[HH 1 vs 1] Bring Out Your Dead (Otto vs Alex)

[Bittiface]

With Tenya back in his mind where she belonged, things were starting to get back to normal for Otto. Odd nightmares here and there, panic attacks when he was alone, those were kind of new, but manageable. That's what being a hunter was all about: suffering.

One of the wonderful perks included Haunted House duty. Thanks to his nightmares, the horrible house was even more horrible. The short teenager tried not to let the spooky atmosphere throw off his game. Should he run into any monsters, he'd need to save face.

With his weapon summoned and at the ready, he patrolled the halls until he reached a rooom...

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Rolling a 3: ALL DAMAGE HAS NO MODIFIER (ie: you don't need to subtract -6 )

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Feel free to make up how the room looks <3 I got no good ideas ATM XD

 

[Seussi]

Apparently Alex just couldn't help himself. No matter how many times he went to the haunted house, no matter what the outcome, he just kept coming back for more. More punishment for himself, and more chances to take out his anger and frustrations on those that he deemed the cause of said problems. Hunters. Nearly useless waste-bags of flesh that he wanted nothing more then to sink his teeth into and tear apart slowly with his bare hands.

He slowly wandered the dusty halls and corridors, searching for that telltale flash of white and gold, or the scent of a human. As luck would have it, the haunted house always seemed to have at least one hunter patrolling it every single time he arrived. He hoped today he could continue to be as lucky.

Eventually, he stopped his shuffling, and sniffed at the air. Yes, there was definitely someone nearby. The smell of flesh, of heat, of life. A hunter, most likely. The zomboil continued his steady trek, rounding a corner just in time to see the hunter he was searching for disappear inside a room, and the zomboil picked up his normally slow pace to close in behind him, entering the room as well...

...If it could even really be called a room. It was more like just another narrow hallway, with just barely enough space to maneuver. The walls were lined with framed photographs, the ceiling hung low. No room to escape or hide. There might have been just enough room for them to circle each other, though even that looked like it would be a tight fit. There would be no dodging blows, here. Every hit would likely count for something.

"Excuse me." The zomboil growled, suddenly, from behind the hunter. "Were you by any chance looking for something? Maybe I could help you out." Still as filthy and bloodstained as ever, Alex was like a zombie straight out of a horror movie, and likely smelt just as badly as he looked.

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idk it's late, so this is as good as it gets from me at 1am XD

 

[Bittiface]

Otto didn't much like the room. It was barely a room at all. And just his luck, he heard shuffling of another body; and by the way Tenya was reacting, it was fear based. Otto turned to find a horrid looking zombie. Skin rotting, flesh missing, and a smell that made the minipet-poop mission smell like a field of flowers.

Great.. trapped in a room with a zombie.

"Naw. 'Sides.. Doubt you could help me with anythin'." He muttered with an incredulous look cast at the tall boil.  

[Bittiface]

HP: 50/50
Damage: 3

Close quarters. No way he could throw Tenya, so it looked like he'd have to wield the 6 foot boomerang like a club.

The small blonde didn't want to get anywhere near that sack of rotting flesh, and used Tenya like a ten foot pole, aiming for the zombie head as he swung her around.

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OMG REALY OTTO?!!?! NO MODIFIER AND THIS IS WHAT YOU COME UP WITH---

 

[Seussi]

Alex let out a dark chuckle, taking a single step backwards when the overlarge boomerang looking thing was swung down at his head, but not in time to stop it from giving him a bit of a thunk.

"No, I suppose, nobody can help you now." He shook off the attack, his voice was still that deep, growling rasp, and he lunged forward, barreling himself into the hunter with fingers held like claws in front of him, trying to take him down. He felt a small surge of fear, the crystal hidden within the skull clip of his tie suddenly coming to life and glowing behind it's dark, empty, eyes.


HP: 37
Damage: 10
FP: 1

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Awww, Otto! XD

 

[Bittiface]

A chill ran down Otto's spine even though his expression remained livid. He didn't like this zombie's tone, and he didn't like being trapped in such a narrow space. Small flashes of nightmares tried to worm their way back into his mind. Otto pushed them down as far as he could before lifting Tenya up; an attempt to block out the zombie's grabby hands. He staggered backward, swinging Tenya forward to knock Alex away.

"You reek, dude. Stay in the goddamn grave where you belong." Otto groaned with a cough.


HP: 40/50
Damage: 10

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[Seussi]

The swing of the giant weapon knocked him backwards, spinning him to the side so that his back hit the wall, his head snapping backwards and colliding with the wall as well with a sharp crack. Okay, so that had actually hurt a bit, but Alex was nothing if not resilient, and he bounced back from it to lunge (albeit a bit dizzily) at the hunter again.

Oh, and telling him he smelt terrible. How original. Like he hadn't heard that countless times before.

"I'll remember to take a shower next time." Was his incredibly dry, sarcastic response, his eyes narrowed in a glare, the fear from his crystal charging him with some extra strength as he brought back a fist to throw forward towards the boils face.


HP: 27
Damage: ?+2 (fear pt) = 8
FP: 0

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[Bittiface]

HP: 32/50
Damage: 12

Ew. The way his body just cracked like that. Otto shuddered. Zombies were so gross.

Otto staggered back again as a rotting fist made contact with his face. His nerves went haywire, telling his brain that EW EW EW EW A ZOMBIE TOUCHED ME EEEEEW! This turned into adrenaline, making otto lunge forward and drive his weapon toward Alex's ribcage.

In the back of his mind he thought a zombie taking a shower would be pretty damn funny. And futile.

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[Seussi]

Fighting in such close quarters was proving to be rather difficult, and painful. Neither one of them had room to dodge, but Alex also didn't have the advantage of a weapon on his side, and a giant one that could block his attacks as well as be used as an over sized club to boot.

The weapon swung up beneath his ribcage, and if Alex had needed to breathe, the air would have been knocked right out of him. As it was, it was just incredibly painful, and made him fall backwards, body now colliding with the floor with the same jarring crack of bones and sound of squelchy, half-rotten flesh upon impact. His Fear shield was taking a battering, and at this rate he wasn't sure it was going to hold out much longer.

Still, he twisted around so that he was on his hands and knees facing the boil, pushing himself into a crouch and then sprung forward in a motion that a hunter zombie would have been proud of, clawed fingers at the ready, teeth bared, aiming for the hunters waist and upper legs.

He was out for some blood. And maybe even a small n** of flesh as well.


HP: 15
Damage: 10
FP: 1

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[Bittiface]

HP: 22
Damage: 10

It was temporarily gratifying watching the bag of bones go flying to the floor. It gave Otto a moment to compose himself if nothing else. What he wasn't prepared for, was the sudden gusto the rotting corpse had. He moved to block, but ended up feeling the pain of something digging into his skin anyway.

Otto winced, a small croak rumbling in his throat. He needed this zombie off of him. He didn't want to know what rotting flesh would do if it got into his bloodstream. A Fear shield could only do so much for him.

The teenager swung his weapon upward, and then swung down onto his head.

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10 is the magic number apparently

 

[Seussi]

The blow to the back of the head sent Alex sprawling to the floor once more, but he had his grip on Otto now, his death grip, and he wasn't about to let go. Pain from the hit coursed down his spine, and his head swam dizzily. His fear shield was still doing what it could for him, however, so he pushed passed it, even though he knew it probably wasn't going to be enough.

The zomboil tightened his grip on Otto, hauling himself forward again, reveling in the feeling of flesh beneath his fingers. He got his knees under him finally, and tried to drag the boil towards him while simultaneously pulling himself upwards. He might lose this fight, but he could still try and sink his teeth into this hunter before it all ended. He lunged forward again, mouth gaping, ready to chomp down on whatever exposed flesh he might find.

HP: 5
Damage: 11 + 2 (Fear pt) = 13
FP: 0

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breaking the mold! XD You're choice whether or not he gets bitten~ I don't know if his contagious bite nat. ability works on hunters, though (basically just temp. slows thought processes) o:

 

[Bittiface]

HP: 9
Damage: 14

Otto hissed, his teeth gritting together in an attempt not to yell out. The horrid sensation of his skin being dug into was nauseating; he could feel Alex using him as a means to climb up. He fought not to fall to his knees, a hand not gripping Tenya trying to push Alex off by shoving at his shoulder.

That however had given the zomboil close access to his arm. That sick feeling intensified as he felt teeth dig into his arm. His mind slowed to a grinding crawl, his reflexes became sluggish.

s**t.

s**t s**t s**t!

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The love bite hath taken effect~ <3 Otto returns the love with a good ol' banging. Yes.

[Seussi]

Alex eagerly locked his jaws around the arm that came too close to his face, grinding his teeth down, the taste of blood almost intoxicating.

Humans. So damn delicious.

So enraptured was he with what he was currently doing, he didn't even notice when Otto yelled, or when that foot pressed up against the side of his face. No, it wasn't until Otto's arm was torn free from his teeth that he really was able to focus again, and that was just long enough for him to smile at Otto with bloodstained teeth, his dead eyes locking on his.

"Enjoy your disease." He rasped, her before that weapon came crashing down on his head, hard enough to split open the scalp beneath his hair, allowing the white to become stained with dark, sluggish, and foul smelling blood as he collapsed in a heap to the floor. Of course, the infection was only temporary, lasting a couple of minutes at the most, and would run it's course through the humans body rather quickly. But Otto didn't need to know that. He could possibly think for just that short time that he was now at risk of becoming a zombie himself.

If Alex had been conscious, he might have laughed.

The weapon slammed down on him repeatedly, cracking his skull, bloodying him further until he was almost unrecognizable. But he was unable to move, unable (yet. so damn close) to dissipate, stuck there, unconscious, for the hunter to continue to beat down on.

HP: -9 KO
Damage: n/a
FP: 0

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[Bittiface]

Disease!?!?!??!

Otto almost didn't want him to dissipate. he wanted to keep smashing the zombie's skull in until it became a slushy of dead and rotted meat. He kept it up, smacking down on the zombie until dissipation took him.

Otto huffed, dismissing Tenya and just standing there, trying to catch his breath. The sluggishness wore off after a few minutes, but he could still feel that disgusting boil in his veins. He could imagine the dead and putrid blood of the dead running with his own, and it made him want to just...

Otto spent the next ten minutes gagging in a corner before finally leaving the house.

Damage: 6

[[Exit]]

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