Fatal Frames - Part I, Chapter 2: The Second Night (Mod)

[Bobbie]

Her last trip to the museum had proven to be rather entertaining, if only because she inspired true terror into the hearts of Mayas everywhere. Really and truly, while she enjoyed it, it was still exceedingly short-lived. Humans were better because she didn't kill them. Shadows, however, had to be killed before they tried to be mean to her. It wasn't like she was doing anything to them out of sheer ill will, though. It was a dog-eat-dog world. Or, in her eyes, a machine-scare-thing world. If they couldn't handle her magnificent scaring attempts, then it was her duty and responsibility to ensure that they didn't react in a negative manner. In other words, she was just doing her job by killing Shadows after the fact.

Still, she could revel in their terror for the brief moments that they were afraid. Transient or not, it was still a glorious sensation. It was time to hide in some of the curtains around some of the displays. Like last time, the machine lowered her energy signature, putting a number of her processes to sleep. It was just a waiting game at that point. There would be no chase- no game of cat and mouse. She was the spider, and the Shadows were her flies.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

A pack of Shadows appeared!

Stellar Hand

• Zio
• Agi

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Fire Wk: Ice
Grand Hand

• Hama
• Assault Dive

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Light Wk: Pierce

[Bobbie]

Two presences shifted nearby. They were close and drawing closer. Smaller processes started up to facilitate quick movements. Once the two Hand-breed Shadows were within range, the machine activated in her entirely, spinning on her heel and rapidly forming her chainsaws. Before the end of the rotation, both saws had been formed and slashed through the first hand. The motion was quick and easy. Then again, only smaller Shadows lingered in that place- smaller, weaker, and infinitely more fragile. The sudden presence of a strong enemy, combined with the fact that it was then alone, seemed to demoralize the other hand, reducing it to fear. The machine just twirled on her heel, pivoting closer before the next dual-saw slaughter cut off some fingers.

This wasn't some yakuza crime story, and the Shadows weren't apologizing to her, but she did it all the same. Victory was a weak thing to call it. The Suffering would continue for her audience, though.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!
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