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Assistant: Title: SCP-666: "Hazbin"
        Author: WebHead_11 WebHead_11 
        Chapter: 60/60 
        Summary: Hell. Hell is real. And now I'm trapped here with hundreds of bloodthirsty demons, and even more bloodthirsty SCP's that I used to help contain. Oh well, it could be worst I guess, I still have friends, legendary researchers from the foundation, and a quate little hotel run by a certian princess of hell.Maybe it won't be so bad after all.
        Contents: Chapter 60: Bombs and a memory loss patient.
    

    

        
          
          
            Kevin's day as an amnesia pateint just keep getting worse and worse. Song used in this chapter: "You are my sunshine"Link: https://youtu.be/uqvfbIuJd6Y?si=RiJ8aC-JFS4KkBAw
          
        

      
        
          "Are memories really worth all this cr@p?"
            
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    Kevin POV
  
 “Gaah!” I let out a startled scream as I nearly fell backwards off a building, ready to fall to my death in a random-ass alleyway.
  
    GRIP!
  
Only to be saved by my one-eyed sleep paralysis demon, as she grabs on tightly to my outstretched arm.“Oh, you ain’t dyin’ on me this early, b@tch! It’s still only ya first getaway!” She smiles devilishly at me.“I DON’T LIKE WHAT YOU'RE IMPLYING THEIR!!”“Hmm, get used ta it!” She celebrates, before pulling me towards her with her barbaric strength and—“Go long!”
  
    YEET!
  
“YAAAA– YOU SON OF A B@TCH!” I scream as Cherri Bomb throws me high up into the sky and onto the roof of a nearby high-rise; the force with which I was chucked through the air nearly makes me lose my red demon mask and assault rifle I had strapped around my chest. I was also forced to hold onto the duffel bag that I had wrapped around me, out of fear that it would tear off.“Heh, TAKES ONE TA KNOW ONE!” She screams back in jovialness before I lose complete sight of her and roll against the gravel on the top of the building.“Ugh.” I mutter as I begin to rise to my feet from the ground.“Gahh… ouch, t-that… that hurt–” I freeze as I see a familiar face crouched down in the corner of the roof, staring at me with his two large eyes as he furiously scribbles something down on his notepad, illuminated by the angler fish light he has connected to his head. As soon as he notices I see him, he stops… and just waves. “... What the f@ck are you still doing here, Baxter?” I ask incredulously as I slide up against the wall next to him. “I thought you went back to your lab already.”He rolls his eyes. “You think I want to be here in an active war zone with you and the cyclops? Pahh, a foolish conclusion to come to in regards to my brilliance!”“... Ok… So, why are you here then?”He sighs indignantly. “For you, obviously.” He admits, before going down to scribble on his notepad once more. “Believe it or not, but amnesia is a pretty f@ck@ng hard thing to cure down here, especially when I'm cooped up in a lab with no access to test on you, since the cyclops insists on bringing you with her to these active war zones! Thus, I have decided the best way to cure your amnesia is to stalk you.”… Blink Blink.“Look, im flattered, but I'm really not into fish people—”“WE BOTH KNOW THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT, YOU JACKASS!” He complains before clearing his throat. “I mean, to be clear, I still don’t know what exactly caused your amnesia or sudden loss of memory, so I have no real lead to go on besides the clothes on your back and your name. So I did some digging and found nothing about a group calling themselves SCP or whatever was written on your uniform. If I had to guess, they’re, like you, also from the human world, meaning I’ll find no leads for them down here.”He shakes his head, “Though I will admit finding nothing about this organization was a little strange considering I’m almost positive some of this group's members probably ended up down here after they died, but I digress. Regardless, I figured the best solution was to observe your behavior and see if we can find any sort of object or phrase or whatever that shocks your system, potentially allowing you to recall things you thought you had forgotten. At least, that's the only solution I have for your problem at this current moment.”I sigh as I lean back harder against the roof. “It’s never just easy, is it?”A shark-like grin appears on the anglerfish demon's face. “Few things in life are, but that's what makes them all the more exhilarating when you finally discover the solution you're searching for! Only after your blood , sweat, and tears have been spilt can you truly change the world! HAH, I love the scientific theory!”“... D@mn, get a hobby, bro.”He turns to me with obvious offense. “YOU SHAN'T TALK TO THE GREAT BAXTER THAT–”
  
    BAM!
  
“Baxy, buddy! Good to see ya again!”Baxter flinches at the sudden voice before slowly turning around and seeing what is probably also his worst nightmare. A smiling Cherri Bomb.“... F@ck me–”“SHHH!”Cherri immediately shushes the anglerfish as she drops down, crouching with us in the room. She also aggressively placed her hand against Baxter's mouth, forcefully shutting him up, much to the mad genius’s annoyance.Before he has a chance to rebut, a collection of voices sounds out from the building we had just jumped from.“Sh@t, where did those b@st@rds go!” A gruff voice sounds out, annoyed, before being followed by another, equally annoyed voice. “F@ck, if we don’t get the money back soon, the boss is going to have our f@ck@ng heads!”“Argh—come on, let’s get off this d@mned roof.” The first voice chimes back on, sounding tired. “There's no way they got onto the next building, meaning they probably jumped down to run on foot. If we go now, we can still catch them!”I release a sigh of relief, glad to finally hear some good news in this sh@t-show of a situation. Finally, no more ru–“Aww, well that ain’t no fun!” Cherri whines out loud before allowing a large grin to surface upon her face and—
  ‘Oh… oh no.’
My fears intensify as I watch Cherri—that fffffffff@ck@ng b@tch—slowly lift up one of her many large circular bombs, the fuse already lit, burning away at the line of rope, like it was taunting me.Panicked, I stare daggers at her through the mask. “Cherri, no!” I whisper aggressively at the b@tch, only for her to look cockily at me.“Cherri, yes!” She replied back, wiggling the bomb in her hand. I try to reach for it, only for her to move it just out of my grasp whenever I reach for it. “Come on, Kev! Where’s your adventurous spirit?”“I misplaced it alongside my g@dd@mn memories; now put that f@ck@ng thing out!” I continue whispering aggressively, not wanting the loan sharks down below to hear us speaking. “Just f@cking put it out!”“Hmm…” She mimes a thinking motion with her hands before turning once more with a shark-toothed grin. “Make me.”“Pff—you son of a– give it to me!” I whisper in desperation as I continue to try and swipe the blasted explosion out of her hands, all while she skillfully keeps it just out of reach, mocking me as she even points her tongue towards me to further antagonize.I look to Baxter for help, only to find him shaking his head. “You're on your own, kid. The great Baxter isn’t going to muddy his hands by wrestling with the uncivilized cyclops… not again.” He finished with a thousand-yard stare, untold trauma hidden beneath their gaze.Cherri chuckles at that. “Aw, come on, fish breath! I thought ya liked my rougher side!”“I like it when I can actually feel my side, thank you very much!” Baxter exclaims with an annoyed huff before returning to writing on his notepad.“Ack, you’re no hel– SURPRISE ATTACK!” I whisper aggressively as I swipe for the bomb when she wasn't expecting it. Surprisingly, I actually managed to catch the hyperactive cyclops off guard as my palm connected with the side of the bomb—
  
    Ting
  
… Only for me to not get a proper grip on the thing, as it… flies off before falling down the side of the building.
  ... Oh no.

  
    Ting… tang…Tin–
  

  
    Clang!
  
“Huh? Hey, what the f@ck is this thi–”
  
    BOOM!
  
A massive explosion echoed outwards as I felt the wind and heat kicked off from the explosion aggressively assaulting my back.… I slowly turn to Cherri, staring daggers as she gives me that ANNOYING AS HELL side-eye.“Hah, I knew ya aint good with your hands, butterfingers.” She mocks.“... Shut up–”“OH MY LUCIFER! THEY JUST KILLED F@CK@NG JERRY! AH, LUCIFER, HE’S F@CK@NG EVERYWHERE!”“IT CAME FROM THE ROOF! LET’S HURRY! THEY CAN’T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!”“You can't keep getting away with this!” I scream in unison with the random grunt at Cherri, grabbing hold of the hem of her outfit and shaking her back and forth aggressively. “Don’t get me wrong, I love tempting death, but I'm starting to think you have an actual death wish!”She shrugs, unconcerned. “Meh, so what! Not like they can kill me anyways!”“NOT ALL OF US CAN COME BACK FROM THE F@CK@NG DEAD, JACKASS!!!” I continue whispering aggressively before swiping my hand in front of myself in an angry motion. “Human, remember?!”Her eyes widened lazily, as if in a bored realization. “Oh yeaaaaaa—Hehe, forgot about that! Man, that blows for you!”I slam my hand against my mask. “Ugh, you’re infuriating!”“F@ck yeah, that’s what I’m goin’ for!” She celebrates before standing up, reaching into her pockets, and pulling out a handful of other, admittedly smaller, bombs. These ones were smooth red b@lls, barely the size of cherries. Looking at them, I recognize that they are the new bombs made by Baxter using his ‘advanced formula’ or whatever. She turns and looks over the edge, a devilish smirk caressing her face as she does. “Don’t worry, I got these b@tch@s handled! You just take yourselves and, more importantly, my money back to base!”My eyes wrinkle in concern as I look to the women. “Are you sure? You’ll be fine?”“Hah, now look who’s gone and f@ck@n’ grown a heart on me!” She teases as she steps up to the ledge of the building.“Wha-thats not–”“Whatever ya say, lover boy. Now get goin’! Otherwise we go back to my ‘method’ of getting your memories back!” She threatens, as a dangerous chill slithers down my spine as I remember the horror from naught but a few days ago.“Y-you wouldn’t dare.” I stutter back, only for her to laugh out loud.“Hah, try me!” Was all she said before jumping backwards off the building and—“Sup, m@th@rf@ck@rs!”“Uhh– OH SH@T–”
  BOOM– BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM!!!
“... How the hell did I end up in this situation?” I find myself asking once more, my voice almost completely overshadowed by the onslaught of explosions caused by… her.“Want my advice? Stop thinking about it. It only makes everything even more nonsensical.” Baxter gave me his words of encouragement(?) before flipping on his heel. “Now come on, let's get going. As much as I would love to examine the effect on your mind during Cherri’s ‘method,’ I would much rather only be dealing with amnesia instead of that and a sudden loss of sanity and will to live.”… GULP.Deciding to heed the fish’s warnings, I turned around and prepared to leave. Before I do so, I spare one last glance over to the edge of the building before ferociously shaking my head. They’ll be fine, he knows she’ll be. She’s Cherri, after all! The woman who he saw outdrink three demons who were each five times her size, who won an arm wrestle against a man called the Masterbaiter, f@ck@ng beat a demon made out of water to death with nothing but a block of ice!And yet, some part of him still irks at the thought of leaving her behind like this, despite knowing she’ll be fine, as she has reassured me she would be multiple times already.It’s like… I’m scared of losing her. But… but why?“Hey, are you coming, or will I be forced to drag you away using one of my many groundbreaking and remarkable concoctions?” Baxter’s voice broke through the veil that was forming around my mind, drawing my attention over to him. Seeing this… I chuckle, tearing my gaze away from the roof's edge and running over to him as I made sure the duffle bag and assault rifle slung around my shoulder were both secure. I give him an amused eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What’s this so-called ‘concoction’ called? Chloroform?”“Pfft, of course not!” The mad scientist quickly exclaims as he crosses his arms and looks away, insulted. “... It's Cyanide. Duh.”“Heh, well, sorry for being so misinformed.” I feigned an apology, to which the mad scientist gave a large, cocky smile back at me, as he didn't catch the sarcasm in my voice. He looked as if he were about to say something, so I cut him off by continuing to speak. “Alright, let’s get moving!” I proclaim, before taking a running start and jumping to the next rooftop, this one is equal in height to where we are currently standing, making the jump laughably easy.We continue moving, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, all the while continuing to hear the cacophony of explosions that continue sounding off from behind us, which over time eventually got quieter and quieter from the sheer distance we’ve put between them.I can’t help but look back once more; some small part of me still worries over Cherri as I want to make sure she’ll be ok.“Pfft, still worried for the psychotic cyclops?” Baxter asks, seemingly noticing the concern that once more cakes my face. He gave a smirk, stopping temporarily on one of the more broken-down rooftops, a large alleyway separating us from the next roof on our journey. “I don’t get what you're so worried about. Even if she does die, big whoop, she’ll be back tomorrow with even more reason to kick our collective @ss@s.”“I… I know that, but… It’s… weird.” I struggle to form a sentence, much to Baxter’s amusement as he stands on the edge of the roof, the large trash-filled alleyway behind him. “I guess… I'm not really used to people just… dying and coming back.” I admit, scratching my shoulder as I turn to the scientist. “It’s… just weird, ok? I may not remember much, but… I remember… fearing death. At first I thought it was like… the normal amount of fear? A-and we’re in Hell! Of course I’m going to be terrified of all that sh@t! But now… I don't know, it just feels… different.”“Hmm… Well, I can’t say I'm really surprised.” Baxter adds on after a second of contemplation, causing me to look at him as he continues to rock back and forth on the edge of the old and rotting building. “Even barring humanity’s ordinary fear of death, which really just plays into the fear of the unknown most of the time, it makes sense that the first thing you remember regards your fears.”“My… fears?” I ask as the doctor nods along.“Yeah. Regardless of what your mind may have forgotten, the rest of your body is too used to acting on these impulses to completely remove the most fundamental aspects of yourself.” The doctor explains before turning to me. “For example, the reason you still know how to fight is entirely based on your instincts, as your muscle memory recalls what you’ve been presumably trained for. Fears are no different, as you're so used to feeling terrified when dealing with your phobia that your body's natural fight or flight instincts kick in, still knowing what you fear despite knowing why you fear it… At least, that is the absolute dumbest way I could've put it while allowing someone like you to follow along with me, so I hope you got all that.”I raise an eyebrow slightly, amazed by the doctor's explanation as I stare at my own hand, pondering what he just said.Was I… afraid of death that much before this? Why? What… What happened to me?“Y-yea, I think I get it.” I respond before giving him a large, goofy smile. “Thanks again, doc! Make sure to bill me for the time!”Baxter rolls his eyes, shifting his feet uncomfortably once more against the concrete beneath his feet. “Grr, I told you already, I’m not ‘just a doctor,’ I am the great mad scientist, Baxt–”
  
    CRACK…
  
… The great mad scientist in question freezes as his eyes widen at the sound. I look around confused too, hearing the cracking—
  
    CRACK– CREE!
  
‘There it is again? What is—’ My eyes widen in realization as I stare toward the fear-stricken Baxter, who hasn't moved from his spot, his eyes glued to the floor beneath him.As the cracks beneath his feet began to grow with each tauntingly horrifying tune from the creaking stone.I raise my hands slowly, trying to reassure the fish demon. “B-Baxter, don’t move a muscle—”
  
    CRACK–CREEE–CROOOOON!!!
  
“D@MN IT, NEVERMIND, MOVE BEFORE—”
  
    SNAP!
  
“RUN!” I scream to Baxter, who immediately followed my advice and runs toward me, as I hear the final bit of tension from the stone give way, failing against gravity and its own state of disrepair, as all the stone his feet immediately began to give way and—
  
    —CRASH— 
  
Against the ground of the alleyway!Baxter runs as fast as he can as the cracks continue to spread toward us! He breathes heavily as he runs, but, unfortunately, he just isn't fast enough, as the collapsing portion of the building catches up to him. He trips on air as the ground around him shifts, causing him to fall.“WO– AHHH!” He screams as he plunges into the earth, being dragged down by the loose stones and debris—
  
    CLUTCH!
  
Only to find himself suspended in mid-air, as I finally managed to get to the newly made edge of the building and wrap my arm around him to stop him from falling.“AHh—Wha-whatever you do, don’t let me go! Even at the cost of your own life!”“Grr—thanks for the encouragement!” I say through clenched teeth, as I begin to pull him up, and—
  
    CRACK
  
My eyes open like dinner plates as I see the ground beneath me was starting to crack as well, threatening to fall any second and forcing me to join Baxter in his near descent into the sharp rubble. I could tell that I couldn’t lift Baxter up on the roof in time. I don’t know why I know that; I just do. A gut feeling, probably relating to all the memories I’ve forgotten, like Baxter had just explained.
  ‘Still, there has to be something I can do. At this rate’…
I freeze, spotting the alleyway that Baxter just barely avoided falling into. It was filthy, filled with grime and trash, with a large pile of trash bags focused and stacked in a large pile near the center right ahead of us.As I see it, an idea comes to my mind. An extremely stupid idea.
  ‘So stupid that it just might work.’

  
    CRACK— SHIFT!
  
Sh@t, there’s no time!“I’m going to jump on three!”“Well, there’s a smart idea—I’M SORRY, YOU’RE DOING F@CK@NG WHAT?!?!” Baxter blurted out as the stone beneath me continued to cave in and threaten total collapse.“I don’t have time to explain—one—”“W-wait, hold on, you can’t just—”“—Two—”“F@CK@NG WAIT A SECOND, YOU SUICIDAL CUN—”“-THREE!”I jump with all my might, still holding onto Baxter's hand as we go soaring through the air together, just as the portion of the building I was standing on finally gives way to its age, collapsing once more and crashing onto the earth.As we fall, Baxter screams bl@@dy murder, saying things like ‘I’m even worse than Cherri’ or stuff like ‘Oh god, I’m too smart to die!’ And all that.‘Note to self, Baxter screams like a b@tch.’ I think internally as I feel gravity finally beginning to catch up to the two of us, dragging us down to the ground.As it does, I flip midair and change the orientation of me and Baxter, wrapping his comparatively smaller fish body in my arms as I hold him to my chest, letting my back fall first as we get dragged down.As we do, I hold on tight, praying to all that is holy that I didn’t miscalculate the jump and we land where I aimed for.My eyes tighten as I await the expectedly painful impact. We were barely in the air for five seconds, yet those seconds felt like they dragged on for hours as I tensed my muscles.Until finally—
  
    CRASH!
  
… the world went dark.The world shifted around me.
  I felt… I felt.

  … nothing.

  …

  …

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  …

  … 
  
    You are my sunshine.
  

  
    My only sunshine.
  
 
  They sang.
 
  
    You make me happy.
  

  
    When times are grey.
  
 
  Like an angel, her melody filled the air.
 
  
    You’ll never know, dears.
  

  
    How much I love you.
  
 
  She leans down, a smile warmly planted on her face. Her face was caked in a bright light as she stared at me with such… love. Such warmth.
 
  
    Please don’t take… My sunshine… 
  
 
  Their face retreated… overtaken by the light.
 
  
    …away……
  
 
  And… they were gone.

  …

  …

  …

  … “Kevin… Kevin!”

  “Huh?” My eyes widen as shock enters my system like a drug, the loud noise rocketing my back to consciousness.

  I blink, wiping sand out of my eyes. Where was I again?

  “Kevin. Stand at attention!” The same loud and obnoxious voice from before spoke up, causing me to stare at the source. That being a large man with a massive scar running down the side of his face and over his eye. He had a gruff beard that looked as though it hadn’t been trimmed in months. His muscles threatened to bulge out from the military uniform he was wearing.

  Wait… no, not military. I’m not in the military anymore.

  That was a foundation security guard uniform.

  “Wake up, maggot! You’re late!” They scream again, forcing me to realize the position I was in, as my own eyes widen in shock as I notice myself still in my bed in the barracks. 

  “O-ahh, sh@t!” I quickly exclaim, pushing myself aggressively out of my bed.

  
    BAM!
  

  
    … 
  
  and inadvertently falling to the floor in the process.

  My back hurt from the fall, but I recovered almost immediately and stood at attention nervously, trying my best to look serious despite the fact that I wasn’t wearing a shirt at the moment.

  My superior scoffs at me, examining the shameful display as I begin sweating bullets. After a moment, he just scoffs. 

  “I’ll never understand how half-wits like you manage to get a position like this.” He spoke to me, causing a rise of shame in my chest. D@mn, I haven't even worked here for a couple of months, and my superior already hates my guts. 

  “For God's sake, at least try to be like your sister. Unlike you, they're actually worth a d@mn here.” The man mutters before turning around and leaving, stopping by the entrance to the barracks. “Report to exit D by 0900, or else I’ll make sure you're transferred to site 19 instead.”

  A small chill runs up my spine. Site-19? That’s basically a nightmare location for security guards. 

  So with haste, I quickly rush to put on my information, not even caring to shower or do anything past the bare minimum of what is expected. Not because I don’t usually, but because I’m afraid if I’m even a second late that my head will be the newest inclusion on Ferdinand the cannibal’s dinner menu, courtesy of my superior officer.

  So, like the wind, I rush myself getting ready, silently cursing myself for sleeping in. 

  With not much time to spare, I manage to exit the barracks and speed-walk my way down the nicely sanitized walls.

  Not long after I made it to the exit of the site, awkwardly shifting as I noticed a collection of other security guards standing at attention, awaiting their orders as I notice an armada of heavily armored military trucks appear over the distant hills, heading in our direction.

  I sigh in relief. I’m safe—

  “Well, look what the f@ck@ng cat dragged in!” A playfully feminine voice sounded out from behind me, a voice that I immediately recognized. “Hah! And here I thought you were chickening out on us again, Kev! What, too scared of the big bad Abel to transfer to Area 25?”

  ‘Well, safe from my superior officer at least.’ I joke internally before turning around, a smile plastered on my face as I look towards the voice, who stood there with a familiar cocky grin, hands resting on her hips confidently.

  My smile widens awkwardly. “What can I say? I guess I’m just—”
“…Kevin!”
  “… huh?” I look around, as an unfamiliar(?). “Who said that—”
“Kevin!”
  I turn to the girl. “Hey, did you hear—”

  They were gone.

  “W-what?”
“KEVIN!”
  They were gone. They were all gone! Again, THEY WERE GONE AGAIN!
“KEVIN!!!”
  Sh@t sh@t sh@t sh@t, please— PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN! NOT AGAI—

  
    “KEVIN!!!!”
  

  
    SLAP!
  

  
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“… Kevin?”“Ugh…” I mutter as I feel a beating pain against my back, feeling as though it’s become Swiss cheese. I also felt a weird sting against my cheek, feeling the slightest bit more recent than my back injury. “F@ck… ack, w-what happened?”“You were a brainless, stupid, and altogether reckless barbarian.” I hear Baxter's voice chastise me as I rise from the floor. What happened—‘Oh… that’s right.’ I realize as I stare at the pile of trash I landed on. Looking up, I notice the collapsed building, with a very annoyed-looking fish staring down at me.“Tch, seriously, what were you thinking?” I hear the fish person speak up as he extends a hand out, gripping my wrist and pulling me out of the pile of surprisingly soft trash bags with a heave. “With a fall like this, you could have easily died! You’re f@ck@ng lucky that these bags didn’t have anything sharp in them.” I chuckle a bit at this, immediately regretting it as I feel pain heave through my now probably broken rib from the action. “Gahh, sh@t.”Baxter rolls his eyes at my plight. “And what makes it even worse is that you tried to f@ck@ng protect me! I mean, seriously, why the f@ck would you do something so stupid! You should’ve just let me go!”I raise an eyebrow at the man’s outburst, as confusion swells within me. “Stupid? I just tried to make sure you couldn’t get hur—”“Which was stupid! Sinner, remember?” Baxter says, pointing to himself knowingly. “It’ll hurt like sh@t, but I won’t die; I’ll come back. You, on the other hand, will only come back as a f@ck@ng sinner yourself!”“… oh… right.” I mutter, embarrassed, realizing that I kind of acted without thinking to take the brunt of the fall. “Um… w-well, at least I still have someone to talk to.”“… tch, stupid.” They say with surprising softness, turning their back to me… before reluctantly letting two words leave their mouth. “Still… thank you.”My embarrassment immediately vanishes as a smile blooms on my face. “No problem! Happy to help!”As I say that, however, I begin to recall what it was I just… remembered? Recalled? I… don’t know.“Hmm? What’s on your mind all of a sudden, Mr. Selfless?” Baxter asks, knocking me from my stupor and forcing my attention back over towards him. “O-oh, it’s nothing—”“Usually when people say ‘it’s nothing,’ they’re usually lying.” Baxter calls me out, causing me to flinch slightly in embarrassment. He sighs before cracking his neck and looking over at me. “Well, out with it then. What’s wrong?”“I… I think I—and I could be completely wrong about this, keep in mind. But… I think I… remembered something.” I finally admit, causing Baxter to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.“Oh? And what would this ‘something’ entail?”“… singing.”Baxter… blinks, confused by that. “I beg your pardon?”“I… heard someone singing. A… a woman! It was, um… it was this song, something about sunshine and taking it away!”“… well, that sounds happy.” He speaks sarcastically before letting me continue, but not before pulling out his small notepad and beginning to write, presumably about what I was explaining to him.“A-and then after that, I was… in a bed, waking up! And there was this… man— older man there, staring at me! Calling me useless and pathetic and stuff like that!”“… you know, that sounds like a problem for your therapist—”“AND THEN, I ended up walking through this… place! A-and people were wearing these uniforms—the same one I was wearing when I got here! I went outside with a bunch of them, and then… someone else showed up.”Baxter once again raises an eyebrow as he continues writing. “Someone else? Any more context than that, or will you be adamant on staying a mysterious b@tch?”“I… I’m not sure.” I admit, scratching my head as I try desperately to remember. “They… their face was… wasn’t there. N-not like it was actually missing, but like I couldn’t recall it at all! Though… they were definitely important. I… I could feel it in me that they were.” I clutch my outfit over where my heart would be, contemplating it all in silence.That silence was eventually broken, however, as Baxter clicked his pen and stuffed his notepad and writing utensil back in his lab coat.“Well, my friend, it sounds like you’ve caught the classic case of ‘hitting your head hard enough to recover partially from amnesia’-itis.” He explains as he scratches his chin. “This is… peculiar. And you only remembered this after falling from a large height… hmm, perhaps there is more merit in Cherri’s attempts to cure you than I first considered.”A shiver runs through my spine at his words, as I remember the… ‘doctor visits’ with that one-eyed demon.“I… really don’t think that's the case.” My eyes drooped, really hoping that Cherri wouldn't catch wind of this. If she does, her ‘workouts’ will find a way to get even worse.Baxter shrugs, seemingly just trusting me at the moment before shaking his head. “Regardless, we still need to get moving. In case you have forgotten, we are in a race against the clock to get back to your home homebase.” Baxter reminds me before grabbing a large duffle bag hidden behind some trash cans. I look at my back, realizing it must have come off during the fall. Regardless, he tosses a bag full of money at me, which I manage to grab with a heavy pout.“Cool, cool… Um, which way was home base again?” I ask, realizing I did not really know where we were. Looking to my left and right, I simply saw both sides of the alleyway split off into different alleyways, giving me no directions where to go. Thinking back, I can't even remember what the correct way was from when we were atop the rooftops.Still, Baxter raises his finger, as if to answer cockily. “Huu…. hmm.” He lowers it as a strange look crosses his face as he begins to look around. “U-um, we are… Um—W-we are to the right of… hmm…ahh, sh@t.”“... Are we lost?”“N-no, of course not! How could you possibly be lost when near the great and mad Baxter!” Baxter stutters in a vain attempt to sound confident before pointing to the left of the alleyway adamantly. “That is the way! F-follow me!” They announce before confidently walking down the left path.I just sigh, ‘He’s so full of sh@t.’ Still, it's not like there was really any better option, plus who am I to try and shatter this man's ego? So, I just shrug and follow the man along the alleyway. When we reached a fork going left and right, Baxter went left again confidently, as if he did actually know how to get out.
  ‘Huh, maybe we will get out of here soon after all!’
 “...Um… We can go… left.” “YOU’VE GONE LEFT THE LAST TWENTY TIMES!” I scream, an angry sweat beating down my skin as I breathe heavily, my fist shaking with anger. “We have been walking for THIRTY MINUTES! HOW ARE WE STILL IN THIS ALLEYWAY!?”“B-BECAUSE… u-um…” Baxter struggles to find a response to justify his recent actions… before pointing to the left way once more. “M-maybe just one more left—”“NO!” I cut him off as I began to get p@ss@d off. “I’m not taking another g@dd@mn left—you know what, I’m f@ck@ng going right!” I declare before turning and beginning to walk in that direction, much to Baxter’s shock and annoyance. Still, with an annoyed huff from his mouth, he followed angrily.“Don’t act so p@ss@d; you were the one that was following me.”I sigh at his comeback, ignoring it as I begin leading us through the seemingly endless maze of alleyways and trash. More than a couple of times I suggested that we try to climb, but Baxter wouldn't allow it, saying that in my current position it would be nearly impossible for me to get up anywhere without a ladder (which we haven't found yet, unfortunately.)Still, I lead the way regardless through this path.One turn.Two turns.Five turns.I begin sweating nervously as a cocky grin appears on Baxter's face as he takes more and more turns without finding a way out.“... Hmm, now who's bad at directions?” He mocks, causing me to groan.“Shut it, you anglerfish. You have a f@ck@ng light attached to your head! You don't have an excuse—”
  
    SQUISH…
  
I freeze as I feel something wet hit my shoe. I crunch up my face, a bad feeling building up in me as I reluctantly begin to look down at whatever it was…And immediately regret it, as I see a puddle of reddish liquid congealing on the floor beneath me, obviously at least a couple of days old.Looking ahead, I notice that blood originates from the next fork in the alleyway, a line of blood going left, as if a body had been dragged that way through the stone and trash.“H-hey, what's the… Oh, Lucifer.” Baxter mutters, as he too sees this. He leans down, observing the puddle of blood I stepped in. “Hmm, this doesn't seem too old. Maybe a couple of days at most.” He begins before standing up and turns around. “We should head back. Better to not get involved in whatever the hell's happening over there.”I nod at that, “Finally, something we can agree on.” I say quietly before turning, ready to head back and—“I told you, I met you damn ‘quota’ already. Exceeded it, even!”A sudden, gravelly voice hits my ear like a train. It was so rough that it even hurt my head, as I also noticed the hint of what appeared to be an accent. Australian, maybe?Still, I turn to the origin, seeing it was coming from the alleyway that me and Baxter had just refused to walk down.Baxter turns to me aggressively after noticing my hesitation, miming with his mouth and saying that we need to move now.I nod again, albeit a bit more reluctantly as my curiosity started taking over.Regardless, I began turning once more, my survival instincts still surpassing my need to sate my curiosity—“Yea, yea, don’t worry your @ss@s off. I already got the fifty so-called ‘foundation’ agents ya asked for. Hehe, I even hunted five more down for good measure!”
  ‘... Huh?’
I turned wide eyes again towards the alley as the distant speaking of what the man had just said entered my ears.Baxter looks at me annoyed once again before whispering aggressively at me. “What are you doing! Get movin–”“Foundation.” I mutter, much to the fish demon's confusion.“... What?”“Foundation… He said, Foundation agents…” I internalize, the memories of my so-called dream flooding back to me. “I… I think that I… was part of this foundation—it w-was in my dream! M-my superior said I was part of this ‘foundation’ and– and–”“And he doesn't seem very welcoming to you f@ck@rs; now let's get going!” Baxter once more suggests aggressively, trying desperately to get me to move, to leave.Realistically, I know I should. I would be safer; I wouldn't be at risk for dying, but… I just…“... No, I need to know.” I say resolved before turning my back to the sinner. “Go on ahead if you're scared, but… I need to know.”“Wha– that is so illogical—hey, come back here!” he whispers aggressively as I begin following the trail of blood. When I keep on moving, I hear him growl in annoyance before flinging his arms into the air. “Fine, it's your funeral, pal. Hope you're brought back as an ugly m@th@rf@ck@ng sinner!” He insults me quietly before leaving, not even caring that I was still holding onto Cherri’s stolen goods.A regretful moan leaves my lips as I hear him leave, but I continue moving forward anyways, following the voice.“Yep, a whole 55 bastards… How many did I see? Ehm, 56… Oh, that last one I let go. Made a deal with that crazy m@th@rf@ck@r that he can go if he makes me draw blood, and the bastard actually managed to do it! Ah, I was hoping the other cattle would be like him, but, sigh, unfortunately all the rest were spineless b@tch@s who can't even scream properly.” I hear the voice explain with a sort of demented cheerfulness in his voice. It disturbed me to no end to hear him say stuff like this, but I pushed through as I eventually made it to the corner. “Hmm, what's the matter? Ahh, it's just one lousy musician. He aint gonna cause trouble’ for ya!... Pfft, you think I care that you're gonna subtract my pay?... Reed Newsong was his name, by the way, and he was a s@n-@f-@-b@tch to fight, let me tell ya!”Reed Newsong… Why does that name ring a bell?“What? Heh, I didn’t think you suits was gonna be big babies about me only mortally injuring someone instead of killing them. But hey, tell ya what—”I carefully peek around the corner, trying to see who the speaker is and who they're talking to—
  My blood runs cold, and my jaw drops in shock as I stare ahead. Any plans I had to talk or try to reason with this speaker vanish in a mere fraction of a moment as I stare down this alley, as I see… Dozens… Dozens upon dozens of corpses hanging from the walls, well over fifty in total. Their arms were all spread out, nailed to the concrete behind them in some sick, demented game. It looked as though they were all crucified, as the blood dripping down from their many bodies ran down to the floor, building up what I can only describe as a massive pool of blood that colored the whole alleyway, which ended in a wall.

  What was worse was that all these heads, each and every one of them regardless of height… had their head completely missing, making the crucified corpses even bloodier, and it dribbled down from the topmost open wound.

  What was even more horrifying, however, were the massive open trash cans at the end of the hall. Their lids opened, revealing… revealing.

  I had to stop myself from throwing up, as each of these trash cans was filled to the brim with heads… 
  
    human heads!
  

  Each and every one of their faces frozen in fear, unmoving. This… it wasn't real; it can't be real!
“--Tell ya what, I’ll increase that number back up ta 56 right now, just for ya!” I hear the voice speaking again, drawing my attention from the horror that was this alley to the horror that was the creature standing on its far end. A wooden bat littered with glowing white nails lightly beat the floor to his side as he used his other hand to lift a phone to his ear. His tongue was long and spiky, whipping around wildly wherever he spoke like a balloon, not looking real. His clothes were disheveled and covered in blood, along with his greying skin and white hair, which was covered by an equally white fedora of some kind.Then… slowly… they turn fully to face me as I see one. Singular. Eye.
  As it stared straight at me.
“Because it just so happens that a lost little lamb has wandered into the wolf's den… Call ya back when it's done.” He finishes before dropping the phone carelessly to his side and even stepping on it once it hits the floor.He looked at me, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.“Heh, howdy there, little lamb. Are ya lost?” He asks creepily, tongue beating at the air around him as he takes a couple of steps forward, the bottom of his legs getting soaked in blood in the process. “Don’t ya worry. Just let the big, bad wolf Izzi take care of ya!”Those were his final words, before–
  
    BAM! 
  
He shoots across the blood, barreling towards me!As he does, I quickly lift my gun in response, all the while having one thought in my mind.Why the fuck didn't I listen to Baxter?
  
    SLAM!
  

  
  

    
      
        
        
          Kevin: (skipping down a shady alley) Oh boy, I sure hope no big bad men come out and try to kill me!Izzi: (exists)Kevin: F*$@#%KYep! You know what time it is, time to bring back character that havent appeared in this story in over 20 chapters! WHOO, I... really made too many point of views, didnt I.           7-22Regardless, i hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, and the fact that we are FINALLY checking in with some of my actual personal favorite plot lines (for reasons I dont feel comfortable spoiling as of yet.) But still, did you all enjoy it? 10-17 Do you even remember who these character are? I'm very curious.Also, on a bit of a side not... Um... I don't know how to break this to you all but... Im taking a break-- PUT THOSE PITCHFORKS AWAY!13-5But seriously, life happens and there are other thinsg that need my fiull, undivided attention for the next couple weeks. It wont be a long break, just a two week one, meaning I will be back on May the 5th. Once again, I am genuinly so sorry, but I crunched the number and I wouldnt be able to give this story the attention it deserves over the next couple of weeks. So I hope you all will forgive me (though ill still be responding to comments, so dont worry about that).Anyways, once aghain I just want to say thabnks to everyone who leaves kudos, and just everyone who reads this story in general! You all are incredible, and you have no idea how thankful I am everyday that their are people out their who enjoy this story. So genuinly, from teh bottom of my heart, thank you. 34-8Whoo, that got emotional...cjc os cmlv.Anyways, drop a kudos if you enjoyed! Leave a comment if you have any questions, ideas, suggestions, jokes, or just reminders on certain elements of the story, and I hope you all have a EXPLOSIVE couple of weeks! Thanks for reading!'
User: I dont think this is the finale
User: I dont think this is the finale
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