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Chapter 1, Perspective A

Somewhere in Germany, 21 hours after the Freakster headlines, and 2 hours since the atart of the crisis...

Gunshots kept echoing within a random suburban neighborhood in the country, as multiple of the "Freaksters" that a news headline was going to talk about before their TV station went "off-air" after a break-in unfolded before the televiewers, roam around and mauling others while they're at it. Except for two madlads, as the once humane neighborhood call them, were seen holding their ground strong. Interestingly, both of them were blocky Robloxians. One of them, who's wielding the STG 44 assault rifle, is a man in thirties wearing what seems to be vintage German military uniform for torso clothing and some jeans. He also have a thin hairline, but it doesn't look like he's balding anytime soon. Another one who's a Kar98k user is a younger lad, with a hairstyle similar to Kai from Ninjago, is wearing a matching vintage German military uniform which is only just the trousers, along a plain brown T-shirt. Both men have a yellow skin tone (So Robloxian-like, i have to admit), and killed around a hundred of presumably Freaksters or so. 

???: "Nathan! Bring mir mehr Mauser! Diese Mistkerle kommen schon wieder zurück!!"

Nathan: "JA!! Auf dem Weg, MADSTER!"

Nathan got inside their home to grab the ammo boxes as 'Madster' shoot down any Freaksters outside.

Madster: "These people gone mad over lack of pornography, ja?" *two-shots a bipedal cartoon bulldog* "Cartoon characters as well?" *bludgeons an incoming human Freakster with the gun's stock* "Also, those pink eyes of theirs makes them look like those obsessed people from comics? Das ist gruselig..."

Nathan: "MAD! I got the ammo but there's a huge horde at our six! Wir verlassen diesen Ort! They already took control!"

Madster: "Heh. They're angry because they ran out of hoes. Okay, dann los geht's!"

Both of them brought out 5 ammo boxes as well as two weapon crates that looks like they collected just as much dust as an abandoned house in the middle of the Arabic deserts. They put it all to a somehow well-maintained Volkswagen that's been conveniently placed by plot, before they are now seem zooming by. Madster takes the wheel while Nathan is in charge of defending the vehicle with the Obrez (the "portable" version of the Mosin Nagant, which is real btw) as he shots down the closest ones and seemingly, a Character with glowing pink eyes with a red outline of a heart around it. What's even worse is that same individual is a necromancer from the Soul Knight universe.

Necromancer (Soul Knight): "Are you willing to die? 'Cuz i am craving for your future dead body~"

Nathan: "Von wegen, like that's going to be on your favor!!" *speedloads his armament before started shooting at the latter*

Necromancer has gracefully dodged the zooming 8x51 Mauser bullets, and even used the opportunity to "show" an example of what she's gonna do to him by... interacting a dead Freakster. Nathan gagged at the sight before snarling and suddenly gaining a significant boost of weapon proficiency, then proceeding to target Necromancer with a 120 RPM firerate, 2 second reload speed, and an S+ tier accuracy. She still dodged them but is slowly starting to show signs of struggle, like almost bumping to a wooden fence and casting some necromancy hands to try and suppress but to no avail. His boosted proficiency kept on persisting until eventually getting his revenge when the latter herself got bumped by a fellow ally, stunned for a bit while she got her temporary (did i stutter when i say that word "temporary"?) death by a triple headshot. Nathan sigh in exhaustion before switching to the MP40 submachine gun and took down a couple more Freaksters as they move onward. They got out of the neighborhood and into the foresty but spacious road they go.

Madster: "Nazhan, we have to get out of this verdammt country."

Nathan: "NEIN! This is OUR country!"

Madster: "I know, but look at the news! And this newspaper!" *grabs a newspaper from the front of the car then tosses it at Nathan*

Nathan: *sees the headline about most of the German military being overwhelmed by a couple of Character from Blue Archive, specifically the "Dryness Squad", before having his hands shiver in disbelief and anger* "Das ist Hundescheiße..."

Madster: "Those girls are crazy durable, even withstanding a volley of gunfire without a scratch.." *slams his right fist to the car's speedometer, but the speedometer itself still functions properly despite the glass now turned into shards* "Das ist wirklich Hundescheiße.. Mocking our nation's current firepower."

Nathan: "I really want to kill them."

Madster: "Nein. Can't you read? They CANNOT be killed by bullets. Wir können noch nicht weitermachen..."

Nathan: "Já. We just gonna hide first, then."

Madster: "And search for some big gewehrs."

Nathan: "It is settled then. But where the hell are we hiding?"

Madster: "Somewhere outside of Germany, and abandoned by man."

Nathan: "Rechts. Carry on."

After that conversation, uncertainty over the current threat looms around their minds. With each distance covered, they grew more worrisome. Nathan remain alert of possible ambushes, his submachine gun gripped tight by both hands while knowing that this trip can end horribly. Despite this, they pushed onward the horrors of this so-called "Freaktopian Takeover".

Chapter 1, Perspective B

A homemade helicopter that looks like it's made of scrap metal, a speedboat as its chassis, a car engine, and a big propeller made of wood, is seen flying above the giant clocktower, Big Ben. The ones operating the contraption are claymation Characters. One is a white dog with a small brown tail and brown ears while the other is a bald person wearing a green vest that's crochet-made, covering the white sleeve and a red tie, and some pants. Both of them wore aviation goggles, with Wallace seems to be eating cheese while watching the sky around them, unaware of the lewdness-inducing chaos at the ground below them.

Wallace: *gulp* "What do you say about this truly successful flying machine of ours, mate?"

Gromit: *nods at Wallace, before going back to piloting the vehicle*

Wallace: "Very well. We spent months refining the design, and it works wonders! Oh, goodie." *takes a bite of cheese* "Say, Gromit. Should we go to Germany using this thing? I feel like we deserve a bit of a vacation."

Gromit: (ಠ_ಠ)

Wallace: "Oh, don't gimme that look, lad. It never gonna crash or lose it's propeller again like last time on that church."

Gromit: *rolls his eyes, then looks at the control panel that consists of a altimeter, some indicator light bulbs, the throttle lever, and the joystick*

Wallace: "Alrighty, lad! To Germany!" *raises his hands in excitement but has end up accidentally throws his chunk of cheese to the spinning propeller above, before catching the showering shreds of it with both fingers and his bald head* "Mmm, shredded cheese." *feasts on the shredded cheese like it's been an average Tuesday for him*

He then pulls out what seems to be a miniaturized variant of an analog TV that's the size of a basketball, before tinkering with its mini antenna in search for a TV channel.

Wallace: "This mini-TV is a marvel, lad. Because you get to watch your favorite shows anytime, anywhere. Literally! I'd like to firstly search a channel or two that promotes cheese, teabags, and crackers." *keeps adjusting the tiny antenna while the mini-TV is still showing statics* "Aw, c'mon, ya bugger.."

Gromit on the other hand, finally decided to look down into the ground. And it makes him dizzy due to how high they actually were. He has gotten so dizzy that he have to significantly lose attitude until they're at the altitude of the height of the Big Ben. And there he saw it, his pupils in his eyes shrunken with shock. Everyone below seemed to be off. Some of them are showing off their.. genitals? Another batch of them are touching little ones, and with some of them are even making it out, IN PUBLIC! Gromit wanted to throw up due to this sight that he's forced to behold, when he saw a man that looks like Mr. Bean if he's a spy agent, running away from his fellow people that is the British inhabitants themselves, male or female, young or old. The dog is not expecting this scene to unfold. He can only watch as the latter tried to shoot a car's gas tank, but the bullet seemed to not went through and he was forced to run for his life when he saw the helicopter that Gromit and Wallace was on.

Johnny English: "Hey, hey! Help me out here!" *frantically waves both arms to the air*

Gromit got to work and throws down a rope ladder, in which he along with a few Freaksters cling on. Johnny English is trying to kick the horny bastards out to give them fall damage but to no avail while Gromit tries to bail the machine out, accidentally leading the rest of the people on the ground, back to the currently unexploded car. Shockingly, the car itself metaphorically has a delayed fuse, and the explosion has been timed just right to inflict mind-blowing deaths of 3/4 of the Freakster numbers. The helicopter eventually got higher then the Big Ben, and with the dog activating autopilot, he started helping out the man in a suit by throwing some cracker packs, slices of cheese, and even an empty wooden barrel until one of the three fell down, before he also climb down the ladder to help the latter out.

Johnny English: "Oi!! Can't you see that im almost caught by that volley of yours!?" *kicks a Freakster's head*

Gromit started biting the arm of one Freakster that makes him scream in pain before he fell to his demise. He then bit the last of the Freakster's arm before suffering the same fate. 

Johnny English: "Whoa. That is one brave dog." *chuckle* "I'll be fine here, go back to operating this thing."

Gromit nodded before climbing back up to operating their own helicopter. And about that time where he did bite, TWICE... He felt like he's a rabid little dog, biting stuff and even people... even though.. he did protect a human life...

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Wallace who's still looking at the mini-TV: "Hey, pal. I think we should be flying higher. We can get those channels easier this way."

Gromit shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. He get to work and deactivated the autopilot before gaining more altitude. Not long after, the mini-TV found its mark, and showed a TV channel that did in fact, promotes cheese and biscuits.

Wallace: "Oh, goodie! We found one, Gromit! Look!" *shows a glimpse of a commercial that showcases a buttered biscuit product, in which the latter ignores and was still piloting the thing* "Nevertheless, this mini-TV rocks!"

Johnny English: "Hello."

Wallace: "WAAHH! Who are you? Why are you on our Sea-Rotor-Copter?"

Johnny English: "Trust me, you don't wanna go back down there."

Wallace: "Down what?!?"

Johnny English: "You might wanna take a look.."

Wallace: "Lower us down for a jiffy, pal."

The helicopter descended close to the ground, and Wallace saw the outrageous sight of people running away from the Freaksters, with some of those grossly minded individuals (the Freaksters) doing stuff that Gromit already saw. Wallace was freaking out by the sight and shook his pet dog,  while English was about to pull the vehicle up when the joystick was pulled off due to his comically unlucky misfortune. He then tried to attach it back while the vehicle was going down. 

Johnny English: "Alright! Just jump into the water!"

Wallace: "But- my cheese and crackers-!" *screams as Johnny pulled the latter and both plummeting to the river*

When Gromit found no hope in bringing the vehicle back up in the air despite best efforts, he jumped out and landed to a dumpster. He then hid and witness the vehicle landing to the river safe and sound. Gromit thought to himself that they've been given another chance to escape. While he's still hiding and heard a commotion involving adults doing the thing in public, he heard a loud gunshot. He got out of his hiding place after a while of hesitation and was gunpointed by a bearded Robloxian in green and white clothing wearing a top hat.

Bubbles: "A little dog? What are you doing here? Y'know its dangerous 'ere. Come along. Its not-"

Wallace in the distance: "GROMIT, MY BOY!!"

Gromit then perked up and having his ears raised upon hearing that voice. Wallace is okay! 

Wallace: "GROMIT!! OUR SEA-ROTOR-COPTER CAN BE REPAIRED! YOU HAVE TO FIND THAT GIANT ROTOR SO WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE!"

Bubbles: *sigh* "..Alright, i help you reach him. Here." *gives the Carbine and a pack of paper cartridges* "You'll need that. This place is in utter chaos anyway."

Gromit nod before reloading the Carbine and shooting down Fanon Teagan, who has a pink heart outline drawn at her pupil of her right eye for some reason. Both of them traverse their way through, evading encounters and such with Gromit's help while Bubbles ranted about how the people of London are driven with twisted lust and proudly exhibit it to the public while also receiving news about the same situation happening in almost every country around the world.

Bubbles: "That news is something tragic to hear." *shudder* "Gives me creeps just thinking about it, and of course it happened the moment i step foot in this blithering country while i intend to auction your weapon and mine to the wealthy!! Outrageous!"

???: "Oh, my~"

That seductive voice is enough to send chills down the spines of the two. Bubbles is the first Character to turn back towards the direction of the voice while Gromit is reloading the Carbine with ease and speed in play. They both saw a Character who is a bipedal Blue Heeler dog in her adulthood stage, and what makes her a little peculiar is that she has a pink heart outline at the pupil of her left eye much like that teacup, and they did not like the way she looks at Gromit.

Bluey(?): "I like your dog, good sir.. He's so cute~" *snickers in lust*

Bubbles: *points the Bayonet at Bluey(?) with a glare* "What are you?"

Bluey (?): "Ugh.. cranky old people, am i right?" *guides the Bayonet away from pointing to her neck, but it point at the same body part again*

Bubbles: "Mind your tone, young lady. I'm not one who tolerates disrespect."

Bluey(?): "Oh, brave guy~" *slowly walks towards Gromit, then crouches to his level* "I like that you look like you're made of clay. So unique~" *tries to caress the latter but failed again due to him obviously walking away* "Not a touch, little man~?"

Bubbles: "Right. Any splendid moves, friend of man?" *follows Bluey(?) who is still patiently following Gromit with malice* "We're running short of breathing room."

Bluey: "Right! Any bright ideas, man's best friend~?"

Bubbles: "How bold of you to quote me words!!"

Then Gromit had his eyes widen due to a bright idea. To run away, and that's exactly what he did. Bubbles had his breath shortened due to the exhibition of betrayal.

Bubbles: "YOU BLITHERING REBELLIOUS SCUM!! Curse your soul!"

Bluey (?): "Oh, my~ What a shame i didn't get to interact with him.. Nevertheless, looks like it's my change to dig in~"

Bubbles: "No- wah- ah, aaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH-" *gets pinned down to the ground*

Looking at the scene of Gromit...

Gromit has a deceptive plan already laid out, and it's thanks to Bubbles presence. Though it's actually more of a run-and-hit type of plan. Not even 5 seconds in from running away, he fleeted back towards where he started, and fast.

Now reunited with Bubbles...

Bubbles: "I will not submit! Never!"

Bluey(?): "Oh, just give up, old man~ Here, lemme have a taste.." *licks the Robloxian's facial cheek until she heard a loud BANG!! and felt something insanely fast hit her back, before she found herself coughing up blood* "Ogghh... What..?"

Gromit: *spins the Carbine with style and blows the smoke coming out of the barrel*

Bluey(?): *glares angrily at the white claymatic dog* "You...!!" 

Bubbles: *knocks Bluey(?) down to the ground before impaling her with the Bayonet, then looks at Gromit with a threatening stare* "You do not give me a scare of betrayal such as this, again. Understood?"

Gromit: *frantically nods in approval while hugging the Carbine*

Bubbles: "Good. Carry on." *pulls out the Bayonet from the deceased Blue Heeler corpse*

After they eliminated Bluey(?) and reloaded their firelock armaments, they proceed through a path where there's plentiful of parked cars and plants that have pebbles. Gromit snatched a bunch of them and started taking point. Gromit quickly lockpicked the trunk of a Tesla and there they hid, as the first pebble is thrown at the glass panes of a bakery. The loud shatters of glass attracted the attention of multiple unoccupied Freaksters before a stampede of 50 rushed through the bakery and then they rushed out of it when they heard a flute-like music cover of the Barney intro theme playing from what seems to be a Napoleonic-era Robloxian musician from the 9th British Regiment, which the latter now sprinting for his damn life towards the right side as he kept Fife'ing around as a distractor. Both the Characters emerge out of the trunk and ran to the left side. 

Bubbles: "That guy's a madlad for leading those damned souls away from us to help you reunite with your owner, little dog."

Gromit: *writes down his name using a piece of glass and a brick wall*

Bubbles: "Gromit.. fancy knowing you." 

Wallace: "GROMIT!!!"

Both of the characters reunite with each other and got into a meaningful hug, before Wallace patting his dog in joy. Bubbles lightly smiled at the sight before he saw a man in suit showing his ID wallet for identification.

Johnny English: "Johnny English, good sir."

Bubbles: "I see you're quite the gentleman."

Johnny English: "And a seasoned fighter."

Bubbles: "Call me impressed."

Wallace: "He's a walking bad omen! Stay away from him! He crashed my Sea-Rotor-Copter to the river!"

Gromit can't help but facepalm a little bit, knowing that the construction of the vehicle is still poor despite design "refinements" anyway. Johnny English suggested that he's going to be the one to pick up that missing giant rotor to make up for that tragedy, even for just a lil' bit.

Bubbles: "Crikey, you will be mauled by those idiots, and don't get me started on what they're gonna do to you!"

English: "I do see what i'm supposed to not see in public, and it's sickening."

Bubbles: "Well, allow us to assist."

English: "If you insist, consider it accepted."

Bubbles: "Thank you."

Wallace: "Well, i saw that giant propeller flying over there!" *points at the very direction where Gromit and Bubbles has been*

Gromit: *rolls eyes in disbelief*

Bubbles: "Oh.. no, anywhere else but there.."

Wallace: "I saw it with me own two eyes!"

English: "Can say the same."

Bubbles: "Right! If anything to get out of this wretched country, is to advance towards that path then!"

The four agreed and traverse back to the path to where Bubbles and Gromit just got out of. The Robloxian added that a feral blue hound standing in twos is waiting there, and she wasn't exactly a tame lad. As they got to the very place where Bluey(?) was last seen, both Bubbles and Gromit looked at each other in suspicion. Something tells them that she must've gone into the dark, waiting to pounce at the appropriate moment.

Bubbles: "Faster now!"

English: "Wait... Do you hear it?"

Agent English, being the "foolish" agent he is, relies on his non-existent instincts.

Bubbles: "We heard nothing, dullard!"

English: "Exactly. We've been watched by a silent predator hiding within one of the establishments surrounding us, anticipating for the most appropriate moment..." *looks at Gromit* "...to pounce at its prey.."

Wallace: *clings onto Gromit for dear life* "Terrifying!"

Bubbles: "Well, what are we blithering waiting for!? We must make haste-"

Just as two of the four feared, Bluey(?) did in fact pounce out of her hiding spot that is an empty establishment, and she got Gromit. All three of the Characters rushed to grab the bipedal Heeler's limbs in an attempt to help the white dog break free when English did a rather silly trick.

English: "To tame this beast, you must-" *uses his body weight to completely pin down Bluey(?)* "..pin 'er down with a heavy weight. Once- she kissed the.. pavement instead, you would-" *pins the latter's left arm to the paved ground* "..knock 'er out.. like this-!" 

He then slammed his elbow and hit the nape of the anthropomorphic Freakster, rendering her unconscious.

Bubbles: "Well, there you go." *stands up* "So much for a seasoned fighter."

Wallace: "Gromit, my boy! Are you alright?"

Gromit: *nods in confirmation*

English: "I think i can assume that huge propeller is above us."

Something big has bumped the latter's head and made him fall to the pavement, with the helicopter's propeller crashed from a random established building at the same time. Wallace and Gromit immediately lifted the big prop while Bubbles is stunned at English's predictive assumption.

English: "Ogghh..  i think something big hit my noggin." 

Bubbles: "It's the propeller, and you seem to be one lucky dullard."

English: "Oh, just as i-"

Bubbles: "They're behind you."

English: *repeatedly hops until he's facing the other direction behind while maintaining a pose with both hands on either side of his waists* "Ah, just as i assumed."

Wallace: "Well? Let's get put of here!!"

English: "Right. Right away!"

The four made their way to the same path where they came when a horde of Freakster Characters from Bluey are approaching them. The four are in a dreadful state that totally not deserve a divine intervention.

Wallace: "Waaahhhh!! We're so screwed!"

Bubbles: *does a '10 birds in one stone' ass shot and killed 10 of the latters with the Musket* "They blocked the light at the end of the tunnel!"

English: "Can my luck work already?"

LaserL20XPLV18: (Sure thing, m8)

At the last moment, the horde suddenly get sliced into half by a blue laser beam zipping through and ended up being a gory mess of a red puddle. Sexualized moans and screams of pain are heard from them, but one stand out in the direction behind the scene. It looks like a cyan colored cross lying down on a black tile, with a cylindrical object above it, pointing at the very crowd it killed. It then points at the sky, fires a non-lethal variant of the laser of the same color and "writes" a message by writing words one by one to give the full message, in a way how oscilloscopes would write out stuff programmed to them by creative minds.

Laser (in it's own beam writing, and also from Infinitode 2): Get. Out. Of. Here. I. Will. Take. Care. Of. Them.

Bubbles: "Right... Sure thing."

The four fleeted through and made it back to the place. Wallace and Gromit was in charge of reattaching the joystick and the propeller back while English, Bubbles and Laser do the dirty but necessary work of defending. The two defenders will pick off anyone malicious who dared to get within close proximity while Laser is the one to cut off incoming hostiles from a distance, and unsurprisingly does the most damage. It even writes another message by writing the pavement in front of the defenders, saying that it will be the one to hold them off once their task is complete. 

Bubbles: "Right. Carry on."

English: "I'm feeling lucky today, am i?"

A yacht with a familiar looking DeLorean mounted on it has seen the commotion happening beside the river, before sailing close to get a closer view of what's happening. A person who looks like a mad scientist who just regained his mental wellness is waving at the ones on the other side (myself excluded), asking to give them a sail out of here.

English: "As much as i would enjoy a sail in the yacht, i'm afraid i have to reject it."

Doc Brown: "It's because you're building that helicopter of yours?"

English: "Maybe. Ask the one with a dog."

Doc Brown: "That dog has the intelligence of his owner? That's simply a prodigy."

Gromit: *shrugs like it's nothing for him*

Wallace: "Oi! He's my assistant, y'know?" *chuckle*

Doc Brown: "Oh, no big surprise there."

English: "What makes you use a yacht, and what is an automobile doing there idling?"

Marty McFly: "We're not from this world! We just wanna get the fuck out of here!"

Bubbles: "Blithering language.." *impales a purple skinned strip club Freakster Character from FNF before kicking her away from being already impaled*

Doc Brown: "One question, is that blue laser weapon your own property?"

Bubbles: "We don't own it, it just appeared."

Doc Brown: "Consider yourselves lucky. That thing looks powerful with those extra shapes and markings that it probably got from wars or anything like that."

(Wait, they're definitely impressed at me. Even though it's actually not my orig character..)

Laser in the same method of communication: Thanks. I. Guess.

Marty McFly: "The hell!?!? It even talk to us?!"

Doc Brown: "That, my friend, is a peculiar laser weapon. I never seen something as powerful and as sociable as this.."

"RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"GIVE THEM HELL!!"

"FOR KING AND COUNTRY!!"

Bubbles: "YEAH!! SOME EXTRA ARMS!!"

(Eh, imma let them be ^-^ )

The screams of the Madcaps from London, along with their blades swinging with vigor as they sliced through a manageable amount of Freaksters when one of them say "BOAT!!" while they move along. They stood near the railings and asked for a ride, in which Marty agreed and let them. He reached a ladder and placed between the vehicle and the railings. Bubbles is the one to hold it firm as some of his colleagues have a lil' chat with the American shopkeeper and discuss about the weapons they made purchase of and how well they do perform. As more and more of the British are on the yacht and dishing out covering fire, the incoming hordes from afar amassed more and more in numbers. Laser is emotionlessly but proudly delighted at the sight as it proceeds to slice them all apart with the blue laser zipping through the distance. The Madcaps are very horrified of this sight, knowing that this world will end if the cyan cross were to serve in the wrong hands. Laser wrote a message on the wall and ensured it will escape the inescapable just to avoid siding with the evil. 

British Marine of the 1800s (a Madcap): "If you insist, then. Yet, how will you do that?"

Laser: *proceeds to make a red cross UI appear before vanishing with its base shape's afterimage fading from existence soon after, before reappeared as the same Laser*

The same Madcap of London: "Wha- so.. that's how you do it! This is sorcery!!"

Bubbles: "It is what it is, lad."

The same Robloxian finally boarded the yacht, with Bubbles letting the ladder go, and watched as the British Marine joined the rejoice of their colleagues as they sailed into the river and onto i-know-where-but-i-tell-you-near-the-end. Bubbles also has his own escape when he heard the shout of confirmation that the helicopter is fixed. Himself and English hopped on, with the latter on the top hat being a little nervous as the engine roars back to life first, before the propeller spins and onto the air they go, where he starts to holler in fear as he saw the rather shallow heights below.. And as for Laser...

It keeps melting the incoming hordes as it carry on with the defensive goal while bearing witness to them succumbing to severe ionization damage. The physical figures of hostile lust disintegrating the moment they grasp the thin beam of blue light. A few of the hostiles who are midget, yellow capsule shaped Freaksters, with only one of them having a one eye while the other 3 had two, got behind the tower and started spanking it. Unsurprisingly, since the optoelectronic latter didn't have genitals and was NOT an organic Character, there's no way that it will be converted anytime soon. It vanished into an after-image of the base shape itself without those additional decoratives and markings, giving those yellow nuded out figures moderate frustration, not realizing that it was repositioned at a distance beyond the other side of the river, firing up it's payload of focused light energy.

One-eyed Minion: *speaks random Minionese before pointing at the blue laser beam fired at them from the other side of the river*

Due to the Minion's exponentially but canonically indestructible cellular integrity, they only recieve harmless degree burns in the form of char lines drawn between their naked torsos. They holler away in fear, ditching their focus on their already failed goal of banging the tower. The object stared it's cylindrical weapon resting above its cross-shaped base shape, at the direction of where it's targets ran off, before once again disappear into that same afterimage.

The same time it vanished, the makeshift helicopter is first one to successfully escape from London by simply flying above the country and heading South to France, while the yacht is not even halfway to salvation as their blades and firearms strike incoming Freaksters that managed to snatch one Ranker and molested him, his scream being very bloodcurdling and full of dread. Despite his horrible death, the rest must carry on and fight with their final fate currently not yet known despite the obvious situation they're in.

Chapter 1, Perspective C

He heard them again. Those screams of his people getting devoured by the Blight's twisted gluttony. He swore that he's in a nightmare. If it is, it could sound muffled and echoey. BUT NO... It's all real. He's hearing it real. The.. screams.. The French officer (of GnB) thought he got out of that wretched, evil Blight. He stood up and head towards a window, wobbling ever so slightly due to his interrupted slumber. There he saw it. His people under the influence of something the Blight was not involved; lust. It's different, because those succumbing creatures are getting a taste, no matter the loss of their own decency. And it's sickening. This is something he hasn't encounter before. Sick bastardd molesting others for the sake of satiating their own desires and pleasure. He wanted to vomit his guts out, yet he can't. He's simply petrified at this horrible sight below. 

French Officer: "C'est impossible. Cette folie est inconcevable." (This can't be. This can't be happening.)

A bang has broke a door,  it's hinges making it creaking open with a slow and smooth motion. And there emerges a little girl.. with her eyes emanating a pink glow, while forming a shape of a heart. She also wears a purple hood covering her head. Turns out, it was Masha from the show named "Masha and the Bear". With no warning, she pounce at the French Robloxian and pinning him down, in search for that sheath. The Robloxian quickly realized the lustful intent and dared to try and throw the latter away and break free from being in such a tackled state, but to no avail. He is alone when he's dealing with this, no security personnel, no other people around, just himself fighting for his life against a twisted little girl.

French Officer: "HU- HUAH! AGH- AHHGH!! BLAAAEHHH... AAGGHAAAAA.."

It's a dire scene that's he's in. With now on the verge of becoming one with the molesters outside, he land a punch to her right ear. Yet she's just persisting, not fazing until she got her deed done. It's over for him. He's done for. He shut his eyes, exhausted and anticipating for whatever moment of his grim end commencing...

*STAB!!*

He heard it. A blade of metal impaled through skull and brain. He looked at the sight of it, and she's dead with that blade piercing all the way out of her forehead, and the next act he do is to look at the one responsible for this saving grace. He looks like his.. cousin. His left eye freshly scratched by whatever sharp object that deal this injury, with blood still dripping out. He's Adrien of Marins de la Garde Impériale, carrying the Jäegerstütsen Rifle and it's peculiar Bayonet attached, which looked more like a shortsword. He grabbed the latter's hand and started a short conversation about what was probably happening outside, seeing the lewd chaos and the state of their own hometown as of this moment.

Adrien: "Kévin!! Étonnant que tu sois le seul intact." (Kévin!! Surprised that you're the only one intact.)

Kévin: "Adrien! Qu'est-ce qui se passe dehors, ce matin?" (Adrien! What's with this twisted commotion happening outside early in the morning?)

Adrien: "Ils sont devenus fous d'un coup. C'est une situation tellement inattendue, mon frère." (They've gotten insane all of a sudden. This is such an unexpected scenario we're in, Brother.)

Kévin: "Je ferais mieux de me préparer. Frère, fais-les rester où ils sont pour cet instant." (I better ready myself. Make them stay put for this moment, Brother.)

Adrien nod with an act of initiative. With his left eye now patched by a piece of cloth that he tore off from the hood of the children's carcass, he detached the Bayonet and inserted the paper cartridge, before ramming it in deep enough and take... aim.

*BANG!!* 

One head has been popped off. Sign of exceptional marksmanship.

*CLICK-BANG!*

*CLICK-BANG!*

Double the lead shots, for a double kill.

*SHWISH!*

Kévin's Heavy Sabre has slit a bastard's face in red, while he put on his appropriate Officer headwear.

*SH-STAB!*

Straight through the heart.. of a purple Labrador running in twos.

Minute by minute, their numbers seems to gradually thin out, Adrien barged the door open, recklessly checking out for more of those madlads. Seems like not only the environment around seems free of threats, but Kévin is fully dressed up in his surviving regiment uniform again. Properly armed as well. They push on and thread through the dirt path. The skies are of pitch black, and only the white dots of stars shimmer the gloomy skybox riddled with thick, concealed clouds lingering above. Wind is picking up it's own pace, with the grass around them starting to dance with the wind's direction. The small village from their far left sounds quiet, seems like they killed all of the inhabitants there. If there's any who is fortunate to fleet away unscathed, one must best not to be within the grasp of those cannibals.. like they can eat flesh. 

Kévin: "Adrien?"

Adrien: "Oui?" (Yes?)

Kévin: "Je peux dire que, qui que soient ces gens, ils ne sont pas là pour se venger..." (I can tell that whoever those people are, they're not going for blood...)

Adrien: "Qu'essayez-vous de suggérer, mon frère?" (What was it that you're trying to suggest, Brother?)

Kévin: "Leurs yeux… Leur couleur est celle des pétales d’une fleur de cerisier. Étrangement, ils aspirent à se faire plaisir de manière… disons… particulière." (Their eyes... Their color is that of a cherry blossom's petals. Oddly enough, they crave for pleasuring themselves in twisted.. ways.)

Adrien: "À bien y penser, j'ai vu trois femmes piéger l'un de vos collègues alors que je me rendais justement dans ce village." (Come to think of it, i saw three women entrapping one of your colleagues while on my way to this very village.)

Kévin: "Le pauvre... Il aurait dû mourir en état de grâce." (The poor soul... He should've died in a state of grace.)

Adrien: "Je n'ai rien à redire." (No argument with that.) 

Kévin: "Nous devons continuer. Pour les défunts, et pour ceux qui sont tombés malgré eux sous son emprise manipulatrice." (We must carry on. For the ones deceased, and to those who unwillinglly fell under it's manipulative grasp.)

Adrien: "Non seulement cela, mais aussi pour notre survie, pour pouvoir combattre un autre jour." (Not just that, but also for our survival to fight abother day.)

Their footsteps rustle at the dirt with vigor emanating from the Robloxians. The wind is getting swift, and the scent of moist now carried by the wind. Rumbling echos from the skies are barely paid attention of, for it is seen from a distance that approaches Paris. Among the clouds, they saw a wooden boat lit on fire while plummeting down, something that the both the French Robloxians found it seriously pecuilar. Why would a boat shall fall from the skies above, and what caused it to grant flight in the air in the first place? Ever since they got out of their wretched world full of those shamblers thanks to the power of that.. portal to another dimension, they've seen bizzare stuff since their initial arrival. Including one such as this. The only mystery is that how in the world can this boat fly. Then they heard frantic screams from said object, it was some figures. No, Characters, that are falling down for their own good. They consist of a man in suite, a dog in tan, another bald man with a longer nose, and an American Robloxian with a musket on his back, his grip firm on his top hat that he,s holding on for dear life. The four eventually landed on some hay bales, while the boat is now on flames, seconds after the people came from it have landed to safety. The two immediately rushed to help those four, the grass seem to rustle as they take those foosteps of rush, with the dirt below occasionally had its own bits to flown off due to the rugged shoes scraping it off unintentionally. When they do make it to the encounter with the four, the bald man ran towards the lattter, his face seem to be desperate and in need of assistance. 

Wallace: "OIII!! MATEYS!! I get that i don't understand your French talking, but my boy Gromit needs help! He's UNCONSCIOUS!" 

Adrien: "Ugh. Il me reste mon dernier pansement… Et si quelqu’un d’autre se blesse à nouveau?" (Ugh. I have my last bandage... What if someone else gets hurt again?)

Kévin: "Je leur dirai simplement de se débrouiller avec leurs vêtements. Fais ta bonne action, Ad." (I'll just tell them to cover their own bleeds with their own clothes. Do your charity, Ad.)

Wallace: "Is.. that a yes? Right?" 

Adrien nodded at his cousin, and walked past the bald man (Wallace) and head straight to the dog named "Gromit", who is seen gripping onto his bleeding leg. 

Adrien: "Permettez-moi de vous prodiguer mes seuls soins médicaux." (Allow me to provide you my only medical attention.)

Gromit: *nods frantically* 

Adrien: *applies said bandage to the wounded claymatic dog* "Quelle vilaine coupure… Dieu vous a béni par mon geste de générosité et d’initiative. Soyez reconnaissant." (What a nasty gash.. The Lord must've blessed you alongside my act of initiative and charity. Count your blessings.)

Adrien is rather careful and somewhat precise when applying that bandage and reattaching that nearly cutted-off part of the dog's limb. Gromit is bracing himself and held onto Johnny English's arm, who was still unconscious with his face seeming to look like he's in a good night's sleep. Kévin found this British to be absurdly calm for this moment, and assumed he's either a crazy lad or is dreaming of a romantic encounter that's obviously not as hideous and violent as what he witnessed back there. He then saw his face now looking like he's having that dream of his so good.. if he does actually dream at all. Kévin shook his head and walked away from Adrien's situation for a bit, and saw a familiar Robloxian with his torso being the only body part sinking into the hay pile. It was none other than Bubbles, the same lad that sold that Tea Of Courage, who's still have a full canteen of that stuff up until today. He immediately checked the lad's pulse. It was still beating, much to Kévin's relief. Out of nowhere, a sunray hit his left eye rather harmlessly. And by the looks of the sky, it's morning. Whoever those people are that left the village in shambles due to those desires, they must be seen anytime now. Quickly, he slapped Bubbles awake, knowing that idling about due to those unawakened people guarantees death or worse.. Bubbles himself groans in pain before inspecting his own face, his eyes now half awake as he saw the sight of a man that he quite familiar of.

Bubbles: "Wait... Do i know you? Or.. Je vous connais?" 

Kévin: "Oui. Bubbles." 

Bubbles: "You're the lad that helped me get through my stroll in France! By translating all the words for me." 

Kévin: "Oui. Threat is lying at my left. We have to get out of here."

Bubbles: "I see what you mean by that. We must make haste, then!" 

Kévin: "Oui." 

Kévin reached for Bubbles' hand, in which the latter accepts. As Bubbles managed to stands up, he turned out to have his back a little messed up.

Bubbles: "Curse that blithering crash, yet i did get out of London so there's that."

Kévin talked to Adrien and explained that they must get out of here due to the village people about to make their way to the field here. Adrien exclaimed that English had a dream so deep and good that he just refused to wake up despite best efforts and he'll be forced to carry that piece of slumber weight. Just as Kévin and Bubbles had expected, the remaining village people emerged out of the forest, alongside a Character that looked like a brown antropomorph of Eevee. She had a thick fluff of white fur covering her neck, a teardrop shaped brown tail with it's tip in white, has a black short and a loose white vest for clothing, and both eyes now glow in hot pink with a heart outline aesthetically accompanying those eyes. Bubbles braced his musket firmly with both hands and all of them ran away. Gromit is starting to lag behind due to that leg injury he sustained, and the village folks especially Eevee was so close to catching up the latter in a desire to mass-maul him. Bubbles and Kévin were shooting at the crowd, with the British Robloxian over-whammying the shit out of all the 9 Freaksters that somehow perfectly lined up to his aim. Kévin was very shocked at the kill as he fired the Double Barrel Pistol and scoring himself a double-headshot against Eevee, with the action proven effective as the latter didn't stand a chance and kissed the ground while her head is nothing short of hollowed out. However, the rest of the village folks are still rushing towards. The remaining fighting-capable Characters smited against the horde, blood spilling out and each blade slashed through aplenty. Luckily for them, the Freaksters just are that vulnerable to the point that a GnB player can solo over 9000 of these same people even while he's half asleep. Eventually, the very Characters that did the most of the counter-attacking finished off the rest with an "A LATTAAAAQQQEEEEEEE!!!!!!",screaming with raging fury and skewering the whole mob of those Freaksters with their blades, erasing their existence off the planet, with the cost of them now covered in blood from those that they slain.

Bubbles: "Oh, has it been a while since i heard and embraced an officer's war cry.."

Wallace: "GROMIT! Don't look!! Too gory!"

Bubbles: *sigh* "The generation was this sensitive nowadays, ain't it?"

Adrien: "Je veux dire, voir un tas de cadavres, c'était tout simplement horrible." (I mean, witnessing a pile of dead bodies was just that gruesome.)

Bubbles: "Maybe i was one of the fellows who was used to see blood everywhere in person."

All of the Characters left to march through the fields. One devious piece of hay tickled English's nose, and made the latter holler in shock as well as losing the balance of Adrien carrying him. English gets crushed by the French's weight, and there goes the laughter.

Kévin: "Ahh, le poids n'est-il pas déjà assez lourd, Adrien?" (Ahh, is the weight too heavy enough already, Adrien?)

Adrien: "Cet anglais est un véritable fardeau, mon frère…" (This English is nothing short of burdening weight, Brother..)

English: "Cela dit, j'ai éliminé trois méchants sans même transpirer à mon époque." (Mind you, i took down three villains without breaking a sweat back in my days.) 

Adrien: "...Ce type parle-t-il plusieurs langues par hasard?" (...Is this guy a multi-language speaker by any chance?)

After that little chaos has died down, Wallace is seen taking point as well as Kévin, while carrying his loyal dog in a bridal style. He sighs as he saw the amount of physical pain that Gromit has forced to face. The blood is starting to stain the bandage so much, and its gone wet with that red hemoglobin trying to seep out. The dog's eyes narrowed and expressed pain from that helicopter blade hitting him earlier during the crash. Wallace sighs, having his left side of the face hug the dog's face, is now feeling at remorse. If only, ONLY, he could've done something as simple as clinging his dog tight rather than hollering and waving his arms in a frantic pace. He felt like a foolish mate during that time.

Wallace: "Sorry, lad... If only i know better, than to panic.."

Gromit's palm slowly reached for Wallace, and then rests it to the man's face, perhaps an act of reassurance that he was not at fault that it happened to himself. The dog also wiped off the tears dripping out, once again an act of reassurance. Wallace was happy to know that his own best buddy still cared for him, despite knowing the fact that his innovative "technological ideas" are mostly ridiculous on practice, even somehow functional if you have some luck to spare. Don't even get it started to the section about how those thingies can hold up in the long term. Last time he invented something actually good and lasting was a rocket ship to launch the two themselves to the moon to get cheese. A classic memory indeed, and something that he might do it again once the chaos is settled for even a day.. if luck were to land on destiny's good hands... 

As for now, they need to surpass this chaos happening in France. Wallace swears that he thought this eventful scenario only happened back in his homeland. He inserted his fingers inside his mouth, his teeth shivering nervously just thought about everything he witnessed hours ago. Pedophillia, incest behavior, public indecency. Has the world gone mad ever since he came in this world after.. that portal event or stuff like that? He cannot be this crazy to think about that.

Bubbles: "It ain't your fault that you got thrown into this world long before all of.. this. Though i have to say, this is already too much for us to handle. 

Well, ain't he right about this? Although they still must thread through the fields shrouded in silence and the chaotic ambience afar. Gunshots that sounds like hundreds of firelocks firing in a volley pattern so rapid, it seemed that whoever fired those must've been a perfectly coordinated and disciplined army. The rest of the ambience consists of the hollering yelps of people succumbing, rhythmic eerie screams that is not performed by any human, let alone an animal(aka emergency sirens), and a rumbling noise from afar.. it's getting louder.. and louder. 

At the Character's left side, was a German vehicle that survived two of the greatest wars in this world. It's wheels screeching against the dry farmland that made it evaporate into dust of the earth. Emerged from the object are two Robloxian figures that seemed to share a surviving trooper's uniform. 

Madster: "Hört alle zu! Hier ist es nicht mehr sicher! Diese verdammten Huren und Geilböcke haben dieses Land, durch das wir beide stundenlang gekommen sind, schon ruiniert. Verlasst Frankreich!" (All of you! Listen! This place ain't safe anymore! Those damn whores and hornies already bastardized this country that us both took hours to get through. Leave France!)

Kévin: "Et qui êtes-vous pour nous dire cela?" (And who are you to say that to us?)

English: "Hold your tempers right there, monsieurs and gentlemen. Allow me to do the honors with my multilingual knowledge, and make this communication language barrier as nothing short of my warmup." 

Wallace: "Sure, only if you're not a walking omen yourself for this time! Hmmph!"

Gromit: *sighs in silence*

After the language gap being successfully bridged on due to English's 'masterful' multilingual skills along a timeskip authorized by the writer of this fic, we get yet another timeskip to where they ended up somewhere within Paris itself due to navigational and enviromental misfortunes. The 8 of them found the now-closed gateway of the Catacombs de Paris, with Wallace and Gromit being the door-opening crew as the rest fend off the incoming Freaksters for the sake of their bums and virginity. 

Wallace: "Alright, lad. Nice and quick." 

Gromit: *glues a Mauser cartridge onto the chains binded by the lock before pulling out a hammer, getting ready to smack that thing into a bang*

Nathan: "MIR SIND DIE PATRONEN AUSGEGANGEN!" (I'VE RAN SHORT OF ROUNDS!)

Wallace: "Uhmm.. are yer sure about this idea, mate?"

Without the latter hesitating, he slammed that cartridge and a BANG!!! erupted between the chains, effectively destroying the lock.

Bubbles: "BACK! FALL BACK!!"

Gesturing a retreat signal in the form of his arm waving a backwards direction, the defenders rushed back and quickly scrambled to close that gate. Both the Freakster crowd and the Characters inside the catacombs are now in a push of war. Kévin and Adrien both impaling every single Freakster that's already near, weakening the other side. However, a random Freakster female Character (that i am not naming for safety reasons) emerged above the crowd and...

WARNING! DEPICTED "VILE ACT" AHEAD! Read at your own wariness.

..aimed her 'entrance' at the French, before squirting her fluids at the latter. 

Kévin: *frantically wipes his face out of panic* "AAAGGGGAAAAHHHHHH!!! NNNGGHHHHH!!" 

Madster: "WAS ZUM TEUFEL IST DAS FÜR EINE ABSCHEULICHE HANDLUNG?!" (THE HELL IS THAT GROSS ACT!!)

Kévin: "NNGGHHHHHH HAAAHAAAHHHH..!!"

Adrien: "VOUS DEVEZ TOUS DÉJÀ ASSEZ MAUDITS!!" (ALL OF YOU MUST BE ALREADY DAMNED ENOUGH!!)

Kévin: "....rrrRRRRRGGGHHHHH!! DONNEZ-LEUR DE L'ACIER!!!!!" (GIVE 'EM STEEL!!!!!)

HHRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Their fury ablaze reminiscent of the Officer's rage,

their blades and bullets tear,

forward against flesh.

A retaliatory might,

over an act so vile,

with bodies of the lustful,

all fall down.

Their blood flows free,

grounded cartridges soaked in red,

blades stain from what they slain,

and the gate locked shut again.

Forward they march,

into the dark that hides all,

with prayers echoing,

hoping no malice is hidden within.

(Have to admit, this poems quite cringe <\3)

(Edit: Have to end this here. Sorry for this blithering chapter that took me too long to finish. I'll try and give a compensation by making that second chapter soon. :)