(A small note for anyone new; Deltaquest is very free-form, every post is a write-in! You can do anything physically possible, though you aren't protected from the results.)

(And once again, I apologize for the couple months I've been gone)

>>5224594
>Proceed to the next room.

>>5224917
>+1

>>5224917
Let's stretch our legs after all this time doing nothing

>>5224917
+1

>>5224612
Flip our revolver around and do tricks with it.

There wasn't much time for this! You couldn't just stick around and do nothing while Noelle was still trapped!

Giving only a nod, you sped to the next room, past two long tables being set by giant bird-creatures, who chide, "Tut tut. No running in the Halls."

Ignoring them, you continue, finally catching up with Susie, who was holding a sickly Lancer out to...Ralsei?
Oh. That's where he was.

Suddenly Lancer freezes, and Susie has to set the now-stone Spade down.

The blood and adrenaline rushing in your ears makes you miss most of the conversation, only making out "School", "Castletown", and "Fix".

Eventually Berdly shows up once again, explaining that Queen was going to take Noelle to the roof, and make her into a Peon.

You were gonna make that Blue Rustbucket's head into a trash can!

Speeding deeper into this Labyrinthian Palace, you enter a room with another large screen, showing Queen's face. You fire at it twice, disabling it before she could even talk.

"Damn, that was nice!" Susie called as music blasted throughout the hall, decorated with pictures of Quee-


WAS THAT ONE BREATHING FREAKING FIRE!?
-

You escape the painting hallways with...relative ease, the only difficult parts being your singed arm, and the army-crawl you were forced to do.

Thank Pa Noelle didn't see that...

You finally reach...another screen. You almost summon your revolver once again, before Queen appears on this one as well.

"Wait Hold On." She said, 'peace' signs speckling her visor, "Don't Shoot Yet I Still Haven't Told You The Rules!"

"One Respect The Pottery
Two-" She was cut off by an axe splitting the screen. "Susie!" Ralsei admonished. The lizard shrugged. "Hey, destroying stuff is fun."

The next room is filled with vases in the shape of Queen's face. It seems like they were set up so you'd have to swerve around them as you ran...

There was only one Question...


>To respect the pottery, or not to respect the pottery?

(Sorry about Queen's Mansion being a bit lackluster, there aren't as many branching paths as there were in, say, Cyber City, but it'll definitely get better)

>>5225399
>Respect the pottery ... by mercy killing it with our revolver.

>>5225399
Eh, leave the pots alone. For now. Can we steal some fruits? I got some ideas for the future.

>>5225399
>Target practice.

>>5225399
>Respect the pottery.
No need to be petty. Besides they might break anyway during a fight if one were to happen, so why waste a potential stylish highlight to a battle.

>>5225399
>>5225472
switching to no pot shots

>>5225399
>Respect the pottery.
We can use one as a spitoon later, perhaps?

You get an ominous feeling from the pottery. It needs to be respected.

Swerving between the weirdly placed vases, you turn the corner and step onto a black and white checkered strip over the carpet. "What's this fo-"

You're cut off as a robotic hand places a vase upon your hat, and you can feel how unsteady it is up there.

Flicking your eyes back up, you see five of those Red-Suited bird guys from earlier. They're all politely standing, watching your every move. "Please respect the pottery." The one to your left says.

"Look, Del, don't let that thing fall!" You can hear Beta say, a strange tone of panick perverting his monotone. You don't look behind you, as you're afraid of letting the vase fall, disrespecting the pottery.

From the size of the bird fellas, you don't wanna disrespect the pottery.

>Roll me a 1d20! 10 or below, it's disrespected! 11 or above, it's respected! First come, first serve!

>Or let it fall, if you'd like. I mean, it's not like they'd actually beat you up....right?

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>5225832
AAAAHH!

>>5226036
lmao

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>>5226129
fuck me man, first roll of the thread and shit's already fucked.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>5225832
I'm not gonna get a 20, but fuck that

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>5225832
I'm here to save us

(Remember anons, it's okay to fail if its funny! Lol)

With the eyes of the bird-men boring into you as you walk cautiously across the Hall, you didn't want to drop the vase. It teeters for a moment, and you can hear a muttered 'Shit!'. Probably from Susie.

You take a sharp turn, and it almost falls! Thankfully some quick thinking you rush to your left as to counteract the tipping.

Finally, you see another five bird men, all staring just as intently as the first five. Sweating, you cross the last checkered line, and take a deep sigh. "Phew!"

Susie grins down at you. "Nice!" She says, almost giving you a friendly punch, before a realizing that it would topple the vase. "Yeah, it sure was a hard Jo-" You said, lifting your hat to wipe your forehead, toppling the vase. For a beat, you all stand still...until Susie yells, "SCATTER!"


And you ran into the next room, braving...a busy indoor highway? And no, no matter who says what, you were NOT afraid of the indoor highway, and you did NOT hold Ralsei's hand while crossing it. You didn't.

Eventually, you make it up another floor, through a dining area, and into a large but empty banquet hall. Finally reaching the doors on the other side, Queen's face appears on two large screens, surrounding the door. "Welcome To My Extravagant Dining Bonanza" She says in her horrible aloof tone.

Tables with one platter each suddenly appeared in the room, and your jaw dropped at the utterly gargantuan amount of tables and platters.

"Only One Of These Delicious Platters has the Key

Im Sure Searching Will Be An Addicting Game Of Chance!" She says, before the screens cut out.

"What!? How in the Sam Hill are we gonna find that key!?" You yell in a cowboy rage, which is not a tantrum. You needed to save Noelle!

"We've just gotta keep searching, I guess." Beta replies.

>ROLL ME A 1D100
>Please

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>5226948
Glad to see this back

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>5226948

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>5226948

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>5226948
Start pocketing food. Free food!

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>5226948

>87. Lucky!

You rummage, lifting the cover off of the platters closest to you. Sadly, you find no key, nor any food...man, it's been a while since you last ate. And that wasn't very filling either, it just...healed you.

By PA, you could use a good ol' stew. Or Mrs.Toriel's pie.

After a good ten minutes of searching, you find it. A key! Holding it up triumphantly, you yell, "Hey fellers! I found that K-" before a fluffy white dog jumps out from under a table and grasps it between its teeth, diving under the table.

You hear Ralsei call out. "Not to put any uneeded pressure on you, but...where's the key?"

"That Dog-Gone Dog has i-WOAH!" You yell, as the dog runs toward you and the party, carrying the table on it's back.

You and your friends are flipped onto the table, and forced along this wild ride as the dog runs faster than Doggenly possible. Dog Dog Dog Dog Dog.

The tables flip and crash as the Dog takes you all for a joyride, crashing through the door and knocking down any wayward birdmen which had gotten in it's way.

Finally, you flip off the table as the Dog smashes into the wall, and scrambles into the wall.

"Everyone alright?" Kris asks, and Ralsei and Susie both reply in the positive. "Damn, that was cool!" The lizard replied, "D'you think we can go again?"

You respond by vomiting onto the carpet.

-------

After a period of time where you've travelled throughout the maze of a palace, you reach a hall with two bookshelves in it, and Berdly standing next to the second.

"Gamers, Girl Gamer, glad to see you're unwounded... Now, let us hasten!" He says, pulling a book titled 'How to Hide Doors', and the bookshelves moved aside.

"This is a secret passageway to the roof.There, we can enrescuefy Lady Noelle!" Berdly says triumphantly, the smug look on his face less annoying than usual.

"Uh, okay." Susie says, stomping over to the passageway. "C'mon G-"

"Actually! Uh...Del, Kris and his lackey, you have to distract Queen!" Berdly says, as if he'd just pulled that idea out of his tail feathers.

"Wait, Noelle's like, babysitting him or something. Shouldn't we take the kid?" Susie interjects.

You can hear an almost silent snicker from Beta.

>Do you stay with Kris/Beta or take the passageway?

>>5226952
(I'm glad it's back too, I missed running this quest!)

>>5228128
Go save Noelle. She is waifu!

>>5228128
Give the bird out best Eastwood stare. Something ain't right with that plan. Is he planning on betraying us again?

>>5228128
Go with Berd, let Kris and Ralsei have their moment.

>>5228128
We gotta go get noelle

>>5228128
first this >>5228367
then
>Go save Noelle!

You squint at Berdly, staring directly into his eyes. This...sounded strange. Berdly in general was acting strange. "I'll come too, I've gotta be there for 'er!" You said, not wanting to leave your future wife in peril.

And so, you enter the dark, dank passageway, Berdly's armor glowing in the dark. Heh. Tacky.

It's silent for a moment, but Berdly starts talking. "Susan? Do you happen to remember the 'LoveQuest' Dragonblazers 2 DLC-"

Susie cut him off with a snort, "Pfft, no. Who the Hell actually buys a romance DLC? That's just for lonely losers."

Berdly seems a little taken aback, but seems to accept it. "True..."

What was going on? Berdly's acting real, real strange. And, nobody is talking to you, despite you being right there with them.

Not to say you needed to be the center of attention, but a little bit of it would be nice.

"Maybe, Susan," you can hear Berdly say, breaking the award silence. "Maybe after all of this is over, you and I can... talk about our shared enjoyment of Dragon Blazers at my h-"

"Looks like the tunnel splits." Susie interrupted. She hadn't even been listening, and seemed a bit annoyed. "Hey, Berdly. Why don't you go right while me and the kid go left?" She offered.

"W-wait, can't w-" "Sweet, yell if you need us. Or don't." She says, cutting Berdly off and grabbing you by your vest, taking off to the left. Once you were a good enough distance from Berdly, she set you down.

It was pitch black, but she seemed to navigate fine. "So, uh...did Kris' mom adopt you too? I mean, you're human and all." She says bluntly, though you know it definitely wasn't meant in a specist way.

Her boyfriend(?) is human, after all. Kinda.

>Conversation in a pitch black, damp, smelly tunnel, right after Berdly was cockblocked by Susie's inability to give a shit.
>Life is strange

>>5229191
>"I.. don't think so? I got..."
Can we say dad? Don't choke.
>"A parent. Singular."
>"How long have you known Kris? What do you know about them?"

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>5229191
Wait....wait....
Oh. Oh! OOOHHH! Berdly likes Suzie. This is good for us. That mean Kris get his goat girl (boy?) friend, Birdly gets Suzie, and we get our wife Noelle. Or, then Kris, Bird boy and fembarnie would be in a weird love triangle....hmmm.

I think we're adopted??? Gotta talk to her more about it, but more or less adopted. So hey that about that Berdly fellah. You could probably beat him in a fight, but do you think you can beat him in a fighting game?

rolling for finding pocket lint off the ground.

>>5229191
You know it's really unclear. Why's she asking anyway? She want a family members blessing for her and Kris or something?

>>5229224
+1
We're not adopted, just temporarily being looked-after till our dad shows up at the very end of Deltarune Chapter 7

Yeah, we don't really know kris for that long. Toriel just took us off the street.

>>5229224
+1

You take a second to respond. Would you be choked, like last time you tried to explain your uh...situation.

Keeping it short and simple was probably best.

"Uh, well, I've got a Pa. Just my Pa but uh, I ain't living with him. And Mrs.Toriel let me stay at her house." You tentatively explain. Okay, you weren't choked yet, that was a great sign.

Susie's a little silent for a moment. "Alright..." she says a little slowly. Did your tone weird her out a little? Dang it!

It's not like you can explain why you were so hesitant to tell.

"...We really shoulda hit some sort of exit by n-FUCK!" She cursed, having been cut off by a metallic 'DONG!'.

It was dark, and you couldn't see too well, but you're pretty sure Susie ran into a ladder. You stifle a giggle, as you two climb up to...Noelle, hopefully.

Susie moves a brick that was laid over the ladder-hole, and you hear the wind howling. You've reached the roof.

You've been here before, so Susie follows you this time, as you lead her to the room you and Noelle were in, so long ago.

They taped the door back on. No clue how that works.

Entering...you find Noelle in danger! She's surrounded by two Were-Wires, ready to attack Noelle, while the latter was sitting on her bed!

Those low-down varmints probably tried to catch her off guard!


Quickly, you fire two shots, hitting the wire of the one on the left. Susie slashes down with her great axe, and a cutting sliver of energy severs the wire of the one on the right.

"Del? S-Susie!? You... you saved me?" She said, seeming a little dumbfounded. In her defense; your entrance was really cool.

"Yeah, don't get used to it." Susie jokes with a smug grin.

"Um, okay, I-I won't..!" She says quickly, a blush on her face. Wow, she must be really happy to see you!

>Reliable Narration

>>5230414
Spin your revolver and blow at the hot barrel before holstering. God you feel soo cool.
>"You're welcome lil' lady. Now lets skedaddle n' regroup with tha gang before the pinkertons sniff out where we're at."
Poke the Were-Wires....are they dead?

>>5230517
+1

>>5230517
+1
And what, we just skipped Tasque Manager entirely? I'd figure Del would see them as an expert cattle rustler with that whip of hers

>>5230517
When we cut the werewires wire they turn back into those pink blocky things.

>>5230718
Thank god.

>>5230639
Think we could convince her to give us her whip?

>>5230517
>this but dont bother with the obviously alive plug people

You blow on the smoking barrel before spinning it, and allowing the revolver to disappear before you dropped it.

Pa, you were cool!

"Yer welcome there, lil lady! Naow, let's skedaddle and regroup with tha gang before them Pinkertons sniff out where we're at." You say, flicking your hat and giving your best 'dashing grin'.

She smiles down at you, with a little smile on her face. "Oh, Del, we don't have to hurry. I've figured out what this place is." She said, looking back out the window.

Susie looks a little surprised, and opens her mouth to respond. But before she can, Noelle adds on to her claim.

"This is all my dream." She stated, matter-o-factly. "I mean, Del having a revolver? Being kidnapped? Susie being in my bedroom? Definetly a dream!" She said, giggling softly.

"Er, Noelle, ah know this was all really we-" you say, before you're interrupted by Susie.

"Yup, you're having a dream. Like, a really messed up one." She said, before she realized Noelle's last reason. "Wait, what about me being in your bedroom?"

Noelle hopped off her bed, shrugging. "The real Susie wouldn't come with Del to save me." She said, "Susie probably doesn't care about me."

Susie's raised an eyebrow. "And why ,uh, do you think that?" She asked.

"Uh, because Susie doesn't really care about anyone?" She said, with a pretty amused look on her face.

"I think she cares about Kris and that effem- ow!" You begin to say, before Susie steps lightly on your foot. 'Lightly' is relative. She's a big lizard.

"Yeah, FAIR, she's really badass that way." She said with a toothy grin, before giving a light cough. She had switched into second person, taking her role as 'dream Susie' to heart. "But...uh...did you ever wonder why she didn't pick on you?"

Susie had never picked on Noelle? Your respect for her rose slightly, after the dip it had just taken from her stepping on your foot.

But then again, who could bully Noelle? She's just too perfect. You couldn't even find a flaw to take advantage of! Really, you were lucky to be her future husband.

Noelle gave a light sigh, staring to the side as if she was imagining being picked on by Susie. She was blushing, from embarrassment you figured.

"Maybe, it's cause when she first came to class, you lent her one of your pencils. Like, a dumb, uh, candycane-looking one." She coughs lightly into her fist. "And even though it didn't taste like peppermint, she uh, remembered your smile. And decided to spare you. Y'know." She said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head.

"That sounds...really specific!" Noelle laughed good-naturedly.

You're caught up on one detail. "You ATE the doggone pencil!?" You exclaim, joining in on Noelle's laughter.

"Hey! It wa- wait, do you dream about me a lo-" Susie began to ask, before Noelle cut her off. "WELL TIME FOR ME TO GET BACK TO MY PROJECT!"

>Continued in next post

>>5231428
Noelle stands between you and Susie. "Susie, can you hit me with your axe? Or maybe Del could shoot me? Oh! Throwing me out the window could wake me up!" She said, and you're mortified at the thought.

"Noelle, we can't do that!" You quickly yell, and she cocks her head. "Why not? Del, I still have to make sure you're alright when I wake up."

Thankfully, Susie quickly corrals her with an arm to the right side of the room. "We uh, still have to hang out for a bit longer!"

"We can uh, go right...to this...giant...ferris wheel. Which is covered in hearts." Susie says slowly.

"Waking up can wait!" Noelle says quickly.

"Wasn't that where my doggy-bed was before?" You ask, confused on how you didn't notice that.

In the end, you figured that if there was a God, he probably enjoyed plot convenience.

Anyhow, a blushing Noelle is the first to get on, and Susie follows suit. You're the third, but... there's only enough room for two people on the seats.

You were faced with three choices; sit on the cramped floor, or on someone's lap.

>The embarrassment and discomfort varies with each option

>>5230639
(I'm incompetent so I've completely forgotten about her, but we'll find our favorite organizer soon)

>>5231436
>Sit on Susie's lap
"This is demeaning. Well, at least Beta isn't watching..."

>>5231428
>Sit on Susie's lap
She's a big girl.

>>5231436
If you're thinking we could waste the opportunity to sit close to our waifu, you're insane

Sit on Noelle's lap

>>5231436
Sit on the floor unless someone offers a lap. We're a tough little cowpoke, we can put up with a mild inconvenience to keep the ladies comfortable.

>>5231436
>Sit on Susie's lap
Whisper to Susie. Should we tell her this is all not a dream?

>>5231588
+1

>>5231447
For you

>>5231436
>Sit on the floor

>>5231582
I'm just comparing the relative size of our sprites and that would be really awkward.
We aren't that much smaller than Kris.

(Looks like we have a tie; which is good in a sense, because it gives us all an excuse to take a break for Easter

Happy Easter everyone! Go out there, meet with your family, hunt for eggs, eat jelly beans that a magic rabbit shit out, and most importantly...

Have fun :D)

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1 = Susie's Lap
2 = Floor Gang

You choose to sit on the floor. More toward Noelle's end of course, as Susie has...well, you don't wanna be rude none, but she's a giant lizard. So you'd be in the right mind, assuming she has giant legs.

There's a lurch as the wheel starts moving, and you shudder. Jeez, this Ferris Wheel seemed big. And...well, the last time you were all high up was on them carts.

The less said about them, the better.

You get up on your knees to look out the window, and see the expanse of Cyber City...even with your hatred of heights, you can't help but be in awe.

You sit back down though, and hold onto Noelle's leg for comfort. You can feel her shaking lightly.

Susie opens and closes her mouth, clearly thinking of what to say. "Uh, Ferris Wheels, huh? Kinda makes you wonder what car they were built for. Cause, uh, they're so big." She finished with a nervous grin.

You object. "Coulda been for a big ol' wagon." Which is of course, the better option. No, you didn't have a grudge against cars. You did not.

"I mean, I haven't seen any wagons, this place has a crap-ton of cars. I mean, me, Kris, and Ralsei almost got hit by one of those fuck-...frickers." She points out, censoring herself as her eyes flick down to you.

Why'd she do that? Noelle was dainty, but you were sure she could handle a little toilet language.

She looked over to Noelle, who was silent this whole time. "...What's wrong? You afraid of heights?"

Noelle blushed, quickly shaking her head. "No! No, I...I love heights! Haha!" She said.

Susie paused. "You're, uh, shaking."

"Well, um. Maybe I'm a little scared. But... To be honest, I actually like scary things." She said, the blush on her face never leaving as she looked over to Susie.

Of course you couldn't blame her, admitting a fear of heights in front of anyone would be embarrassing. Much less the girlfriend of another friend.

Also, Noelle liked scary things? Honestly, with being kidnapped, almost attacked multiple times, and...falling into this Dark World, she must have had the time of her life then.

Maybe for the honeymoon, you should kidnap her?

>Anything to say to your In-Law or crush, loverboy?

>>5235263
You are a confused eight something year old boy. Ask Susie who's our bro Kris dating. We know he's really chummy with Susie, but he's also chummie with that goat girl Ralsei. I refuse to acknowledge anyone that adorable is a manly man.

This is a need to bro thing, we need ammo we can use to tease him to no end.

>>5235263
Ask Susie about Kris. We could use some ideas to get him less standoff-ish with us and she's dating him so she must have some good info

>>5235263
We can ask Soos later. Let's talk with Noelle and see if she's okay.

>>5235486
+1

"Hey Susie? Can ya tell me about B-Kris? He's all mexican-standoffish with me an stuff." You ask, placing your hat on your lap.

Susie snickers. "Pfft, c'mon. Kris likes everyone!

...except for That 'Rules' guy. And King. And that Sans guy...and me, before yesterday." She said, "Huh."

"Well uh, Kris is a nice guy, I guess. He's all about that whole 'being nice' thing. I mean, I do it too, but I'm not like, as gung-ho about it. Oh! Moss. Dude fu-freaking loves moss." She said, snapping her fingers on the last point.

Moss? Did he like the way it felt or something?

Noelle chimes in. "He likes to pull pranks too... or at least he used to, back when we were little." She reminisced. "I remember, one time he hid under my bed until it was bedtime, and jumped out to scare me!" She giggled at the memory.

"It was just when I got over my fear of humans under my bed, too!"

You all share a little laugh at that.

"So, maybe I should pull a prank on 'em? Think that'll get him to be less of a butt?" You ask, brain already working full-time to get a great idea for a prank...

You could wait till he's asleep and put his hand in some warm water...no, too gross. You could hide under his bed...no, it's unoriginal.

"You could like, give him a wedgie or something?" Susie suggests. But you shake your head; that's less of a prank and more of an invite to get punched.

Susie shrugged, "I mean, don't be afraid to go crazy, it's gonna be funny either way." She grinned.

Noelle chimed in, "I wish I could do crazy stuff like that!" She said with her little smile.

"Yeah? If you could do something really crazy right now, what would you do?" Susie responded after a moment of indecisiveness.

Noelle thought for a moment. "Well I'd...I'd jump out the window!"

You wrap your arms around her leg, as Susie exclaims, "Huh!?"

Noelle continues. "Then I'd grow wings, and fly away, till I could see the whole skyline of Cyber City." She said.

Oh...that did sound beautiful.

After she assured you two that she wouldn't jump out of the window, the conversation continued on with Susie admitting her own dreams as Susie-Zilla, and Noelle noticing her...tail?

Jeez, she could hide that thing well!

Anyway, the ride finally stopped, and you exited first. You stood on shaky legs, finally getting used to unmoving land again.

As Noelle and Susie stepped out, you held the former's hand as you all took in the skyline.

Susie was the first to speak. "Well, that wasn't too bad."

You nodded, and Noelle sighed. "I wish I could have dreams like this every day." She said, wistfully. She probably thought she was gonna wake up any minute now.

This was your chance.
"Uh, Noelle...it doesn't have ta stay one of them...dreams. M-Maybe when you wake up, we can mosey on down t-"

You're interrupted by a frantic fluttering sound, and you all look to the east, where Berdly himself is fluttering down with a rose clenched in his beak.

OH PA DAMN IT
>According to all known laws of aviation

>>5236478
Hmm, can we just continue? He probably likes that there susie girl.

>>5236478
Well now that Berdly caught up we have no time to waste and should get moving.

>>5236672
We might not get along but that's no reason to let someone hit on our brothers girl, even if she's more than capable of handling herself.

>>5236478
Why don't we mosey on over to the tin can, after all noelle is safe with us

>>5236749
+1

>>5236478
Be Berdly's Wingman. Explain that Susie is into fighting games and that We'd like to see who can kick whos as harder in Street Fighter.

>>5237227
That'd be mighty unkind to beta

"Noelle! My Lady! The Cavalry has arrived to rescue you!" Berdly announces, the rose falling from his teeth and off of the platform, to the depths below. You peek over, and see...carpet? Was there an open-air section of the mansion down there?

"Oh. The good part of the dream is over." Noelle mutters to herself, as Susie looks quite annoyed. "It's fine! Berdly's gonna help! We're allies now!" She says through grit teeth.

Part of you wonders if she was reassuring herself.

"Yes! Don't worry Noelle! I'm stupid now." He says with a heroic grin on his face. "Now ya are?" You ask, eyebrow raised. You were pretty sure he was before.

"Yeah, look, we have to go save the day now, alright?" Susie said, picking you up and holding you under her arm. Like a small chest, or barrel of liquor. "Hey, wait, why're you pickin-"

"GERONIMO!" Susie yells as she jumps off the platform.

You screech like the nine year old that you are on the way down, as the wind rushes past you. You knew you'd probably come back, but it didn't make it less scary. You waited for the inevitable splat as you closed your eyes.

When suddenly, you stopped. You're set on the ground, where you fall back onto your behind, hands shakily supporting you.

"Didja miss me?" You could hear Susie say. Opening your eyes, you see a smug Susie, a surprised Kris, and an almost-flattened Ralsei on the ground. Oh. He broke your fall.

Ralsei picks his face up off the carpet to practice sarcasm. "Of course not!" He said, before suddenly smiling, "Just kidding! That was sarcasm! I missed you!"

Susie shakes her head. "Man, we gotta work on your delivery."

Beta/Kris looks down to you. "Did you drop Del? He's been quiet." He notes in his monotone.

"A-ahm fine..." You say, giving a thumbs up, before passing out.
-------

Ten minutes later, after many reassurances from Ralsei that it was normal to be shocked after such a huge fall, you're all back on the warpath. Facing peons of the Queen, and deadly traps, you finally make your way to an open-air patio of sorts, though 'fighting squares would be more fitting, as it had no furniture.

To the north laid a spire of black liquid. That must be one of them 'Dark Fountains.' It was...real purdy in a strange way.

In the middle of the square was the Blue Rustbucket herself; Queen. She lounged in her flying chair. "Ah My Sweet Idiot Children." She says, "You're Just In Time To Witness My World Domination. With Noelle In My Posession, It Is Only A Matter Of Time Until Her Will Turns. Then She Will Unleash Her Power, Blanketing The World In-"

"HAH!" You yell, a smug look on your face. "Yer too late, ya Got Dang big blue trashcan! Noelle's free, an' we got Berdly protecting her."

Queen's grin somehow turns even more anger inducing. "Oh? Who's This?" She says, and something descends from the sky.

Its...Berdly! But he's got something stuck to his face...a wire? That Queen sunova... she's got em under her control.

>cont in next post

>>5237737
Susie and Ralsei jump back in shock. You and Beta/Kris however, stand still. While Kris was doing so because wrangling emotions out of him was impossible, you were doing so out of sheer disappointment.

"Really..? It's been just over thirty minutes..." You mutter.

"I Know Right? Either I'm Great Or He's Incompetent." Queen replied, her visor flashing 'LMAO'. "Lmao Both Are True."

Susie whips out her axe, and you all get ready to fight. "Oh yeah!? Well you just gave us two reasons to kick your ass!" She bellowed.

Queen's smile fades. "Battle Scan... Four Enemies. You'd kick; My Ass. Hmm. Calling In Miniboss." She said, and a pair of legs slammed down from the sky. Followed slowly by a torso...it was a furry!?

A robot furry!?

It carried a rolled up whip, and let the weapon loose, cracking the whip mere feet away from you. "So you're the intruders messing up our *well organized* system?" She purred dangerously.

Queen raised a glass of green liquid, and you knew it was about to go down.

>A battle of unforeseen proportions!
>A wired Berdly, a Tasque Manager, and the Queen!? Buckle up buckaroo.

>>5237227
>Be Berdly's Wingman

Heh

Hehe

>>5237743
>ACT- Shoot Berdly's wire!

>>5237771
+1

>>5237743
>ACT- Tip hat to Tasque Manager, and compliment that expert cattle rustler! She's clearly one with that whip of hers

>>5237949
+1

>>5237743
I'll back >>5237949

>>5237751
ArwingMan

>>5237949
+1

yee haw

>>5237949
supporting this

(Sorry for the short update, my stomach is killing me. Not literally, but I'll let you know a day or so after if it kills me)

You're a bit preoccupied with something. You let out a low whistle as the battle rages around you, tipping your hat to the newcomer. "Boy Howdy, you must be one good cattle rustler with that there whip."

Tasque Manager, who had reared back her hand to whip the living shit of you, stopped. With a feline grin, she wrapped the whip around her floating blue hand. "Of course I'd be a good one, I'm well experienced in keeping things in order..." she said, and you could hear a squeak from your right; probably Ralsei.

"Have ya ever actually handled cattle?" You ask. You haven't either.

"Well, I handle the tasques and keep them in order. Sometimes they're disorderly, but they're all good boys when I start cracking my whip." She says; matter-o-factly. Despite the battle raging on, you can hear another squeak from Ralsei. Huh. Wonder what that's about.

Either way, Tasque Manager doesn't seem too keen to fight you in particular, but ya don't really wanna fight a fellow cow(or tasque)poke yourself...

>What do?

>>5238742
We gotta real nice trojan horse back outta tha city. She leaves the fight 'lone, we let her ride our prize stallion. We gotta deal lady?

>>5238742
Keep up the conversation, talk about the cat we saw when we first arrived

>>5238980
+1

>>5238861
>>5238980
+1

>>5238742
>"Today is friday... In California"
>SHOOT

>>5238861
I don't think she'd be very comfortable around
a computer virus.

>>5239435
She's a task manager, so she's either not going to see him at all or be able to control him.

Plus i think it's a funny thing to say.

"Yannow, I've got a real purdy Trojan Horse back...that-way." You say, waving behind you. "If ya quit fightin', I'll let ya ride her." You offer generously, referring to Patsy Cline.

She noticeably grimaces. "I'd rather...not. Instead, why don't you give up, and I'll let you pet the tasques?" She counter-offers.

You shake your head. "Nah, I've had my fair share of cat back in the city. One of them attacked me, right in an alley!"

Tasque Manager groaned. "Oh, that was Tasqothy, he's...a special one. I swear, trying to keep that one in line is like herding cats- well, it literally is." She shrugged, and you snicker a little.

This is nice, really nice. You almost forgot about the fight going on, until Susie yells at you.

"GOD DAMN IT, DEL CAN YOU DO SOMETHING?" She yelled, the ends of her hair looking burnt, as if by splashes of acid.

"Same For You Tasque Manager", Queen said, "We've Got Worlds To Conquer And Faces To Turn Into Robot Faces"

Tasque Manager unfurled her whip with a CRACK! "Sorry, I wouldn't like to lose my job. No hard feelings?"

"Absolutely no offense taken." You say, tipping your hat as you summon your six-shooter.

>You've learned a lesson faster than Susie did
>You're filled with a strange sense of pride
>Anyhow, fights aren't won by thinking
>What do?

>>5241096
Welp. I guess it's time to start shootin. Let's get that target practice in on Berdly's Wire. First, if we can

>>5241103
+1

It's about time we had an 'shoot the noose' moment

>>5241103
support, lets get shootin

>>5241103
+1

>>5241423
We're pulling a Blondie and Tuco?

>>5241103
+1
Save the Berd

You take no time in firing at Berdly's wire, the damage on said object growing. The casing had already been pierced, and thanks to your efforts, the copper wiring was half-frayed.

You blow smoke off the tip of your gun, as Berdly turns toward you; face still plugged.

You felt a small chill.

If that Wire was controlling Berdly, then it could be competent.

Your fears are proven right as 'Berdly' lifts his hand, summoning tornados. But...HOLY CRAP THEY'RE FAST!

>And accurate!
>roll 1d100, best out of three!

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>5242423
DODGE!

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>5242423

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>5242423

>>5242455
>>5242627
Sweet Dubs

>>5242429
>>5242455
>>5242627
>Lucky Bastard; you beat the DC!

You duck left, duck right, just barely dodging the whirling tornadoes sent out by your currently controlled comrade.

To your right you can see Susie trying desperately to hop between squares in a little diamond on the floor, connected to Tasque Manager's whip. Her reaction time...left a bit to be desired.

To the right of Susie you can see Kris lifting up what looks to be a plastic bottle of 'Susie Tea', in a toast. Queen followed suit, drinking some of her green acid, and depleting a shield that floated before her.

>What do?
(Sorry for the short update, my Cat is missing and I am trying to find her)

>>5243663
Keep shooting the wire, it's almost snapped

Also hope you find your cat soon!

>>5243663
backing >>5243807
>my Cat is missing and I am trying to find her
Who would let their cat outside?

>>5243807
>+1
Also good luck with your cat.

>>5243663
>use your big shot on the shield
You have to get rid of it to end the fight and this faster than Acting.

Shit fuck I completely forgot this existed
So glad its still alive

>>5243807
Supporting this. Also if your cat stays indoors most of the time, they probably won't go far outside and usually come back sooner or later.

(Important cat update; found her, pet her, fed her, and she's happy again :D)

You fire at the wire once more, hoping to free Berdly from the Dastardly Dang...you can't think of a word that begins with D. Director-of-power?

Anyhow, you fire! Severing the wire, as Berdly collapses to the floor, the plug falling off and rolling to the side uselessly. Berdly shakily stands up.

It all stops...

"Oh S-H-I-T

Running Battle Simulation; 5 V 2

You'd Kick: My Ass..." Queen announced, hopping off of her chair and pointing behind you. "Oh No What That?"

You all look behind, desperate to know what could make even Queen say 'Oh No' to find...nothing. You all looked back toward Queen to see her running off goofily, her regal laugh echoing.

"C-come back you cowardice!" He says, dropping to his knees. "Ugh...that plug, it's sucked out all of my...succulent energetic juices." He moaned, as Kris/Beta cringed.

"Please don't phrase it like that." He says, and you have to agree with his sentiment. Getting your blood sucked out was gross. That's what he meant, right?

Suddenly, Berdly falls to the side, laying prone on his back. "Berdly!" Susie shouts, "Hey! You alright, man?!"

You stare down at Berdly in shock...no, he can't be...

Berdly mutters something. "Everything...getting dark.. Only..." He swallow hard, "Only...the kiss of a beautiful Gamer Girl can save me now." He says, eyes closed, beak ready for said kiss.

"Berdly..." Susie said, kneeling over him.

"What'd you say? I get that you're all screwed up from the wire, but speak up, man. One of your tornadoes bashed me in the ear, it's still ringing and I can't hear jack shi-shoot."

Susie quickly stands. "Look, we gotta save Noelle, so uh, see you." She follows after Queen.

You and Kris are left staring at Berdly, who sits up with a sigh. "I can read her heart, just like a health meter. And it's beating, beating for love!" He announces. "But, I'll have to stay here for now; I uh...can't really walk very well." He admits. "May you three be incredibly stupid!" He wished you well.

You, Kris, and Ralsei follow Susie's example, your disgust almost as heavy as Kris/Beta's silent anger. You catch up with Susie, and you're all ready to KICK SOME ROBOT BEHIND! YEEHAW!

You feel the world stall for a second, as if time and space had a quicksave.

>Anything you'd like to say or do before anything important?

>>5245113
Hey, where's Tasque Manager?

>>5245220
+1
She's a nice bloke

>>5245113
>>5245220
Yea we need to see if she knows any rope tricks!

>>5245220
+1

>>5245220
+1, get the cat herder on our side.

>>5245220
find kot handler

>>5245240
I also like seeing the meaning of her words completely go over del's head

Wait. Where was that Tasque Manager?

You turn back to see her looking down at a resting Berdly with disdain. "One second y'all, I'll be right back," you say, as you walk to the whip-equipped cat woman.

"Hey there...whatchya doing?" You ask.

She shrugs, or at least, you think she does. It's hard to tell the lack of arms and all. "Waiting. Either you win against Queen, or she turns you all into peons. In both outcomes, I won't fight you, which is something I prefer."

"THEN WHY'D YOU WHIP US?!" an indignant Susie yells, where you left her and the rest of the group on the platform.

"I just don't like the rest of you." She said, haughtily raising her nose to the air. "The purple one specifically. Did you know she ROARED at Tasque Allen?" She gossips, looking to the purple lizard with disgust.

You guess you wouldn't like to have anyone scare at any a' yer cows... if you had any.

"I guess that makes sense. See ya, ma'am." You say, walking away.

"See you, remember; if you lose, ask Queen to make you a Tasque Assistant! You'll love the tights!" She called after.

You rejoin the group, and Ralsei pats you on the back. "Good job Del! You made a friend! Without having to, um, 'turn evil' for a while."

"That's a high bar with y'all?" You ask.

Kris shrugs, and you all continue on. You see...Noelle! She's tied by white ribbons to a giant hand statue, floating idly by the platform. Queen is once again in her chair, floating idly by.

"Noelle How Do You Feel About The Giant Hand?" She asked. Noelle gave no response, her head lowered idly. "Great And How Do You Feel About World Domination?" She asked once again.

Your blood is boiling. You draw, firing at Queen's chair. A lucky hit! She careens to the side. "Ow Ouchie Woah Momma-" she yells as she falls through the air, ending with a heavy CRASH on the ground below.

Noelle falls from the hand, as the ribbons suddenly become loose. Noelle lands on her hands and knees, as the Hand Statue follows its owner down.

"Susie -andDelandKrisandRalsei-, you c-came for me! Somehow...I-I knew you would..." she said, with a flushed but grateful look on her face.

You couldn't blame her, you did just save her. And everyone. You were the one who defeated Queen, and Oh Pa you were gonna ride this high forever!

You flick the brim of your hat, "Shoot, that Queen weren't nothing I could handle!" You say with pride.

Something dawned on Noelle. "W-wait! Wait! Wait! You n-need to get out of here, hurry!" She said quickly, looking as scared as she's ever been.

"Huh?" Susie says.

Heavy thuds ripple throughout the area. Thud. Thud. Thud. They're almost like...footsteps!

Suddenly a face rises up...a giant one!

A giant robot, reminiscent of Queen, rises.
>Cont in next post

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>>5247623
It's deep laughter permeates the air, shaking you to your core. "You Somehow Failed To Notice The Giant Robot"

"You Wouldn't Have Made Very Good Peons..."

Noelle's shaking. "T-this isn't good! She's been talking about her f-final form all day!"

"Huh!?" Susie says again.

You of course, weren't scared because you were a cowboy, and cowboys ARE NOT SCARED OF ANYTHING. You were just shivering because of the cold. Totally.
"W-we'll still...kick yer tin can in!" You say, taking a similar Stutter to Noelle's.

The robot lifts a hand, showing a wine glass the size of a pool, filled with a green acidic liquid. A Lazer shines through, and blazes across the platform, knocking you all down.

"Heh...yeah!" Susie says, regaining her nerve as she slowly stands up. She's hurt, but her bravado overpowers the pain. "You think you're the only one with a final form? Ralsei, Kris! C'mon!" She says.

Raslei gets on his hands and knees, providing a stable and unchanging base. Kris climbs atop, giving his tactical mind. Susie is behind Kris, using her own strength to reinforce Kris/Beta's decisions

Despite not knowing what in Sam Hill this was, you climb up Susie's back using her hair, and rest on her shoulders. You provided the Gun!

Everything is silent for a moment. Even Noelle has a confused look on her face.

"W-what are you doing!?"

Susie chuckles. "This is our ult-...uh, wait a sec..."

"It Appears I Am Evenly Matched"
"Oh No"
"I Hope You Don't Mind If I Don't Hold Back"

The robot's hand slams on the platform, knocking all but Noelle off.

Now, you're in free fall. "We're falling!" Ralsei yells, and you retort. "Really!? I thought we were flying!"

The wind roaring past your ears is deafening, but you can hear Susie also yell. "Any ideas on how to get outta this?!"

"We could flap our arms really hard!" Ralsei offers.

"YA WERENT SPOSED TO TAKE THAT LIT'RALLY YA GOT DANG MORO-" You're cut off by a whip coming from below and wrapping itself around your middle, tugging you to the side.

You land in Tasque Manager's lap, one in a series of Berdly-Themed coasters, all connected and flying.

"Hello, Del, it's been a long ten minutes. I see you haven't won or lost yet." She notes. You lean back into her, trying to calm yourself down. She takes the time to fix your hat for you.

"Uh, yeah, it ain't really going too great." You admit. "Is...is that Berdly up there?"

"Yes, he, and everybody else in this line of carts, are going to make a giant robot to fight Queen's."

You pause.

"Tasque Manager, y'can't just drop that on a man."
"You dropped in only a moment ago."
"Real funny." You mutter.

The carts land, around a... giant statue of Berdly with nipples. You're blinded by the light, and when it clears, you're faced with a large, duck-headed robot.

Maybe you're asleep in that alley and dreaming all this. Noelle just might have the right idea.

>Continued in next post, but again
>This Sequence has a lot, huh

>>5247637
The duckhead robot begins to lightly jog away, and you call after it. "Hey! Wait just a minute, don't I get to use it too?"

It turns back, offering a thumbs up. "We'll be back. Just stay safe. Or mom's going to kill me." You hear Beta/Kris' voice, and the last part is muttered.

Well that wasn't fair! Just how were you gonna help save Noelle if...what was that sound...were those hoofbeats!?

You look behind you, to see a familiar long face. "Patsy!?" You yell, running to embrace your Equine friend.

"And us, Boah! We're returnin' that favor!" You hear a deep southern voice, and look up to see an entire posse of those you found in the fourplains, headed by one in a massive hat. He tosses something to you, and you catch it on instinct.

A red rope...no! A LASSO!

"Well? Get goin', we can't get ta robbin that Queen without goin after her!"

>Now
>You've gained something that makes you feel more like yourself
>You are filled with realization

>>5247623
>"Good job Del! You made a friend! Without having to, um, 'turn evil' for a while."
Weren't we teamed up with Berdly while he was having what's pretty much that same arc?
>>5247642
Now might be too late to mention it but in the game it's a plot point that there is no internet in town.
Oh also, here's the write-in.
>"AIO SILVER! HA!"
>cue music

>>5247660
+1
Add in attack queen with the revolver

>>5247642

Justice awaits! Clean your cylinder and send bullets flying!

Something wicked, Queen's way rides! Yeeeeehaawww!

>>5247660
SUPPORTIN, PARDNER! YEEEEEEEHAW!!!!!!

>>5247660
+1

You hop onto Patsy's back as if it was second nature, and she rears as if on cue. "AI-O SILVER! HYAH!" You yell, as Patsy gallops toward the series of crashes and booms that shake the city.

You can hear thunderous hoofbeats behind you, and you feel courage cover your heart.

You were gonna take. That. Queen. Down.
https://youtu.be/ArT03ssRbtk


You finally catch up to the two robots, the controlled combatants currently cruising along the road as they fought, with Beta/Kris and the others delivering punches, and doging Queen's high kicks.

You grit your teeth, and fire!

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

Your own shots are followed up by practically the entire posse firing into the Queenbot's midsection, a cacophony of shots.

Dang it! Even that wasn't enough? The damage was nothing compared to what the bot could take! There...there has to be SOMETHING you can do?

You don't have much time to think as the robot's chest opened, revealing a large amount of missiles! They fired, aiming for the robot Beta/Kris was in. Thankfully, they dodged, the missile slamming into an adjacent building.

The rubble fell, crashing into the path in front of you.

>JUMP!
>Roll, best out of three!

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>5250205
Time to roll! BTW before I forget, let's try and lasso her giant legs next round. That should really ger her goose

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>5250205

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>5250205

>>5250233
nice, that's a nat 20

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>5250205
Shouldn't we roll 1d100 like we rolled to dodge the tornados

You and Patsy try and jump over the rubble...

And barely make it! She stumbled for a moment, but thankfully kept upright. You could hear that some behind you weren't so lucky.

"Ya got any plans, boah?" You hear their leader say from behind. You think for a moment, watching Queen's giant robot.


Every time she would punch, she used the arm holding her glass, and pulled it back before every hit. And when she high-kicked, she crouched low, her legs close together...

Could those be exploited somehow?

>You believe in yourself, Del

>>5254618
>Tie up her legs while she's crouching!

>>5254618
Backing this>>5254648
Hopefully we can trip her into an uppercut by Beta and Co

>>5254618
backing >>5254648

>>5254648
Backing this one

You grab the newly-acquired lasso from your side, but will you be able to use it?

Almost like second nature, you swing the loop of rope aroind your head, gaining momentum...if you time it right, you can have Queen step into it as she prepares her high-kick, getting both of her legs!


Three...two...one...go!
You toss your lasso, and it's closely followed by the posse's own lassos! They wrap around the Robot's legs, and as it begins to high-kick... the lasso tightens!

"O-" Queen begins as her robot flips from the momentum, scraping many meters on it's visor, sparks being thrown your way.

Despite all of this, the Queenbot keeps its glass in the air, only spilling a tiny drop of the liquid onto the pavement, which sizzles as it makes a small hole.

Isn't that kinda dumb, having your robot hold somethin' that vola- volit... something that could hurt?

Kris/Beta's Bot delivers a few good hits as Queen slides along, before the latter flips back into position.

A piece of the metal plating on it's face tumbles off, and it seems to be heading straight for you!
>Don't lose your head!
>Roll me a 1d100

(Sorry about the spotty schedule this past week anons, things are back to normal now)

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>5256880

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>5256880

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>5256880

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>5256880

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>5256880

You duck as the sheet of face-metal Frisbee-ed it's way over your head, the gust of wind from its passing knocking the hat from your head.

With a panicked fist, you quickly reach...got it!

Shoving your sacred hat back upon your head, you keep following the robot-fight, though from your actions, Beta/Kris have definitely gained the upper hand, much to the Queenbot's obvious dismay.

Or was it queen's dismay?

Anyhow, the battle was definitely in your favor! But the Queenbot isn't done just yet!

It slashes the wine-glass in a quick arc, splashing the green liquid onto the chest-chassis of Kris/Beta's robot, sizzling.

With that distraction, it punches with the same arm!

Darn it, this Queen's really on your nerves. And yer puttin it real lightly.

>What do in this fight-scene by a guy who's mediocre at writing fight scenes?

>>5257934
If we can, try and lasso her arms to her sides, we must harass her HARDER

>>5257934
Fire at the exposed area from the face plate!

>>5257934
>Lasso the arm as she pulls back

>>5258114
+1

>>5258114
+1

"Quick! Shoot that bot's jaw!" You yell to the posse behind you.

"Which one uv em?" You hear a member of the posse say, and he's quickly shut down and called a dipshit by the other members of the posse.

"C'mon! Yall shoot together! Three, two, o-" And your words are cut off by thunderous gunfire, blasting into the Queenbot's now-exposed face.

The Queenbot's head is thrown back, and the left side of it's jaw has come loose, and followed with a few hooks from Kris/Beta's bot...

The Queenbot's jaw comes loose, cratering the pavement.

You whoop and holler, and your posse does the same. It worked!

Suddenly, the Queenbot jumps into the air, a...massive baseball forming above it?! It careens down toward Beta's Bot, and it looks as if this battle is over...

But the bot strikes out a fist, sending the ball right back to it's sender! It smashes into the Queenbot's head, smoke pouring out of the metallic behemoth.

You guys won!

The Queenbot stretched her arms out, and they both flew off, one towards the bot, the other...towards you.

"Oh." Is all you have time to say before it all turns black.

----------------

WELL. MUCH HAS CHANGED SINCE I HAVE LAST CONTACTED YOU.

...YOU ARE STRANGE.

>Father-Son bonding time

>>5259245
>Hey PA! Did you see my cool new lasso?
>Try (and mostly likely fail) a rope trick for him

>>5259500
+1

>>5259500
+1
Is he going to give us an egg in this trying time?

>>5259500
+1
Hope we impressed egg dad

You're in the...black place again, so you can't really do it physically, but you bring out the idea of your lasso, and possible tricks.

This place still feels weird to exist in, like you're a drop of root beer in a bottle of actual beer. You know you're separate from the darkness, but it feels as if it's just mixing with the edges of...yourself. Yeah, it's as weird as it sounds.

...
AMAZING. IN A WAY.
POSSIBLY...INEFFICIENT. BUT.
YOU WERE THE LAST CHANCE.

...BUT THAT ISN'T YOUR CONCERN.
CONTINUE YOUR TASK.
I WILL GIVE YOU...ANOTHER GIFT.
IT IS A METAPHOR. DO NOT DWELL ON IT.

YOU WILL UNDERSTAND SOON ENOUGH.

...What in sam-hill did he mean by that?

I TOLD YOU NOT TO DWELL ON IT.
IT IS A...
SIMPLE INSTRUCTION.

Well, it ain't like you can just not think about something. When ya try not to, you do. That's how this stuff works.

...
...
...
VERY, VERY INTERESTING.
CONTINUE.
GOODBYE.
----------

You cough as you reawaken, your movement restrained by...oh.

You were clenched in a giant blue hand, along with Susie, Ralsei, and Beta/Kris.

The former two were struggling against their current carrier , while the latter nodded to you, seemingly very accepting of the current situation.

"Hey." He offers.
"Howdy," you reply, "Did we...did we lose?"
"Guess."

...Well, he didn't have to be like that.

You look to the side and see Queen's Bot, damaged and bruised, yet operational. Enough.

Well. Your day just keeps getting worse and worse.

>You have all the time in the world, as Queenbot trudges back to the palace
>Maybe dwelling on what your Pa/Creator told you would be a good choice?
>Or cursing at Queen, as it's rather fun

>>5261739
Check our pockets for anything useful pa might've given us.

>>5261903
Yes

>>5261903
+1

>>5261903
this

(ANONS, I won't be able to post tonight,and haven't these past few days because I feel like absolute ass)
(So, TOMORROW we'll get the update, and if I don't I'll become a flagellant and post pics(

>>5265187
That's alright dude. Hope you get better soon.

Btw Mr. White check the disk.

You squirm enough to free your arm, and use it to feel the outside of your pocket...something small...smooth..and round. A ping-pong ball, maybe? No, it felt...pretty cold. You'd probably get a better look at it later, when you weren't in such a trying time.

"Noelle" You can hear Queen say through some sort of speaker-system. Her mechanical voice is deepened from it. "Honey Baby Sweetie Gravy". The Queenbot had finally returned to the platform it had first appeared.

"Take...The Pin I Gave You
Strike...The Earth
Creating...Our...New...Supreme...Empire."

You can tell she's shaking, even from Queenbot's grasp. "I...I..."

"What's Wrong Noelle?
I...Know It Would Make You Happy...
Or Should I Use...My Last 1% of Battery..."

To what?

You were answered as you felt the grip around you and your friends slowly tighten.

"Crush Susie...Into 8...Bits?"
You acknowledge the pun, but the mix of pain from being smushed and the sense of righteous anger you get at not being valued as a hostage, override any enjoyment you'd get from the pun.

Well, this was it. Either Noelle was gonna do that whole 'Dark Empire' thing, or you were all gonna die. You...you tried your best, right? Ain't that what matters?

You look down at the streets below, and away from everyone, as your eyes watered. Even if you got reset, there ain't no way you could do this!

"Leave...Susie...alone!" You hear an indignant yell, and look up incredulously to see Noelle standing there indignantly, pointing an angry finger at Queenbot.

"You think listening to YOU makes me happy!? I'll never be happy! Not if I'm controlled by you! Why can't you just understand that!?"

Queen, and the Queenbot, stopped. Gears whirred under the exposed and bullet-ridden jaw, which you're sure would have made a frown.

"Noelle...Perhaps My Computations Were...
Miscalibrated."

"Disregard Me...And Use Your Power...To Choose The World That Makes You Happy..."

And with that, the Queenbot's visor turns to static, it's head slumping onto the platform as the hand opens, depositing you and your fellow hostages.

"Queen? Are you...alright?" Noelle asked tentatively.

"She must have run out of battery power... Well! Now we can seal the fountain, right everybody?" Ralsei asked the group.

Yeah, you got the gist of it. Wow, your legs were like Jello! Of course, you weren't scared or nothin'. You were totally a brave Gunslinger, and that's how the legend is gonna go, or else you'll have to tumble with a few fellers!

"Right...guys?" Ralsei asked again, seemingly unnerved by the lack of responses.

"I...Queen said to choose the world that makes me happy. I...don't want to live in a world...ruled by her. But, if that wasn't the case..." She says, as she looked off to the side, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of literal dimensions.

"Huh!?" Ralsei asked incredulously, which wasn't unwarranted.

"Don't you guys think so too?"

>Cont in next post

>>5266733
Did you? You hadn't spent a large amount of time in either world, considering you only started existing a little bit ago.

In this world, you had a revolver, a lasso, you had even saved your friend from outlaws and lead a posse!

But the love of your life had been kidnapped by a Robot Queen, and you lost.

Mrs.Toriel must be waiting at her house for you, worried sick...

But back there, you were just Delbert the Ordinary Fella, kinda. And there were skeletons who would rip you off...

>Choosing between worlds is difficult
>But our choices make us into who we are

>>5266735
Hey now, we're a tough little cowpoke regardless of reality! And yea it's fun here but creating a new world so you don't have to deal with your problems seems excessive.

>>5266735
>Make a fountain

>>5266735
We need to earn the title of cowboy, as it is not a title to be taken lightly
"No fountain"

>>5266735
FOUNTAIN

You're torn. Both worlds are great, and you just can't choose.

"Yeah...Kris, isn't this world just...better?" Susie adds, "We've made a lot of...friends, here. I mean, would it be so bad if we just didn't cl-"

"ARE YOU ALL OUT OF YOUR MINDS?!" Ralsei suddenly yelled, but leveled his tone with a small blush.

"S-sorry about that, but we can't leave the fountain! Remember, Susie? The light overtaking the dark? The whole reason we'd closed the King's fountain?"

You can see Susie's cheeks turn a deeper shade of purple. "Oh. I, uh, forgot that."

Well, theres no new fountain, you guess.

Suddenly, the Berd of the hour returns from off to the left. "Noelle! I've figured out how to make a dark fountain!" He said, summoning his Halberd. "We can live in parad-SQUAWK!"

On this fateful day, you learned that Ralsei can tackle someone.
--------------

It's been... an eventful couple of minutes.

Queen was...alright, and even offered you all a 'tender goodbye.exe', but for some reason she didn't offer you NOT TRY AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH.exe program a while ago.

Whatever.

You had zoned out at the injustice of not throwing Queen in some type of jail, that you missed a joke at Susie's expense.

"Ha-Ha, let's get the fountain, Kris." She said, trying to hurry him along.

"Wait. I have something I need to do, first."

Seriously?
"Seriously? I thought we did, pretty much everything?" Susie says, echoing your thoughts.

"I left some... cool items back in the city. I won't be gone long, you guys can stay here." He offered in his usual deadpan.

The rest agreed to this with the promise that it would he quick, leaving you quietly seething. Beta/Kris was STALLING. You could have totally asked Noelle out on a date by now, if you left, totally.

And you can't do it in the dark world, it's just...darn it, she deserves a place that she didn't get kidnapped in for you to declare that love ya got for her!

Your eyes glare holes into Beta/Kris' back as he goes off. Who the heck leaves cool stuff on the ground, anyway?

>Fishy. And you're not talking about a sheriff.

>>5269409
>"Anyone else not believe a lick of that?"
>Follow Beta

>>5269409
>whistle Patsy
>do what pa brought you for

>>5269879
+1

You turn to the group. "Anyone else not believe a lick of that?" You ask, before following after Beta. You give him a wide berth, hiding behind corners. Is this it? Could you finally find out what was up with Beta?

He makes his way back to Cyber City, and you follow behind. You silently wonder where Pat- "Neigh."

You had ducked into an alleyway, and been so caught up with current events, that you didn't notice your favorite companions ambling towards you.

"Howdy, Girl!" You whisper, petting her. The secrecy of the current situation is translated through that whisper, and she responds with a quieter, "N e i g h ."

Hopping on, you continue to follow Beta, with Patsy walking on her tippy-hooves. Tip-hooving into alleyway after alleyway, you follow Beta arund a c-"AH!"

You yell in surprise as you see Beta's face eye-level with you, standing on an old and broken TV.

He plucked the hat off of your head, "You know, you should really make sure your hat's brim doesn't peek around corners when you follow someone." He says, in a quiet deadpan.

"Neigh." Patsy says

"...or ride a horse. That messed it up for you too."

You can't really tell if he's being serious or not.

>Sibling
>Bonding
>Time
>It's happening

(Sorry about not posting yesterday, it turns out if you work out your arms wrong, they start to hurt, and I learned that fact real personally)

>>5271954
>Forget that, you are acting real weird pal
>And why are you named Kris now?

>>5272211
+1

>>5272342
>>5272211
"Psh. Forget all that, you're actin' REAL weird, partner." You say, giving him a suspicious look as you snatch your hat back.

"...Del, you're a one-day-old cowboy in a Dark World. Compared to you, I'm kinda normal." Beta said in his usual deadpan.

He continues to walk along, the scenery of Cyber City encasing your trip as you follow, directly at his side. Y'know, it's real pretty place when you're not racing to save the love of your life. But honestly, it was still a little dense. You'da preferred a quieter place.

"Now, hold on! That don't excuse your...y'know, weirdness." You exclaim, and you can heat Beta sigh. "Ya can't just leave me in the dark here, why's everyone calling you 'Kris' when you ai-"

You're cut short by Kris stopping, and reaching up to your shoulder. Gripping the fabric of your clothes, he pulls you closer, forcing you to lean from Patsy's Back.

"Because that's my name. I'm nobody else. I. Am. Kris." He says, and you can see a glare through his bangs. Suddenly, he let's you go, and you sit back upright.

He pauses, as if he was going to say something, but stopped. He then continued on. You, however, took a moment.

"Neigh?"
"Uh...y-yeah; I'm alright, girl. He didn't hurt me none."

But you're still a little spooked. "Let's, let's give him a bit a' space when we follow behind."

You continue to follow, finding... an absolute dump of a dead-end. Floating screens dot the sidewalk, lines drawn on as if the creator was in a frenzy after failing at one of his drawings. Beta walked over to a large hole in one of the walls, quickly entering.

"Wait out here, girl." You whisper, getting off of Patsy.
"Nay."
"I know ya don't want to, but...I got some bad feelings round this place. I can handle Beta if he gets too uppity, don't you worry none."
"...Neigh."

As Patsy munched on a Cyber-Weed that had sprung from the ground, you followed after beta.


There was trash. A lot of it. Thankfully it didn't smell much of anything, unlike actual trash. And, also unlike regular trash, this pile had a door on it.

Beta was walking up to the said door, his hand on the handle...suddenly he looked back to you. "You can wait outside if you w-"

Gathering up your courage, you interrupt. "Nuh-uh. I wanna see." And maybe you can find out Beta's...secret, here?
He shrugged, entering with you swiftly behind, the door slamming after you.

"H HEY! IF IT ISN'T MY TWO [[heartbreakers]]!!!"

There's that carpet bagger from earlier! Spamton! He's behind a counter, vibrating as he gives you a nutcracker-esque grin.

Behind him, there's a mural of a shining sun and clouds over a blue sky

>This ass again!

>>5273266
>Oh it's this dude again, you wanna buy homeopathic meds now?

>>5273266
We should get outta here. Kris should know better than to deal with a two bit shyster like spamton

>>5273586
+1 This con artist can't be trusted

>>5273586
+1

Yeah, you've dealt with this feller far more than you'd think is healthy. You're out. "Look, B-Kris, you can deal with this feller, but I'LL stay far, far away from that two-bit-shyster."

Kris looks down towards you. "You shouldn't have come along in the first place. Besides, he's...more than that." Kris says, leaving you puzzled as you exit.

"HEY! I'M NOT A SHYSTER, I'M A [Sad, strange little man]."

You wait out on the street, reuniting with Patsy.

"Neigh?"
"Nope, he didn't hurt me none. Just didn't wanna deal with his 'company'."
"Neigh."
"Ah he's some really short feller, carpetbagger. Ya know the type."

"Neigh?"
You pause, before holding up a finger to describe the numerical value of 'one', "Ya can only bite him on the behind once, then we'll lettem be."

After your riveting conversation, Bet- Kris. Kris walked out from the trash-hole, not even stopping to talk. Hopping up on Patsy's back, she trots after him.

He's clutching something in his hand. "What's that? Did he getchya to buy, uh...a picture of a monkey?" You joke, thinking of the most useless thing a snake-oil-salesman can sell someone.

Kris held it up between two fingers; a key, with the 'teeth' of said key in a rainbow hue, constantly shifting in color and shape. "A Keygen. Got it for three dollars." He says, using the classic Midwestern tradition of immediately revealing the price of anything he's bought to anyone who shows the slightest interest.

"Yuh-huh... so, we're goin' back to the real world now?"

"Not yet, we have to go... grab something really quick."

You stifle a groan, as when you look back at Kris' behavior, annoying him may make your unstable sibling choke you again.

--------

Having allowed Patsy to graze on the streets yet again, you've found yourself following Kris through the absolute labyrinth of the Mansion. Finally, you reach a small hallway, blocked off by a green, color-shifting forcefield.

Shoving the KeyGen into said field, Kris...dispelled it? Deactivated it?

You were gettin' tired of all this techno-magic stuff.

As you and Kris entered the door to the 'Basement', you felt a strange sense of dread.

>You're not scared, you're a big strong cowboy
>Any thoughts, opinions, or questions to share with your maladjusted sibling?

>>5274541
>Ok enough playing around. What's going on here? This is weird even for me and I've had a past life...I think.
If Kris still decides to be obtuse we threaten to tattle to his girlfriend

>>5274541
>So why'd ya have to buy that key from that sleazy bastard anyway and why'd the damn thing even work at all? Is what your looking for down here part of some scheme he's roped ya into?

>>5274541

>Yeah alright Kris this looks kinda sus not gonna lie. Walking into a weird creepy basement using a key an unstable carpetbagger gave ya? Really?

>>5275302
+1

Archive this thread soon, OP
and here, hope this helps you
https://arch.b4k.co/v/thread/598886874/#q598930194

(Sorry for the long wait anons, It's been one heck of a busy weekend, and I'll start writing as soon as this is posted

>>5278287
B-but I thought my w-writing was good! :'(

Just playing, actually thanks for bringing that to my attention, I have been slacking in quality in regards to dialogue.
Unironically, if you guys notice anything else that I've messed up, make sure to tell me so I can fix it.

Cause one of the most important things for the quest is your enjoyment, honestly)

As you follow Kris down the dark and musty stairs, you can't wait any longer.

"That's it! B-Kris, I ain't playing around anymore! Just what in the heck IS all this!?" You ask, clenching your fists. "This is weird, even for me! And I had a past life... I think." You end, scratching your chin a little in thought.

Kris snaps you out of that little dilemma with his reply. "I'm helping Spamton out. That's really all you need to know."

You pull out the big guns. "I'll tell yer Girlfriend."

He whips his head back to you, and you catch the dangerous look in his eye as he says a simple, "You're not g-"

"Ow, S-Susie!" You say rather pitifully, putting on an act of what you would, hypothetically, say to his girlfriend.

"Kris choked me again! H-he was meeting a man in s-some trash! And he's sneaking 'round behind yo-"

"I get it." Kris mutters in a dark monotone. "Look, if you really...have to know." He says with a sigh.

You quit the mock-pitifulness and listen intently.

"Spamton just...needs some help. He wants to find 'freedom', but he just can't do it alone." Kris says, taking a strangely sad tone. Still rather 'mono'.

"...Can't he just leave the city or somethin'? Go out to the wilderness, there ain't no laws to keep a man down there." You suggest.

"...Sometimes, even doing that can't free someone. He needs to be free in a way that you can't see."

And with that somber note, Kris is quiet for a good while.

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--------
You continued into the deep, damp, and dirty basement. Honestly, it's less of a basement and more like a body-less catacomb.

Vines and moss grew whilly-nilly across the walls, and there was a constant sound of dripping that was driving you mad. "Are we even close to...whatever you're doing here?" You whine. Which was rather Un-Cowboylike, but the situation called for it.

"We just need to find the button. Then we'll go back, get the Disk, bring it to Spamton..." He says, the sentence devolving into muttering to himself.

Frowning, you kick rocks. Literally.

Finally, after a short teacup ride, you reach... a long hall that looks exactly the FREAKING SAME TO THE LAST ONE! Except for a large blue button at the end, of which Kris pressed. The sound of something 'powering off' echoed through the basement.

"Alright, that was easier than I thought." Kris said, a ghost of a smile on his face. "The hardest part's over."

The two of you continued back to the Teacup Elevator, and as you hopped in, you could feel the world stall for a second...oh.

>SURVIVE THE HELLEVATOR
>Roll a 1d100, best out of three!

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>5278525
Huh and here I thought we were innocently misreading the girlfriend thing. Figured he'd deny it.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>5278525

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>5278525

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>>5278561
Looks like this isn't Del's first rodeo.

(Unexpectedly good result!)

You look up in alarm, having quite the bad feeling. And then you see it, an assortment of low-powered lasers, that wouldn't be enough to kill ya on their own, but all of them together...

Screw this! You weren't gonna just wait to get hit! You stand on the side of your teacup, and fling yourself to Kris' cup as your own passed through a laser!

Sadly, as you jumped, Kris had to turn the elevator as to avoid another, so your jump was a little short. Your stomach slammed into the side of the cup, knocking the wind out of you as you flipped over into it.

Wheezing, you laid at the bottom of the teacup, like a southern teabag. You preferred ice-tea, anyway.

HEALTH: 95/100

Ouch.

Kris managed to prevent the two of you from getting hurt any more, though the spinning... oh, Pa, the spinning...

When the Hellevator was finally over, he quite literally had to lift you over the side of the teacup, and let you get a good five minutes to rest.

Y'know, this is why the other world is better. There, elevators DON'T TRY TO KILL YOU ON PURPOSE!

Anyhow, after walk-...let's be honest, after stumbling your way back up, and going to the east this time, you come across a room with three tracks... its just as dirty as the other rooms. The tracks lead to a brick wall, though the bricks seem to be very new, almost as if the eastern wall had been an opening for them, previously.

You gave a light shiver as you walk down the alcoves. It was so cold down here...

Suddenly, Kris stops in front of one, whatever was inside was mostly hidden by vines...

But not all. You jump back in fright as you notice what looked to be a PERSON in there.

Upon closer inspection...it wasn't a person. A mannequin? A robot? Something like that. You blushed at your own yeller-belliedness. A cowboy can't be scared at somethin' so harmless!

Kris reached in to grab something, having to use both hands to tug it free.

A floppy square is all that he gained. "The heck is that?" You ask, curious. All a' this couldn't have been for some little plastic square, right?

"A disk."

"Ain't they supposed to be round?"

-----------------

After what felt like a millennia of walking, you finally made it back to the dump-pile. Thankfully, at least half of the walk was used to explain the concept of a 'floppy disk'.

Kris entered, with you close behind. But you stopped just at the door, propping it open with your body.

"HEY EV EVERYB !
ITS ME. !

SPAMTON G SPAMTON!" The familiar carpetbagger says, his jaw moving wildly as he reintroduced himself. Or did he even recognize you? He isnt... all there.

>Should you go in?
>What should you say, if so?

>>5281285
this is gonna be the last we see of good ol Spamton, on good terms at least, why not say goodbye?
>see what he has to sell

>>5281444
+1, see if we can get ourselves a [BIG] iron

>>5281285
Should definitely archive this soon and start a new thread, it's about to fall off the board.

>>5281444
+1