Post by Void on Jan 24, 2021 23:33:54 GMT -5
We see a hallway inside of Devil’s Gate Correctional Facility, with many doors on either wall. The sound of footsteps fills the hall, and two men are seen walking: Dr. Reginald Royce and Pete Harper. Pete holds a clipboard, writing things down, while Royce pensively strolls down the hall.
Pete: Well, we have some new inmates. And our… other ventures are going quite well.
Royce: Yes.
Pete: We’re set to start integrating the newest batch into the general population, including our latest prospect.
Royce stops suddenly. Pete keeps going for a second before realizing. A look of fear passes over the bearded man’s face.
Royce: Integration?
Pete: Well, uh, yes sir. It’s the common protocol for most patients. Even our prospects.
Royce walks slowly past Pete, looking through the windows on each door of the wall on his right.
Royce: What leads you to think… our newest prospect… is anywhere near common?
Pete gives a shaky nod and catches up with Royce.
Pete: Certainly sir. I’ll keep him in isolation until further notice.
Royce looks inside one cell. Inside, we see VOID, sitting cross legged.
Royce: Very good.
Ding.
Ding.
Ding.
Do you hear it?
VOID opens his eyes, as he sits in his cell.
They are the bells. The bells of reckoning. I warned you all, that the time was coming. But, too many of you were quick to dismiss me, to write me off as just another madm-
Oh. Well. Given my current environment, I guess you were right. Just the ravings of another lunatic, now safely locked up. One more cuckoo…
VOID mimes something falling from a high place
That flew the nest.
Then again, the cuckoo doesn’t quite suit me. Did you know that cuckoos are parasites? Yes, rather than working to build a home, they lay their eggs in the nests of other birds. The cuckoo chick then hatches with the young of the host bird, and demands food. If it’s left to fester, the cuckoo will throw the other birds out of the nest to their death.
It almost reminds me of someone… but who?
And so we come to Alex Scott. He invaded Cruiserclash, a place already full of stars. But his incessant squawking led him to a tag title reign. Luckily, it didn’t last long, yet he continues on and on, crying for attention. He claims 2021 is his year, but he has yet to even win a match after being outdone twice by Sara Pettis. How he even got to be in this “Win and Your In” situation is beyond me.
But, The Abyss cares not how or why you get in the way. It is unfeeling and unbiased. All it knows is destruction.
And so too will Alex Scott. The collection of souls speaks for itself. Vebbins. Mazy. Nash. You will be far from the most notable, most acclaimed, most dangerous name added to the list. It’ll be just another Monday. You aren’t a star. You’re a statistic. And it’s high time someone dropped you from the nest.
Oh, but that’s far from the worst of it.
Ding.
Ding.
Ding.
Ding.
VOID backs up against the wall, a look of primal fury on his face.
Four now. It draws nearer.
You see, The Abyss has waited so long, far before I joined the faith. It has bore witness to so many chances to rise and feast. Each time, it has chosen a champion. And now, it is my turn to take up the mantle.
You may ask, why do I sit here, in a cell? It is of my own accord. See, a wild, roaming monster is dangerous. However, the strategy is clear. Stay away, let it be, and you will survive. A monster in a cage is much more dangerous. When it’s in a cage, you can’t tell what it’s thinking. And it is given new purpose, a dire need for freedom. So I’ll sit here, in this padded cell, and wait.
The man who enters the lion cage is given mercy
But no such luck for the man who lets the lion out.
VOID rolls back and forth, softly singing “Cuckoo. Cuckoo. Cuckoo.”