"Alrighty guys, door’s unlocked for y'all! Not gonna lie, wished y'all didn't have to kill it, that thing really enjoyed eating up all the bio-waste when it first got delivered. It was… creepily cute at first! Ha! But then of course it got threateningly big and started eating more than just the waste… whelp… not my problem! Good luck Goatic slayers!"

  Tim casually scurried off in the opposite direction, likely to get back to work. As he did, a whisper under his breath could be heard:

  "Dem' bitches are dead, haha..."

  "Well, fuck Tim I guess. I'm feeling confident though that we can kill this thing quickly!" Dark smiled with a thumbs up.

  A mix of loud clicking and muffled goat bellows began to stir up from behind the metal doors. A faint, sinister smell escaped from between the creases as air stirred around in the demon’s den.

  "And... still feeling confident! In fact, I'm pumped!"

  With science’s shame on the other side, Dark slammed the doors open, hitting the walls on the other side. A loud wet smack squooshed as they remained opened, adhering to ghastly substances.

  "HARAR-GURKILKICKIC!"

  The abomination was agitated like a sandpapered tot. It had been eating and living in its own filth for who knows how long, coating the room in a tar-like adhesive. its warm and swollen size was that of a globed hippo, with small atrophy limbs helplessly budding out. Alabaster whiskers could be seen in patches throughout its hickory wine colored body. And, at the center of this miserable ball of callused flesh , was an eerily normal looking goat head.

  "Yep, thats'a nope goat!" shouted Hildra as she popped her helmet back on, ready for combat.

  "KLICKIC-GARRRLL!"

  With a gross popping of tendons, its jaw unhinged into four, whipping several sharp chitin tipped tongues towards them.

  POWLUUU!

  The sound of the creature’s saliva riddled tendrils bounced off her shield as she swung a heavy booted heel down, heavily bruising the monster's muscle.

  Beanie Toe, wide eyed and focused on the sudden excitement, was still latched onto Dark's shoulder as his master side-stepped the mouth slappers.

  Shredding of plastic and flimsy metal exploded behind him.

  Rawkalon was knocked out of the air. His left side had been torn apart. Soapy water shot in every direction like an exploding water balloon.

  "Ahh! Damn This Poof Foosh Body! I'm Down Guys, I'll Cheer Y'all On! Let's Go Team Exterma!"

  "Oh hell no!"

  Darkgeek grabbed the two clawed tongues that took out his cloned buddy and tucked it under his shoulder snug. A harsh and visceral yank snapped out as he pulled the creature in and away from the wall it had been adhered to, peeling off necrotic flesh.

  "I'ma Mis-pierce that dirty mouth of yours ya shit eater!"

  Dark revealed several heavy gauged stables from his pocket. With a cupped palm, he charged them up and began to slam the monster's tongue down in a mechanical fashion.

  "Goatic! Goatic! Goatic!" He hollered, emulating the sound of a stapler. With each slam of his hand, its mouth muscles twitched in torment.

  The abomination shifted all its focus onto Dark in response. Every free tongue was suddenly flying towards his position.

  “GUURRALAKIKAK!”

  "Heeyah!"

  A ghostly specter shield sliced the air as it snapped into a fiery orange buzzsaw, tearing through several of the beast's piercers.

  "Damn, I missed one hun'!"

  Brief panic crossed Dark’s face.

  "Beanie Toe! HAZZA..."

  Growling with intense malice, Dark’s shadow friend pounced off his shoulder in visceral anger before he could even finish his command.

  “MeoERRERRERRERRERRERRERRR...”

  Crescent blades of death craved doom upon the monster. Lightning cracked throughout the room as Beanie blurred towards the Goatic, running the line of its last tongue, mincing it.

  "YOU NO HURT FUTHER!" snarled Beanie Toe, fur poofed out with emotion.

  The little Beanie Toe stood before the giant creature. Focused. Staring it down.

  "Beanie..."

  Another bolt of plasma sparked.

  "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! YOU NO HURT FATHER! YOU NOHURT! YOUNO!"

  Beanie Toe did not like this creature in any sense. Something Instinctual was triggered, but no one knew why at the time.

  Beanie Toe could not be tracked as he bolted. Dark had never seen his fur friend move so fast. The sparks of energy were so intense that a burning smell permeated the room. Silver blades danced amongst the lightning.

  It took less than 8 seconds.

  This huge monstrosity, nearly the size of a small home, became Beanie’s own personal yukked up yarn ball. Strings of unrecognizable flesh and entrails layered the floor.

  Everyone was a bit unnerved at the event. So, naturally, it was a great time to talk about it.

  "Oh dang! Your cat's got some high tech sittin' in that caboose of his!"

  "What? It's Already Over? I Didn' Even Get To Wiggle My Camera Towards You Guys! Dang It!"

  Beanie Toe, fur returning to his normal disheveled state, casually walked towards Dark.

  "FOOD… MEOW?" Cutely purred Beanie.

  "Damn Beanie Weenie, ya hella earned some of the good stuff! I was gonna save this one for after the mission, but you earned it!"

  Out popped a can of Heritage Silo's Limited Edition Cat Nippin' Salmon Crunch from Darkgeek’s pocket. Being a premium kitty food, it contained a highly praised mixture of salmon parts, tiny nuggets of sardine bones and rice, and little sprigs of catnip into a firm paté.

  With a crack of the lid, Beanie perked his ears and began licking his nose in excitement.

  "FEEESH!"

  "Yeeh boy! Here ya go my stinky kitty!"

  Plop. Beanie Toe dug in. Happy nom nom sounds radiated around them. Beanie dragged the can across the floor as his helmet tinked against it. One of his eyes was still dilated, but no one noticed as it returned to normal whilst he enjoyed his meal.

  Darkgeek let out a relieved sigh: "Whoooo… Man, I'm glad that didn't take up a lot of time! Welp, I guess we can go ahead and head back to Bob, assuming he's still in the break room."

  "Ummm... Shouldn't we be helpin' your robot friend Rawkalon?"

  "The Soapy One!"

  The AI controlled Poof Foosh hovered once again, though now with an obvious tilt in angle, making what remained of its body lean more towards disturbing than an ugly cuteness.

  "And I'm Fine! I Just Have To Alternate My Levitation Systems On A Different Rhythm In Order To Go Straight Now. But First, I Noticed A Connection Port For Poof Foosh In The Room We Just Killed The Goatic In. If I Can Connect To That, I Can Install A Custom Update To Fix Them!"

  "Oh? That's sweet Rawkalon! Yeah, let's do that real quick while we are here."

  Dark grabbed the Poof Foosh.

  "I'll help ya buddy."

  "Why, Thank You! I Was Gonna Suggest It Since It Was The Most Efficient Method, But Either We Are On The Same Wavelength… Or The Other Me Inside You Is Taking More Control! Muhahaha..."

  Dark Interrupted him with a firm flick against his mic, near his confetti hose.

  "Stop it, you're gonna unnerve people, silly."

  "Ouch! I May Not Have Ears, But The Sudden Influx Of Decibel Data Can Still Sting This Cheap Hard Drive! And Of Course I Was Just Kidding Boss!"

  A chuckle smirked out of Hildra for half a second.

  "See? Even Gave Lady Hildrantine A Little Laugh!"

  "Yeah, yeah… here ya go buddy, do your thing."

  Cradling Rawkalon towards the port with his usb tethers, plugged him in with a rough caw-chunk.

  "Oh Wow! Ok, Their System Is Definitely Frankensteined Together! Alright, One Second… Okay Done!"

  Rawkalon detached and hovered back towards the group.

  "Updated And Organized Their Archives Of Footage, Patching Us Out Of Them Of Course. The Other Poof Foosh Are On Timers, So Eventually The Active Ones Will Return, Update, Charge, Help Find The Others And Repeat. I've Also… Made Their Interactions With Employees Less Cringe."

  "Thank You, Jesus!"

  Everyone turned around to the sudden voice behind them.

  "Oh, Hey Bobold D. Decker Of 8 Years Employed. Age, 38, Previously Employed At Arrb..."

  "Oh, There's no need to bring up old wounds now. Y'all took care of the Goatic? Thank you."

  Dark perked up, ready to use his ex customer service skills.

  "No problem sir! Glad to..."

  "Y'all ain't exterminators by the way. I believed the lady at first, but as I ate, I thought about you. Masked office man with cybernetic service cat? And, one of those floating soap fuckers being all quite and floating in a straight line along side you all? Yeah, nope. But… ya kept your word and I've even noticed that some parts of the facility are coming back online."

  "Oh, Well… Umm..."

  Dark was locking up again, not sure what to say. Lady Hildrantine was about to jump into the conversation to save the day yet again, but Bob continued.

  "I don't care why y'all are here. We never met ok? The Clam-a-Tailin’ Sister's elevator is down that hall through the doors to the outside, can't miss it. Luckily for y'all, they are night owls and stupidly leave the doors accessible for their convenience to come and go. I bet they're watching reruns of old shows as usual. I gotta catch up my area, laters."

  Bob walked off the same direction Tim had gone earlier with signs of tired feet. A faint smile could be seen peeking though as he turned his head away.

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  "Well... Alright. Okay. Yes! Let's go take them out of power!" Dark pumped himself up as he looked towards their next destination.

  "Agreed hun', I'm lookin' forward to showerin' after this gig. Hopin', from a shower head instead of a plastic bottle in the future." Hildra said, fiddling with the little bit of blonde hair sticking out of her helmet.

  Eyes widened. Dark quickly got excited at the same thought and hunched towards her, enthralled.

  "Oh! Me too actually? God… I haven't thought about it in forever it feels like. To just turn a knob and get safe, warm, water."

  Beanie Toe hopped onto him.

  "I HATE WATER, JUST LICKY." Beanie, then began to clean himself at the thought of previous attempts at water baths.

  "I'm Going To Have To Stay Here Unfortunately Guys. My Batteries Are Low, But I Might Join You All Later At 3/4 Charge. Hey, Other Me!"

  Dark's shoulder lit up.

  "Yes Me?"

  "Tell Me How It Goes Ok?"

  "Will Do Me."

  "Thank’s Me, Uwu."

  "Welcome Me, Uwu."

  "Oh, And One More Thing..."

  Rawkalon then shot soapy water onto a grooming Beanie Toe.

  "ACK! FAK QUE!"

  Beanie swiped at Rawkalon, knocking a googly eye off with a hiss.

  "Excellent. Revenge. I Am Off To Charge Now!"

  Rawkalon The Soapy One levitated his way back to the port to charge. His display went dark as he entered sleep mode. The team made their way to the looming water tower of the sirened mermaid sisters.

  ~~

  "This… will be the first time I may have to fight another human after going cyber huh? I'm... hoping no one loses their life tonight..." Dark reflected as the elevator zoomed up, hitting close to the halfway point.

  "What?!" shouted Hildra.

  "Your still green ta takin' someone's life?! In this day n’ age?! Then why you doing this if your not ready to killn’ someone?"

  "I..." Dark paused.

  Hildra composed herself.

  "I… understand it's a mess hun', but sometimes you're gonna have to. I've likely killed some wannabe thugs from time to time that be attemptin' to raid my shop near closin' time. They'd limp away all torn up and likely died a slow death. It's another reason I'd like a better healthcare system… They'd still have a chance to redemption ya know? And it'd certainly clear out some dark thoughts that be creepin'."

  "Hey..." muttered Dark.

  "Hmm?"

  Arms, crossed.

  His eyes lifted towards the ceiling.

  "We'll do what we can, alright? If it comes down to it, I will be precious and cold to stopping a threat. Logical and to the point. Though... It'd be cool not to add to my mental baggage eh? Ha."

  "Alright, fair Mr.Darkgeek, I'll be doin’ the same."

  He threw his hands on to the back of his head, emulating how Tessa would earlier on.

  "But we can still enjoy the thrill and excitement of the fight! Tip toeing the edges of death as we gloriously use every ounce of our strength to gain victory! Seconds, like frames in a fighting game, determine who wins and who loses!"

  Rawker illuminated immediately.

  "And Not Just Frames! Strategy! Fake Outs! Feints! Reserving Your Best Moves For When It Truly Matters! Glory To Valhalla!"

  "Yes my Computing Companion! Muhahaha!"

  "Muhahaha!" Rawker echoed as he shifted into a similarly dressed up version of Darkgeek.

  "Y'all are silly, I'ma gonna have to get y'all together with my lil' brother at some point after this, I'm sure it'll be good as cheese n’ crackers! Hehe!"

  Their pre-battle laughter simmered down. Beanie flicked his tail back and forth as he sat between them.

  "I'D KILL…" he meoyawned.

  Everyone fidgeted as the mood shifted to some awkward silence as the elevator continued...

  "Uh... yeah, you already showed us that earlier Beanie. Certainly, a shadow of death to be feared by all!" grinned Dark as he began to rub and scratch his furlord's shoulders with affection.

  "I think we are almost there, I'll take lead. Not gonna lie, I got hella some anxiety, but as the man who walked on water would say: 'Take courage!' So, I shall!"

  "Got it hun’!"

  "Agreed Indeed!"

  "MEOW K!"

  The lift stopped.

  The doors slid open with a rusted and jagged squeak.

  Humidity immediately drafted in as they exited, fogging up some of Rawker’s and Hildra’s displays. Smell of saltwater and a fishy body odor was heavy in the air as they surveyed the large domed room. Three hued lit pools surrounded a platform with a small dirty shipping container as its centerpiece, seemingly retrofitted into an unkempt half kitchen/living room area. Each body of water had a different current dazzling below its surface.

  "Hot dang, this place lookin' like a fish farm gone wrong!"

  "I Agree Lady Hildrantine, The Cheap Looking Awards They Have Accumulated For 'Best Kid Show' And The Like Littering The Netting On The Walls Reminds Me Of Old People's Social Media Pages."

  "You might even say… its 'Show Boating'? Aye? Ha ha!"

  "Oh, That's A Good One Darkgeek!" Rawker chuckled as he shifted into a pirate attire.

  Before they could continue criticizing the water tower turned dorm, 3 grotesque figures peaked above the surface of the overly blue body of water.

  Gargled female voices began shrieking towards them.

  "We'll continue this argument later! Who's there?!"

  "OH...Why you askin' me Daahlean?"

  "Not you Sharlean! Them hooligans over at the elevator. See, Daahlean?"

  "What?! Patlean, go take care of them to make up for what you did to me earlier! I'ma finish reviewing our latest show release! Sharlean! You need to focus more as usual, I can already tell in the first 5 minutes!" ordered the seemingly older sister as she submerged back down.

  Sharlean was aloof, looking at Daahlean first, then Dark's team, trying to comprehend what was exactly going on before they were interrupted. She continued to float and observe.

  "Ugh, Ok Daahlean."

  The younger sister launched herself out of the water onto the center platform with a heavy squishy thud as her octopus cybernetics adjusted into thick legs to support her morbidly obese body. Each sister was a tint of blue, though Patlean leaned more on the lavender side if you asked her.

  "Freaking kids, let's boogie!" roared Patlean, spreading out her manta ray fins from her back like that of a butterfly. Her short butch hair spiked as a sea urchin, revealing herself as an even more aquatic themed Biobrid. She charged at them as her clam covered breast clacked back and forth against her blubberous arms.

  Dark stomped his foot forward and pointed at the sisters direction as the whale was barreling towards them: "Clam-a-Tailin’ Sisters! Your neglectful leadership of Texas' water is over! Relinquish your title and..."

  "What? I thought we were gonna practice singing again? Water is fine, what are you talkin' about tall computer guy?" whined Sharlean, confused.

  "Uh, what? Well fuck it then I guess, we'll do it the fun way!" smiled Darkgeek as he readied himself.

  "Dang it Sharlean! These guys are here to start trouble! Take this!"

  A wild swing of Patlean's flappy arm flew towards Dark's head.

  But, with a calculated grabble, he stepped forward at the last second, suplexing her lard ass.

  Squoos… BAMsplat!

  The untreated tile fractured under her weight when it met her soggy spine. A gasp of air left her lungs like a popped balloon.

  Brown muk appeared beneath her.

  "Oh God, She's hella slimy and smells like microwaved eggs!"

  "Huuh… huuhh… Help..." she exhaled, trying to catch herself since she shit herself.

  "It'd Be Much Easier If You Simply Gave… Wait, Where The Smaller One Go?”

  Dark looked around, but didn’t see the other sister.

  A large splash was suddenly heard from their side as Patlean slipped away into the green river. She emerged back to the surface with Sharlean holding her, already back in the distant blue pool.

  "Why didn't anyone tell me these guys were trouble? Daahlean, we need help?"

  "I… did… you nincompoop..." inhaled Patlean as she regained her constitution.

  "Oh dang Dark, that lil' long eel haired mermaid is a quick swimmer!" exclaimed Lady Hildrantine.

  "Yes. I. Am lil' shield girl, and DON’T you forget it!" smiled Sharlean with her tiny head, clapping her one pale dwarfish crab clawed hand with pride.

  "Ok tube boobs, hagglin' time's over." Screeched Hildra through her helmet.

  She strutted towards them, ready to dance.

  "Ha! Tube Boobs!" Dark cackled.

  Electricity flowed through his hand as he met her side to assist.

  Beanie Toe followed behind, ready for whatever.

  Daahlean emerged from the depths.

  She began singing and performing, kicking her shark-like cybernetic leg fins to create rhythmic waves in the pool, hitting little rattles and bells along the edges. The sea anemone hair she possessed glowed pink and wiggled around seductively on her ugly cone shaped head.

  "We have guests! Then they complain we started a mess? Oh, but that’s a lie, we do protest! Then they invaded our cozy tower, where we practice and nest! So, shall we put you to sleep, or shall we put you to rest? Come at us, put those young hands to the test, you ignorant pest!"

  "I guess it's time to focus! Beanie Toe! It's speaky kitty time!"

  "BASS BASS!"

  Dark rubbed towards the backside of Beanie Toe, excited. With two pats on the cat's hip and a finger slide up, Beanie's thigh speakers began to vibrate. Sick and twisted rock music from Dark's personal collection filled the room.

  Beanie Toe swayed his hips to the tunes. And, even bob his head from side to side a little.

  "Finally! Time For Some Shredding Audio Files!" Rawker exclaimed as the first lyric slapped.

  "It's time to rock! I'll take on the barnacle boobed siren! Hildra, pick one!"

  "Already called dibs on the smug eel head hun'!"

  "Ight! Beanie Toe! Stop the big one! Try not to kill her alright Beanie?"

  "HMMMMMAYBE!"

  "And Rawker, I'm counting on you to keep things efficient!"

  "Righty Tighty!"

  Daahlean leaped across from blue water to green.

  Her razor sharp claws swiped at Dark, clipping some of his USBs off.

  His electrified fist flew, but missed its target.

  "Hehehe! God is with me! My voice give him glee, as he listens to me!"

  "Oh, fuck off! You attention whoremanity! Time to shock your system!"

  Dark stuck his hand into the water in an attempt to shock the pool, but it did nothing.

  "Come here sweetie!"

  Patlean then grabbed Dark's arm and yanked him into the water.

  “He..!” Spaassh.

  Beanie Toe bolted in after them.

  The music took on a loud muffled tone as the water wiggled.

  "Shit! Dark!"

  Hildra got interrupted.

  The pale claw came from the blue shadows, slicing at her ankle.

  It missed as she kicked away, taking just a little rubber off the heel.

  "You need to focus on little old ME child! Imma getcha! Hehe!"

  She leaped into the dark purple pool: a whirlpool with how extreme its currents were.

  And Sharlean was able to swim it, in any way she liked.

  "GIVE me a hug!"

  The eel head mermaid pounced towards Hildra's feet again, rapidly repeating between rapids of purple and blue.

  She wanted to slice her feet clean off.

  "I'm not enjoyin' this kind of boot scoot!"

  She flung a shield at the piranha pincher, but blue buoyancy denied a direct hit.

  Sharlean grabbed Hildra's shin while slithering past her.

  Hildra was knocked on her ass.

  The mermaid pinned her dolphin tail onto the other leg as she laid helpless.

  She prepared to lay the killing blow as she arched over.

  "Gotcha, you HUSSIE!"

  The ghostly pincher glimmered with hungered dew.

  "Hehe! I think not fishtits!"

  She firmly grasped the hand on her shin and snapped it back with a crunch as it went limp.

  Lady Hildrantine had feint vulnerability to lure her target close.

  The claw came down in haste.

  But it was met with a boot heel.

  A distinct click sound was heard as wrist and arch met mid air.

  A hidden 4-inch buzzsaw flipped out like a spur. As it grinded and dug into flesh and cybernetics, the pale weapon separated and shot off into the purple pool.

  "Aaaeeee! OUCH! Ouch!"

  Sharlean struggled back towards the water, bleeding everywhere, but Hildra pinned her tail down with a heavy stomp.

  "I 'huss see' you're about to be dreamin'!"

  Hildra had readied her other shield.

  Thwop!

  Sharlean's tiny head got beaned, knocking her out cold.

  As Hildra disengaged her boot, she realized some of Dark's corniness was starting to leech into her speech.

  "Damn, I really be sayin’ that? I best help Dar.."

  Darkgeek then emerged from the green pool along with Beanie Toe as they wrestled the other two cybernetic mermaids.

  "Hazzabakitty!"

  The Nerd yelled with excitement while holding Daalean's neck locked around one of his arms and locking his legs into Patlean's mantaray wings.

  Using his free hand, he was taking pot shots at the urchin dome.

  "RRRRRRAAAAAAWWWWWRRRRR!"

  The soaked Beanie Toe growled as he grabbed one of Dark's usb cords and wrapped it around quickly and tightly around Daaleans torso, pinning arms and body.

  "You idiots! Help me first before yourself!" screamed Daalean.

  Dark, ignoring her as she was mummified by a wet pussy with his wires, kept hitting Patlean.

  "Just! Go! To! Sleep!"

  Rawker joined in: "Yeah! Darkeon Punch! Nerd Smack Attack! KO This Fishhole!"

  After enough flailing and connected punches (plus quite a few deep scratches from Beanie Toe), She finally passed out. Dark yeeted both of them onto the platform.

  "Whooooo yaaa! That's done!"

  Daalean was still conscious, but secured.

  "You fuckin' shit cunt tarts! Why are you doing this?!"

  Dark began to jug some vinegar, having lost a lot of energy from the underwater tussle.

  "Hmmhmm… Hildra… Hmm… explain?"

  "No prob hun'. I'll explain it to ya like I'm speakin' to a child: your no longer the bosses. We are gonna be fixin' up this place, and we're gonna take care of the rest of the places your friends have been messin’ up too!"

  "Hmmmm… ahhhh..." Dark capped his empty bottle as he entered into his tipsy state.

  "And fuck your greed!"

  He Then tossed Daalean into the small shipping container room.

  "And guess what?" Dark shouted as he grabbed the other 2 Clam-a-Tailin' Sisters and threw.

  "I'ma put y'all in timeout! Take some fuckin' time to self reflect, and maybe imagine yourselves in the less fortunate shoes of others!"

  Dark started to shut the metal doors.

  Daalean wailed.

  "It's not our fault this facility is shitty! It's the workers fault! They need to work harder! I don't want to upset Richard again! Please! This was supposed to be an easy position! I didn't even want to do this I swear! Show me mercy oh God!"

  Dark, hearing the call for mercy, soured his face.

  "Mercy eh?"

  "Yes, please!"

  Dark smiled and gave a straight answer.

  "Nope!"

  A hefty slam of the doors clanked, and the prison poles sealed them in tightly.

  Dark then turned to Lady Hildrantine.

  "And now, We're just gonna flush it!"

  "Flush it... huh?"

  Darkgeek, grabbing the edge of the container, started lifting it up foot by foot until it was right above him, pushing him to his max lift.

  "Rawker, if I'm remembering correctly, that purple pool goes out to the Simpadalupe River and towards the ocean right?"

  "You Got It! Glad You Paid Attention To That Part During Planning!"

  The other sisters had woken up from the shifting around, and panicked, yet muffled, yelling could be heard back and forth.

  "Ight! Good bye bitches of the sea!"

  With great strength, Dark hurtled the container into the pool. Clanks of the metal container bounced back and forth against the tower's cement walls. Eventually, fading out as it made its way down.

  The Clam-a-Tailin' Sisters drifted down the artificial waterway for quite some time. Like other pieces of trash, the container quickly blended in with other barges of waste that tended to float the river. Tales of eerie, siren-like voices rumored the locals, begging them to the water and how hungry they were. As time moved on, eventually this would become known as The River Wenches of the Simpadalupe River.

  A well known children's rhyme would be created surrounding the mysterious event, teaching kids about the safety of swimming and the importance of keeping rivers clear of debris.