

[Wait. He knows that voice.]

... Ray?!

[Zack's abandoning his food to grab at Ray's shoulders.]

Where the hell have you been?! I thought someone fucking stole my kill!

[SWEET DEAD DEITIES. Her eyes widen a little as she's grabbed, but other than that and more sriracha being added to her meal than intended, Ray doesn't really react much.]

No. I wouldn't let someone make you into a liar.

[She wants to die, but she's very specific. As is only natural.]

I've been thinking, but... I'm not really sure what's happening.

[Yep, this is indeed the same emotionless Ray he knows. Thank god she's okay! For now.]

That's good news. I guess I have less to worry about now...

[Yes, he knows. And he knows how she has promised to die. Here, though...]

Oh, yeah. 'Bout that...

[He rummages around in his hoodie's pocket and pulls out something that looks like a smartphone.]

Did something like this just show up in your purse or something? I had it when I woke up and tried poking around with it, but... Well, you know me.

[No education. Can't read.]

["Okay"... Sure, let's go with that.]

Hm?

[Ray looks down, then gingerly takes the device from him. Oh boy, how did you get to calendar settings just plunking around at whatever icon you pleased? Back a few steps she goes so she can try to change some of these accessibility settings. Text-to-speech would be good... Maybe if she made the fonts bigger, they could work on learning to read...]

I guess my purse did feel a little heavier. [Honestly, she had shrugged it off as all that adrenaline finally taking its toll, but she didn't want to voice that thought in case it made Zack think she wasn't prepared to follow through on her end of their deal.] Um. It's a phone. One of the expensive ones? So it can do a lot of things, instead of just letting you talk to people. It's a weird thing to give to us... Maybe they're going to announce our trials over it...?

[That was a floormaster thing to do, right...]

I think I know what a phone is, thanks.

[Ray might notice that calendar she's exiting out of has no year displayed, and there's no option to display it. There's also an icon on the home screen simply titled "Network." It has a picture of a purple rose on a letter for some reason...]

I don't think anyone would actually go through the trouble to give something that expensive to someone they're gonna kill.

[...oops.]

I didn't know how long you've been on your floor.

[Busted city streets like that don't change much through the years, stuck in their slummish ways. Nothing there was really...up to rich guy smart phone standards. Not that her life had exposed her to that much, either, but... Hmn. Actually, she's still pretty sure this stuff isn't normal.]

Cathy made multiple execution chambers. These are more reusable than some of the things she put us through...

Yeah... The other sacrifices kept bringing 'em in for some reason. Even though the reception is shit over here...

[A cell phone was not a weapon, so naturally it wasn't confiscated before the game started. Not that it really mattered. There was no reception in that building, and for good reason.]

[Zack does see the weird network icon on the phone, though.]

What's that?

[Someone could probably use a cell phone as a weapon. Ray considers what it would take to make one into a timer bomb... Can't be too hard. Maybe she'll think on that more later, when she's messing around with her own phone instead of Zack's.]

The network? [It's more tactful than "oh right, it says network", after her underestimation earlier.] Maybe it's like the internet.

[Time to see! ...What the heck is this. More experimental button-pushing.]

...Oh. I think it's recording, now. I'm Rachel Gardner? Zack, introduce yourself. It might be like when we had those photos.

[Does Zack look like someone who can turn a phone into a bomb?]

[Oh, fuck. Not this shit again.]

Hey, floor master! Fuck off.

[Yep. Now he's flipping off the network.]

[It's okay, Zack. Ray's made bombs before. She can do it.]

Oh --

[WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS... With a sigh, Ray starts to dig around her own purse for her device.]

We should know who we're dealing with. I haven't seen any clues on how to get to the next floor... [O-KAY, that sure was her stomach growling really loudly, just ignore that.]

[You know why he's like this, Ray! They've been through at least 2 floors together. Bonding happened!]

Yeah... The weird thing is, I don't remember falling asleep here... Didn't we take a break on Cathy's floor? Near the dumpsters, where the cameras couldn't see us?

[It was really odd for the floor's theme to completely change all of a sudden... Unless Cathy had multiple personalities or something.]

[The best bonding. Nothing brings two people together quite like a soliciting murder.]

Ah. It's my fault we've gotten in this mess.

[Stupid... She'd have to do a lot more to prove her usefulness now. Why did she have to feel so sick?]

It's possible we missed something. I'm sorry, Zack. I wasn't...doing as much as I should have to make sure there was no way for her to get us. Or someone else, from the floor above. Do you think any of the others would break the rules?

[Zack stared at her for a moment. Is she actually feeling something for once, or is she just saying that? Either way, the poison did effect them both, so...]

Hey, it's not your fault we got stuck in a room that was filling up with toxic gas. Blame the sadistic bitch for that one.

[By sadistic bitch, he means Cathy. Duh.]

[Zack rubs the back of his neck, wondering about it.]

Danny might, I did see him letting you out of there before I drove a scythe through his torso, Eddie... Not so much? Maybe? And then Cathy would probably try to torture the others...

Not sure who's on the next floor.

[She can give this inch if it means Zack will bring her along for the next mile. She still needs him to fulfill his promise, but if she can't be useful to him, why would he bother with someone like her? She has to stay useful. She can do better. And then she can be killed.]

It's my fault we had to rest...

[But Cathy sure was a bitch. Can't deny that. Ray scrolls through the network on her device, eyes unfocused.]

You killed Danny and Eddie. It's possible someone from a higher floor took us to theirs instead...but I don't know why they wouldn't just kill us right away.

[None of you are very good at this...]

[She's been useful enough so far, and unless she has some kind of special ability to teleport the two of them somewhere else, she's done the best she can.]

What, so you decided to take in twice the poison or something?

[Cathy is a super bitch.]

No shit, Sherlock! I'm just wondering why the hell someone above us would just kidnap us from the bitch's floor? [Who is even on the next floor again? Zack never paid that close attention to who he worked with...]

[I mean...technically she did decide to inhale twice the poison. She pushed herself past her limits to get them out of there faster, since Zack wasn't really great with all that puzzle nonsense.]

Maybe they're tired of her getting to murder people...?

[augh...okay, she can't take it anymore. Ray shuffles to her seat and resumes adding sriracha to her now-cold eggs. She's hungry, man.]

This place looks... [closer to the final floor than anything, but] Like the killer of this floor doesn't do normal torture. If everyone dies before their floor, they might have been bored enough to come get us.

[thank you god for this meal we share today yadda yadda, honestly even if it's not ideal anymore, this is closer to mana from heaven than anything she'd have expected.]

You went to another floor for me. It's not impossible they would do the same after a while.

[That is true. Not that Zack really thought about it that way.]

Damn... That bitch must be fucking brutal or something.

[What does the final floor look like again? It's not like he really hung out in there at all.]

Yeah, that was actually a first. I dunno if anyone else tried it before I did...

[Huh. So much for looking through that network app. His cereal's getting soggy, and frankly with the choice of selection it doesn't seem so appetizing anymore.]

[He pushes the bowl to the side, wanders over to the fridge, and starts looking for leftovers of some kind...]

[h-haha...ha...coughs yeah so anyway this food right so crazy

actually, his prior choice of food really was crazy. She glances up from her eggs, pausing a moment before asking,] Did you eat that a lot?

[She can't fathom why it would have been anyone's first choice.]

[Zack returns to the table with some reasonable food on his plate: two slices of pizza. Meat lover's.]

Well, I think I can pretty much eat anything that's there so... Kind of?

[You don't really think about eating habits when you're used to scrounging around for food.]

...I see.

[That's upsetting, almost. Not enough that he eyes shift away from their dead state, but her fork does hover her food a second longer than usual. There hadn't always been meals ready at home, but at least the fridge and cupboards were stocked enough that Ray could put something together when everyone else was in no mood for a family dinner. Her floor had been the same, with how specific she'd been in getting it set up. Cereal and soda in the same bowl was just...wrong... His new choice is fine, though.

Ray lightly nudges her hot sauce in his direction. It's good on pizza, too!!! She doesn't have busted tastebuds from eating so much spicy food!!]

So you were the first to try a lot of things. I don't think anyone else would have thought to put them together.

[If there is one thing Zack has learned from this whole ordeal, it's that Ray's eyes are always gonna be dead and there is nothing he can do to fix that. At least he doesn't give a rat's ass about food.]

[... Okay, maybe he'll push the hot sauce away. Seriously, who puts hot sauce on pizza?]

I guess you could say that. The cereal and coke combo wasn't the worst thing I've ever eaten.

[hot sauce goes on everything, you weakling.]

Really? [She chews thoughtfully, tines of her fork clattering softly against her plate. It sounded difficult.

Made it even more baffling that he'd chosen that as his breakfast... She hadn't really given much thought to the subject before, since her dietary needs had always been taken care of and Danny was free to get what he needed while he was out. Zack never left his floor, though... All that had been there was busted up buildings and garbage. Even if it suited a killer like him, it seemed odd to leave his food options so limited.]

...Your file mentioned substandard living conditions. I guess it isn't really a surprise to hear that, not that it really matters.

[No it doesn't, you freak!]

Huh? [He raised an eyebrow at her statement.]

Are you talking about that resume thing you found on the gravedigging brat's floor?

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"Zack" Issac Foster | Angels of Death

breakfast club

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I guess we're probably inviting people to threadjack now? If you're ok with it?

If anyone wants to, sure!

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CW: child neglect

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