Dancing with myselves

Smiley saw the smoking obscuring whatever had caused the explosion of his cell's door. Not that he was exactly able to open the door himself, but he had been hoping for something less flashy to save him, especially when he's as weakened and famished as he was in the moment. but looking up from his side of the cell, walked in three, short, and toothy patchwork puppets. "Y-you guys are here?!" Smiley voice was choked with a mix of happiness and sadness, dry from the lack of water and food, but his excitement made him ignore such pain, it was his the puppets he made back when he was a teenage godling.

Centuries ago when he had made them. They had tried to hold off an ogre demi-god who had enslaved the women of a nearby town, and had killed the men, Bloodied and frightened, the puppets stood back to hold off the brutal warlord. When smiley had returned, he couldn't find them and saw small pieces of the fabric that made up their forms, believing they had been killed trying to buy him time. The loss of the puppets was much more powerful than others thought, due to their origin as copies of himself, having his own soul. Back before he became the violent 'protector of happiness' he saw himself as, he stuffed bits of his own souls into these poppets. Stolen voodoo-dolls from witches of course. "Boss man you look like shit, but don't worry we've been prepping for this shit since the ambush."

Said the most confident puppet, Pitches, He had smiled with it's sharp teeth, carved from the bones of Smiley's old kills, Armed with a pair of rusty shears he had found in one of their adventures when Smiley was young. Pitches smirked and pointed his fabric, and nubby hand at the more quiet, and more insidious member, Twitches. Twitches was a much more tired looking Puppet, if a puppet could even look tired with buttoned eyes. "It was all thanks to Twitches." Twitches moved it's button eyes up towards smiley, and showed a smirk with the stitches that made a 'mouth'. Twitches offered Smiley a blood covered packet of nutritional packet they had taken from a corpse of a guard stationed out Smiley's cell. Smiley was filled with a powerful feeling of nostalgia, even with the stench of recently spilled blood on his old 'toys'. "How'd you guys find me?" Smiley asked with disbelief, eating the packet with a desperate vigor. The Puppets looked up chuckling mischievously. The third and final member of the blood covered puppets, Stitches, looked up and said with a genuine smile contrasting from the macabre scene they had made behind them. "We followed ya numb nuts, We were waiting for when they slipped and dropped security around your location."

Smiley's eyes were glistening with unshed tears. Hugging the small doll-like beings. "And did ya think we forgot your weapons asshole?" Twitch stood guard by the door, peering from the corner to make sure no other guards were entering this part of the shifting god-prison. Reaching into a burlap sack, Stiches pull out a baton and brass knuckles. "And don't worry, we brought 'it' too." Stitches chuckled out sarcastically, pulling out a black business suit. Perfect. Smiley was still weak, but he had one more thing he needed to do before he escaped this place, and he needed to do it quick.

Jirou was anxious he heard a far-off explosion, did they finally put down Smiley? Was he even alive? He heard quick footsteps heading towards his cell. Jirou pushed himself against the wall of his cell, making himself as small as possible to not get the attention of whoever, likely guards or some other asshole here to beat him.. But then he saw.. him. With writhing flesh, a clean business suit, his rubbery mask/face(?) staring in his direction.. but then he heard a familiar voice he had only ever talked to with his telepathy. "Hey kid, I owe ya for being a friend and your keeping me sane in this shit-hole, how about you leave with us?" The creature- No.. Smiley, offered his hand to him. 

The alarms blared as they all raced down the corridors, liminal, and unchanging visuals. Moving through the tunnels the group, had dashed through the corridors. Smiley's eyes were regaining that particular shine to them, the fear had left, and his happiness, his joy, and his love of hyper violence had returned to him. However Jirou had seen that this person he had spoken to for all these years was not the same person he was when he was imprisoned, the quiet and sad man, had turned out to be a excitable and violent. Or at least he'll come to see it when Smiley and their group came face to face with some of the Dark-One guards.

One of the nubby hand fuckers, twitches presumably knowing how clever that mute puppet was even when Smiley were younger, pulls out an assault rifle. Smiley looks at Twitches like he just brought a toy to a warzone, but is surprised when it sprays bullets that rip through the elder-creature. "HOLY SHI-" Pitches and Stitches jump onto another Dark-One guard mauling it, as Smiley watches them rip apart the guard, he slowly starts to understand they haven't just been waiting, they've been preparing. Saying that they prepared was an understatement.. Smiley's gaunt hand grips the baton in his hand hard, charging at a guard calling in back-up, only being met with the sight of Twitches going overkill with whatever ammunition was in that gun. "Guess we should get out of here.. heh.." Rushing deeper down the corridors, Smiley and his group came across some strange equipment, it looked like a vehicle of some kind, Twitches rolled his button eyes and started looking over the equipment.

The Intelligent Soul-Clone started fumbling with dials and switches in the vehicle. "What is he doing?" Jirou asks, confused by the whole situation. Smiley looks to his buddy and doesn't even react. This has been an emotional roller coaster. Pitches responds instead. "Ya see kid, cause we're basically the boss-man's fragments we embody the parts of himself that he gave up." Stitches pipes up. "To put it in a less gay way, we're basically his brothers, Twitches there-" He points a clawed nubby puppet hand to the mute puppet. "-Is his creativity and his understanding, and the reason why we were able to cut through all those little bitches." The puppet brags. Jirou's eyes widen and gestures to him "Then what the hell are you?" Pitches smirks with his sharp teeth glinting "He's his bitchiness." he jokes. This banter goes on for a while when Twitches is finally done with the the vehicle, he shuffles over to Smiley and pulls on the arm of his business suit. "Yeah buddy?" Smiley asks curious of why Twitches went for his attention. This was meant with Stitches angrily pointing his nubby hand at the vehicle. "Ohhhhh.." Smiley nods, and gathers the others into the vehicle.

"So, Jirou, where you wanna be dropped off?" Smiley said imagining himself already free, things really were going his way once his 'brothers' found him. Jirou smiled softly feeling the freedom already and said with joyful tears in his eyes "I'd like to be somewhere nice, somewhere peaceful please.. that's all I want.." Smiley's mask, melted into his head grinned wide. "Well, I can promise ya one thing, I'll give ya what ya want, there's a multiverse out there just waiting for my protection!"

As he and the puppets laughed, Jirou was concerned, but Smiley could have just left him in the cell if he had malicious intentions for him.. right..? Suddenly a loud siren started to alert, Smiley Pressed hard on what he saw as a pedal. "Let's get outta here, we'll be back for you fuckers!!" Smiley shouted filled with adrenaline and victory, their vehicle shot into a portal, leaving fiery destruction behind them.

The dark ones entered the armory they saw the destruction, but that wasn't their biggest worry. They had lost one of their universe-Jumpers, hacked by the puppets of a violent god. The Dark-Ones who were in the room looked at each other "This can't be good." The other Dark-One gawked at the other one, as if it had insulted the mother-god that birthed it through fission. "Can't be good? You stupid shit! There is an escaped prisoner and whatever the fuck broke in here to get him out!" The Dark-One shouted, shaking the other with it's many tendrils. "IF UPPER MANAGEMENT FINDS OUT, WE WILL BE HURT, HURT SO BAD WE WILL BEG TO FED TO SHUB-NIGGURATH!!" The other Dark-One process that information, that offers a word of advice. "Let's get the others together, and let's all swear not to tell them, we'll just say that the dead got killed by the escapees, and so we 'killed' them." The other looks at him processing that, the other Dark-Ones don't want to be punished for the mistake of letting a prisoner escape, especially not a VIP.

"So we'll just say he was too much trouble?" The other one asked. "Pray to whatever entity looks out for you, cause we're gonna have to be lucky."