Originally Posted by
LKWayvern
I'm challenging that AI Chatot to a Rap Battle using my Diplomacy.
There's a sentence I never thought I'd need to say.
I'm past patiently waiting! I'm passionately smashing every expectation! Every action's an act of creation! I'm laughing in the face of casualty and sorrow, for the first time I'm thinking past tomorrow!
You head up to the Macanan Textile Manufacturing Plant, not sure why such as thing as a rapping Chatot AI named "Chatz" even exists, but you smirk to yourself feeling confident about this. You find the upper floors are also filled with machines in complete disrepair and probably aren't ever going to be functional again anyway. Meanwhile, dirty, damaged, and obsolete raw materials and fabrics are in complete neglect around here. It sure hasn't changed very much since Caagu and Katzu came through here.
You make your way past the door that Caagu had bypassed into the room that had the computer console with the many pipes, wires, and machine parts that you're not familiar with, but figuring that part out isn't what you're here for. You're here for rap-battling!
As you step into the room, you see the large screen flickers on, seemingly activated by a motion sensor or something along those lines that lets this Chatot know another potential victim has arrived. The hologram of Chatz the Chatot, dressed in a black hoodie, appears before you. The rap beat plays in the background, and like he did with Katzu, he immediately looks down at you, thinking you're not up to facing him either and you're not prepared.
"All alone I see," Chatz laughs at you. "But that means nuthin' to me, 'cause I'm 'bout to decree until ya down on knees an' all ya down is beg for mercy an' plea. Prepare for ya head to be rattled and slapped because when it comes to the art of the rap I'm the king of that battle so strap yaself in the saddle because ya butt's gonna get whacked with the paddle-"
You smile.
"So ya think ya have already won," you retaliate, "but I tell ya don't get much sun for someone made up of nuthin' but zeroes an' ones. So I hate to break it to ya but I ain't gonna fake it for ya that ya think ya hot n' chic like some kind of rap freak but everythin' comin' out of that beak ain't nuthin' but weak."
He blinks, almost looking insulted. But he definitely intends to continue.
"Ha, here ya think ya talk rap," he replies, looking sinister, "Ya think it's hot, it's all ya brought an' it's nuthin' but rot. From me to you, go take a nap because it ain't nuthin' but crap. Ya whack, jus' prolongin' a heart attack, and ya think ya'll big money but it ain't nuthin' but dumb an' so funny when ya down on the ground, never found, screamin' but makin' no sound that's where it is, sonny."
"Ya talk high for a bird that so easily gets struck out of the sky," you reply, looking devious, "Ya ain't so spry because who the hell are you? No clue. Lightin' up dead an' though jus' from a Thundershock from an everyday Pikachu. I'm gonna make one thing clear, I fear, because while ya attack with a Lear I'm puttin' an end to ya career!"
Chatz starts to look a little nervous...
"So what ya, ya ain't a dog or a cat" he talks back. "Ya gonna fall flat thinkin' ya'll makin' a comeback but I ain't done, I've only begun, next minute ya know I'll have ya on the run."
And then you laugh.
"You sneer, an' I hear," you retaliate, "but the sounds that ya make I can't tell whether they comin' from that ugly beak or out from ya rear. Ya think ya top class, full o' sass, but I'll pass because ya ain't nuthin' but jus' a feathered pain in the ass. Ya'll jus' poor, an' ya'll never be rich like some dead corpse laying dead in the ditch. Now shut down ya switch, ya pathetic glitch, because when it comes to this battle I jus' made ya my bitch."
With a crippled look of defeat, Chatz stops, the music suddenly goes silent, and he's in a crippled look of being both sad and angry. But he knows when to back off. Oddly enough, a compartment below the holographic screen opens up and you see there's something inside.
"Take it an'... jus' go away," Chatz mutters, suddenly sounding somber like he definitely didn't enjoy that as much as he was hoping to.
The hologram turns off and Chatz suddenly disappears. You snicker, head to the compartment, and use your paws to fish out whatever this AI Chatot was hiding. You then pull out what looks and feels like a mask, but it's... terribly grotesque and yet... alluring. It's greasy, black, and horrid, but it keeps seizing your curiosity and desires. You can definitely feel it's of Stalker origin, and while it is disgusting and you want to hate it, it tries to tempt you to covet it. You manage to pull your eyes away from it and you take it with you.
Item [Mask of Lust] has been added to the Team Inventory.
You decide to head back to base, feeling a whole lot more confident than you did before.
Laura the Umbreon (M: Dark)
Health: 5/5
Sanity: 4/4
Perk: Diplomacy | Learned Abilities: Escort/Protect, Exorcism
Failed Assassinations: 0/2
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