The tentacle stopped abruptly, leaving Akira swinging upside down in the air like a caught fish. The grenade was still clutched in his hand, his grip iron-tight. Blood rushed to his head as he dangled, swaying slightly. The environment simmers, now revealing itself to be shrouded in black with neon green grid outlines and tentacles wrapped or lazily clinging to the high walls.
Blood rushes to his head as he struggles against the constriction, releasing a frustrated groan. His mind raced for a plan.
The bullet pierced his hand. Does that mean he resists gunpowder? A lot of it would still do decent damage, right?
The cognitive Goro turns its attention to Akira now, tilting its amused head at him.
“Oh, Akira,” it says, voice smooth and venomous, as though it knows exactly which buttons to press. ”You really shouldn’t have come here. Atleast...not without an appointment.”
“Maruki, what the fuck-!” He cries out at the cognition- not sure if this was some twisted version of the Maruki in his world who can just make him hallucinate into thinking this is supposed to be Goro Akechi. “This is supposed to be your shitty maze?! You are seriously doing this again!?”
The monster laughed, the sound a cruel echo of Goro’s voice. “This maze is far superior to anything that man could envision,” it said, tilting its head like a predator playing with its food. “And I see you, Akira Kurusu. Or should I say- subject Five?”
Akira froze. His breath hitched. “Who the hell is-"
The cognitive Akechi’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Oh, but you’re not him, are you? Not really.” It laughed again, a sound that made Akira’s stomach churn. The room shifted. Flickered. Revealing the walls of some facility in stainless steel, flickering to the cozy plaster walls with overhanging wooden beams of the Leblanc attic before ultimately shifting back to the neon-green grid walls from earlier. “You and Kou-nii must be treated. Both of you have suffered soooo much. Isn’t it time to rest and let me do the work with your memories?”
Grey eyes widen when he sees the tentacles unfurl. Wow, he’s hanging off upside down in some black void with a twin of Goro from another alternate universe who he was attempting to save. He feels very uncomfortable and he feels delirious with the sheer amount of tentacles this cognition seemed to have. This feels like the start of a very bad hentai manga.
There had to be something that kept Corvus here, right? The tape in that Goro's hand- was it his or Marukis?
“CORVUS!” he yelled, his voice cutting through the labyrinth’s oppressive silence. “THAT’S YOUR TAPE, RIGHT?!”
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The environment simmers, now revealing itself to be shrouded in black with neon green grid outlines and tentacles wrapped or lazily clinging to the high walls.
Blood rushes to his head as he struggles against the constriction, releasing a frustrated groan. His mind raced for a plan.
The bullet pierced his hand. Does that mean he resists gunpowder? A lot of it would still do decent damage, right?
The cognitive Goro turns its attention to Akira now, tilting its amused head at him.
“Oh, Akira,” it says, voice smooth and venomous, as though it knows exactly which buttons to press. ”You really shouldn’t have come here. Atleast...not without an appointment.”
“Maruki, what the fuck-!” He cries out at the cognition- not sure if this was some twisted version of the Maruki in his world who can just make him hallucinate into thinking this is supposed to be Goro Akechi. “This is supposed to be your shitty maze?! You are seriously doing this again!?”
The monster laughed, the sound a cruel echo of Goro’s voice. “This maze is far superior to anything that man could envision,” it said, tilting its head like a predator playing with its food. “And I see you, Akira Kurusu. Or should I say- subject Five?”
Akira froze. His breath hitched. “Who the hell is-"
The cognitive Akechi’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Oh, but you’re not him, are you? Not really.” It laughed again, a sound that made Akira’s stomach churn. The room shifted. Flickered. Revealing the walls of some facility in stainless steel, flickering to the cozy plaster walls with overhanging wooden beams of the Leblanc attic before ultimately shifting back to the neon-green grid walls from earlier. “You and Kou-nii must be treated. Both of you have suffered soooo much. Isn’t it time to rest and let me do the work with your memories?”
Grey eyes widen when he sees the tentacles unfurl. Wow, he’s hanging off upside down in some black void with a twin of Goro from another alternate universe who he was attempting to save. He feels very uncomfortable and he feels delirious with the sheer amount of tentacles this cognition seemed to have. This feels like the start of a very bad hentai manga.
There had to be something that kept Corvus here, right? The tape in that Goro's hand- was it his or Marukis?
“CORVUS!” he yelled, his voice cutting through the labyrinth’s oppressive silence. “THAT’S YOUR TAPE, RIGHT?!”