Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20180528032838/@comment-26892768-20180602130451

Albus curses under his breath, looking at Horace and whispering to him. "Crap...how do we explain this?"

"I'll handle it." Horace whispers back, taking Albus' place. Albus sighs in relief. Okay, good. Horace was always the more formal of the two. He could probably find some way to- "I'm terribly sorry, ma'am, but we are not your universe's versions of Horace and Albus."

'"Goddammit Horace!" 'Albus grabs his partner's shoulders and shakes him. "Did you consider that maybe, just maybe, this version of the boss doesn't know about all the omniverse bullshit!?"

"I did, and I figured we should be the ones to explain it to her if that was the case." Horace explains calmly.

"And maybe she'll listen to us, or, more likely, she'll just think we're crazy!" Albus growls.

Meanwhile, Violet runs through the halls, looking wildly around her as what once seemed like a luxurious home now seems more like a gilded labyrinth she could never hope to understand with the time she has - and one the monster in the center of it knows all the paths perfectly.

Because of course she would. Of course the ominverse wouldn't lend her a break. Of course it would take Theodore away from her not even within two weeks of Charlie's death. Of course the person who was offering to lend help was only out for their blood - how could she have let her guard down? How could she, when the omniverse just taught her that once you get involved you can never escape not that long ago? To Violet, it feels like the omniverse is a dragon - one she could never hope to draw, one she could never hope to tame on paper - and right now, she is very, very close to getting completely incinerated by it.

If only she had been the one to get killed first. At least Theodore would've had more of a chance to escape with his portals, and this type of fear would've been perfect to get those portals opened fast. Violet only has her own enhanced strength and an axe - and honestly, after seeing Theodore getting killed...she's not feeling as courageous as a Banisher should.

Violet takes a left, and sees a big door. Okay, a bit obvious, but maybe it'd give her a place to hide?

She opens the door that Horace and Albus had to throw in a man a few days ago, and Violet is immediately hit with a smell she's all too familiar with, seeing as she typically fights deadly monsters. The smell of decay.

Violet promptly slams the door. 'Nope. 'She doesn't know what's in there, and she doesn't want to know what's in there.

Then it hits her. ''The entrance. ''Of course. She doesn't know if the monster's already waiting for her there or not, but it's worth a shot.

Axe by her side, Violet runs for the door.

Why it took Bec Noir three days to touch a plate, I have no idea, but it doesn't seem to react.

And then, Zakaku walks in, SCP-1048 on his shoulder, causing the Director to look up.

''"Greetings, Director." ''Zakaku nods. "I would hope the wait wasn't too excruciating?"

"Are you going to show me what you've done?" The Director asks.

''"Right to the point, I see. Good. I think you'll like what I've done here..." ''Zakaku pauses. "Although - do forgive my aggrandizing in advance, I'm personally rather excited for this."

The Director nods. "You're forgiven. Get on with it."

''"As you wish." ''Zakaku takes a step to the side, dramatically sweeping his arm towards a large door. "Director, I give you - the horrors of the omniverse."

A tremor shakes the ground. And another. And another. Zakaku opens the large door with a bit of magnetism, and his creation steps through. The Director looks up, and...okay, she's perfectly willing to admit that she's actually gaping at the abomination before her. Massive pillars of twisted, purple-furred flesh and machinery make up the thing's arms legs, with a long, mechanical tail with various dark blue, dark purple, and pink hairs as a cover and a large, spiked, metal flail currently between the legs. The thing has an appropriately large torso, with spikes running down the back of the thing and bladed wings with purple membrane between the shoulders. The head is like that of a bull's, with an extended muzzle at the front, with a set of outer, mechanical teeth, and a set of inner, organic teeth inside its mouth, and its eyes are large, organic ones with mechanical lenses forcibly placed over the pupils. A twisted horn grows from its forehead.

The Director then notices that the star-shaped gem the prisoner had in her crown is now embedded in its chest. Personally, she thinks the split purple and white gem fits the thing perfectly.

"It's..."

''"Terrifying? Disgusting? Abominable?" ''Zakaku suggests, clearly proud in his creation.

The Director allows herself a small smile. "Exactly."