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Fontaine
Legacy Name: Fontaine


The Nightmare Wyllop
Owner: GENGAR

Age: 10 years, 6 months, 1 week

Born: May 22nd, 2010

Adopted: 9 years, 6 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: May 16th, 2011


Pet Spotlight Winner
November 18th

Statistics


  • Level: 2
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


WOULD YOU KINDLY


You're so tired. You've been running around for hours, chasing Splicers, chasing Big Daddies, chasing little fucking girls and you are so tired. It's automatic, falling down against a window and letting your head bump into the glass, chest hardly rising with your shallow breaths. Your wrench clatters to the ground, grip loosened as you just relax. There's no way you can keep going at this pace: you can feel your body burning itself up from the inside, all these plasmids and the cuts and bruises and gouges from fighting taking a toll on you.

The radio crackles at your hip. As automatic as slumping down was, you raise the walkie to your mouth and speak. "Yes, Atlas?"

There's silence for a moment before the easy breathing of the man you're aiding, the one whose lost his family to everything. There's the faint sound of fingers drumming on some solid surface and then he begins to speak.

"Oh, boyo. What's the matter? You look exhausted. Haven't you been eatin'? Drinkin'? Surely there's been health down in those slums for you. Come on, Jack. On your feet."

You want to stand so bad, but you're so, so tired. Your eyelids are drooping, head tilting forward as exhaustion starts to wrap her soft, warm arms around you. Or maybe it's the blood loss. One or the other.

"Boyo, I said, would you kindly get on your feet and keep yourself from dying? I need you to keep moving."

It's automatic. You stand, you sling the radio back into your belt loop, you grab your wrench, and you walk. Your legs burn as your feet hit dull, cracked marble. You need to stay alive. You need to find food that isn't completely rotten, you need to find water that isn't putrid, you need to find health. You need to stay alive.

Atlas said so.
somewhere beyond the sea
somewhere waiting for me
my lover stands on golden sands
and watches the ships that go sailin'


profile by Jodie
story by me, GENGAR
character, world, idea, etc, belong to irrational games
Owner: GENGAR - - The Nightmare Wyllop

Pet Treasure


Scalpel of Doom

Skitters Favorite Needle

Stained White Nitrile Gloves

Skitters Favorite Needle

Heavy Duty Theatrical Concealer

None Too Clean Scalpel

Absinthe

Shot of Vodka

Black Broken Bottle

Oddly Ornate Revolver

Elegant Brass Pocket Watch

Wild Bunny Mask

Forgemaster Voltaic Shoulder Guard

Deep Sea Drill

Rusted Crescent Wrench

Busted Light Wreckage

Belted Glass Drinking Flask

Green Bottled Butterfly

Butterfly Wings

Empty Vial

Pet Friends