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This? This was new. Sure, he’d of laughed, bitterly, in your face if you told him Mobius would happen to stop by and kidnap him like it was nothing while it took him three fucking years and at least more then five dead ends to even get close to their tails and cause a panic, ruffling at their feathers enough to become an irritating thorn in their side. But striking a truce with the very asshole who was the exact reason why he was so fucked in the first place? The reason why these string of events even happened?

Yeah. 

But here he was, right now, in that exact scenario inside STEM, within the nightmare known as Union. They say that the enemy of your enemy is your friend; he doesn’t quite know what to make of this version of it. But what he did know was that he had the creator of this fucked up machine on his side in a truce, albeit shaky, their shared hatred towards the same people more then enough to solidfy it. 

Traversing through The Marrow, it didn’t take long to get to the Theatre to find the barred fence lined with his ❛ art ❜ on display, the large eye looming with a sneering glare— he bet the bastard was watching, getting a kick out of all this. Fuck. 

❝ Guess we’re gonna have to put Hoffman’s theory to the test. ❞ / @bcrntragedy​​.

          forever in this hell.  his creation ; his child – now kept him entrapped within the depths of a world that was no longer his.  godhood had slipped between fingers,  and he now remained near helpless against these lost, these clay-like creatures molded from the husks of their hosts.  mobius always made mistakes – there was always something just off enough to hinder their perfection.  at first, it was him.  resolute in his only goal,  ruben himself stood between mobius’ greed and his machine, one crafted to aid his poor sister – to earn back the life they had both lost that day in the fire.  but, mobius knew how to remove problems.  and to them, he was just that.  

        try as they might, a consiousness could never be fully removed ; not one such as his.  for years, he possessed the system, lingering as a ghost in the system to keep others at bay, to keep them out.  now, even as he walks amidst the streets, in the guise of a helpless boy,  he finds himself stranded in the STEM system ; now, in a once quaint town, Union. however, what was least expected, was the company now kept. the brave detective had returned, now on a mission to salvage what was left of family, what he  lost to the fire. and their fates cross once again.  stability was uncertain in their alliance, but ruben found no need to stand in his way, not this time.  mobius was the enemy, and the half-fledged goons that stood between the pair in their goal was little more and a problem in need of removal. 

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       pieces are examined, one after the other,  detachment and disinterest the only emotions stirred.  killing for art ; it was childish, foolish.  if one were fated to die, at the very least, some result should come for it.  this artist, this killer masquerading as a genius  nothing more than a young boy, seeking attention for his supposed skill, acting out in order to prove himself to a world that couldn’t care less about him. gaze so subtly shifts to sebastian, if only momentarily, before  settling back on fenced location. 

                  ‘ it seems so.  what are you waiting for, seb. this shouldn’t pose a threat to you. ’

 

YOU'RE MINE.


IND. PVT. SEL.
RUBEN 'RUVIK' VICTORIANO of Tango Gameworks' The Evil Within
As told by mortis