Title: Sunny In Cleveland, Part 7: Just Following Orders Author: Fuckasaurus_Fuck Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/7yWcASP6 First Edit: Saturday 22nd of September 2012 09:55:50 PM CDT Last Edit: Saturday 22nd of September 2012 09:55:50 PM CDT >You are Marcus, and right now you've got a few problems >1: You are trapped in Spaghetti Land >2: The military's about to blow the place to hell >3: The entire park is rigged with C4 >You've had better days, but you're somewhat confident help is on the way >You had Jen call Anon while you checked for a way out >You found a door leading God knows where, and told Anon to spread the word about the explosives "Hopefully that'll stop the army from blowing the place to hell..." "What if we don't make it...?" "Come on, why all the negativity?" "...it's just...even if we DO get out of the park, the entire city's overrun." "Yeah. What about it?" "You're not worried?" >You think for a moment "Hey, Sunsplash. You think Daddy can get us out, right?" "Das wight! Daddeh wiww get Sunspwas an Jeniffuw out Sketti Wand!" >Jen laughs "Alright, Marcus. Lead on." >The three of you walk through the door >You're in another tunnel system, but this one's smaller than the last >Plus the lights work >There's only a few passages, most of which are lined with C4 "Jen, any idea where we are?" "No...they never let employees into this part of the park...if that's even where we are." >You walk for just a few minutes, but you're definitely not under the park now >You finally come to a door with a small sign on it "HASBRO BIOTOYS: EMPLOYEES ONLY" "Hasbro...? Were you guys working with them?" "No...Spaghetti Land was entirely independent of Hasbro." "Then why are they connected...?" >You open the door and are greeted by a flight of stairs >You climb them and discover that you're in Hasbro Biotoys' Cleveland Headquarters >It's deserted "Damn...everyone's already evacuated..." "Marcus, over here." >You head over to where Jen called you from >There are rows upon rows of open cages "What do you think they are?" "They look almost like fluffy cages..." "You think they took the fluffies with them?" "Doubt it...I may or may not have had something to do with them becoming obsolete." "Wait...what do you mean?" >You take Sunsplash's 'sweater' off "Oh my God, Marcus...that's- "An Alicorn. The first one I ever bred." "So you're the guy who started that..." "Yeah. But there's bigger things to worry about now." >You both split up >Jennifer checks the cages and labs >You check the offices >One in particular catches your interest >It seems to belong to someone important >You head inside and immediately notice that the walls are covered with Cleveland Indians merchandise >You boot up the computer and notice someone named "Arthur" is still logged in >You poke around the files a bit until one piques your interest >Its title? "Order 109" "Hey, Jen...I found something." "What is it? Can it help us?" "I don't know...it looks like some sort of code..." "You think it was for the fluffies?" "Definitely not. I've seen what their coding looks like. No way is it this complex." >The document appears to be the programming for one of Hasbro's products >While similar to a fluffy's, something is definitely off about it >You look around the office until you find a flash drive >You copy the document and take it with you "This might be useful later. Could lead to whoever planted those bombs." "So...what do we do now?" "We could try to go through the streets..." "...but, the fluffies..." "I don't see any other way we could escape." >Jennifer protests, but she eventually caves in >You head for the fire exit, which is wide open >The alarm isn't currently active, but there's no fluffies "Looks like the alarm scared everything away earlier." >You head into what looks like a warzone >There are fluffies, alive and dead, everywhere >The stench is unreal >Fires have broken out all over the city >There's even a few dead people laying in the street >Whether they suffocated under the fluffies or were killed in a riot, you don't want to know >Right now, you just want to get the hell out of here >You head down the street as far as you can before the wall of fluff halts your advance "Do you think we can get through?" "I don't wanna risk it...we'd probably be fine, but if I fell, Sun wouldn't stand a chance." "Where to, then?" >You look around and attempt to take stock of your surroundings "There!" >You spot a fire escape at the end of an alley >You all run, trying your damndest to avoid the sea of fluffies "Marcus, look. There's some fluffies in here." "Yeah, there's fluffies out THERE too." "But these ones aren't trying to get to Spaghetti Land." "Oh, holy fuck, you're right." >There are 4 white fluffies sitting at the end of the alley "Hope they're not cannibals..." "Well...they're not trying to eat us. That's good, right?" "I hope so..." >The fluffies stand up when they see you "Execoot owdah 109" "109...Marcus, isn't that the file you found at Hasbro?" "Yeah, but what-" >Before you can finish your sentence, the fluffies charge you >2 slam into your shins, and 2 slam into Jen's >Jen manages to stay standing, but you trip over one of the fluffies >As you topple over, you lose your grip on Sunsplash >She lands with a soft thud between the two groups of fluffies "Owwies!" "Sunsplash, you alright?" >You kick one of the fluffies away from you >You definitely hear a crack as it hits the wall "Fuzzy is bwoken. Ownah must buy new Fuzzy." "Fuzzies? What the fuck, Hasbro?" >The remaining three are circling Sunsplash "Daddeh! Hewp!" >You grab the nearest one and pick up a shard of glass from a dumpster >You quickly cut about 1/4 inch behind the eyes >This kills the Fuzzy >One of the remaining two is pressing its hooves to Sunsplash's throat "Oh, you just done FUCKED UP!" >You kick it and run directly after it >Just as it hits the wall, your foot hits its skull >Its brains splatter all over the bricks >The last remaining Fuzzy walks up to you "Owdah 109 dictates aww hoomins an fwuffies mus be kiwwed." "Really?" >It begins bucking at your shins >It may as well be throwing marshmallows at you >You give it a quick kick to the ribs >It immediately stands back up, not damaged enough to demand that you buy another "I was wondering what would break first..." >You lift the fuzzy above your head "...your spirit, or your body." >And slam it down onto your knee, tearing it clean in half "Really, Marcus?" "Sorry, couldn't resist." "Daddeh jus bwoke yoo, dummeh fwuffy!"