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Robert

Alone? The tire had never given thought to that fact. Had he always been alone? Robert pondered this for a moment as he stopped in front of the strangely dressed people in front of him. They were different than the rest; no fear or aggression. He figured he could spare them. Perhaps this was the end of his killing spree for the day. With no way to reply to the woman, Robert performed a 180 degree turn and rolled from her. He’d be going on a long journey. One where he could figure out why he was alone… If only he could make it so far. As he rolled over some grass, he felt himself getting drowsy. It had been long since he had rested, and concentrating on bursting heads took a lot of energy. After a few wobbles, the tire fell to its side.


Yusuke

Yusuke only smirked at Floyd’s replies. He was starting to like the guy, and he hadn’t even fought him yet. Either way, he seemed like good person at heart so far. When the explosion went off in the distance, Yusuke looked toward it with a smile of opportunity. When Floyd insisted he follow him, Yusuke could only raise a brow.

“Yeah, right…” Yusuke said as he headed off in a different direction. After Floyd had shot at Big Head, he’d notice that Yusuke wasn’t behind him to help. “SPIRIT GUN!” Yusuke yelled from as he appeared jumping off of a rooftop above Big Head. The blast of spirit energy shot forth from his index finger and came crashing down toward Big Head.


Somewhere...

Hours later, I wake up in a daze. All I can really tell is that I’m seated and in a fairly dim room or area. In front of me is figure sitting as well. “What the fuck?” Is what I wanted to say, but all that escaped my mouth was a mumble as I noticed something heavy on and around my head. It almost felt like a football helmet, but, it weighed more and was less comfortable. I couldn’t even speak with it on. Trying to move was a hassle as well. My arms seemed to have been duck taped to the thin wooden arms of the chair I was seated in. As my drowsiness faded, my vision became more precise and I could see that the figure seated across from me was nothing more than a mannequin with an awfully familiar headpiece on. My eyes widened before a bright light flashed adjacent from me. It was an old television set, and on the screen was that creepy puppet looking guy from the SAW movies. “Mmmm! Mmmmm!” I let out as I wanted to believe this was a prank, until I heard the puppet utter the words I was wishing he wouldn’t say.

“Hello, Michael. I want to play a game.” The puppet said in its deep eerie voice.