Two weeks after the attack…
Deathmatch looks over the bustling homeless encampment from above, paranoia scratching at the back of his brain. He just knows that someone from the inside must have had a hand in him getting set up, and so he has been keeping an extra close eye on those who have caused HIS people, the ones that society wishes to forget, trouble in the past. Deathmatch, for lack of a better term, is the Tlatoani of this vast encampment. The people here used to fear and distrust his presence up until he had helped to stop a construction company owned by Mr. Champ himself from decimating the warehouses to make room for over priced apartments.
“Baaaaah!” A small voice bleats. Deathmatch whirls around, looking down to find what looks to be a little stuffed animal dressed in a black suit with a red tie and ram skull mask. “What the HELL do YOU want?” Deathmatch demands. The “Vram Plushie”as it is called, just stares up at him blankly, its black button eyes glistening. Deathmatch knows that this particular one had taken up residence in the food dump area over a year ago, but what does it want from him now? “Go on, SPEAK. I’m losing my patience…” He huffs. The Vram Plushie starts talking in gibberish, its movements erratic and frantic. I have no time for this… Deathmatch’s annoyance quickly reaches a breaking point.
“I have no time for this NONSENSE!” Deathmatch shouts as he kicks the Vram Plushie. The stuffed creature lets out a startled “EEP!” as it is launched into the air followed by a joyful cry of “Weeeeee-” as it falls down to the dark ground below. “Oscar! You didn’t NEED to do that!” Tempo cries. Deathmatch huffs, completely ignoring them as he storms back into his private area of the warehouse.
Deathmatch collapses onto his bed made up of old mattresses and blankets, trying to calm his pounding heart. Dani should be here any time now, they always make me feel better… he reassures himself. He and Dani have a long history, one that goes back to when he had first arrived in Newon at age eighteen. He and Dani had attended the same music school together and became close friends, and Dani had helped him out with acquiring a special chest binder when he had suddenly developed gigantomastia, a rare physical condition that had caused his breasts to grow to alarming proportions just weeks before he was to perform at a famous music festival.
“Oscar?” A gentle voice asks. Deathmatch looks up, all stress and anger leaving his body as a white masculine person with long brown hair walks over to the bed. “Dani. It’s been a while since we have had time together, my love.” Deathmatch’s voice sounds different. It is now gentle and warm compared to its usual harsh commanding tone. Dani climbs onto the bed, his slim six foot frame dwarfed by Deathmatch’s broad seven foot eight one.
“Will you take off your mask for me?” Dani asks. Deathmatch hesitates, then with a quick motion takes off his face covering. “There you are, Oscar.” Dani smiles. Deathmatch, or Oscar rather, has light brown skin, deep brown eyes, and a handsome face covered by a symmetrical tattoo. He is most certainly human, however the only thing off about him are the two curved horns on either side of his head. “You also need to take off your binder, I know you’ve been wearing it longer than you should.” “But-”
“Shhhh…” Dani whispers. “You know I will never judge your condition.” Oscar sits up, the top half of his body suit disappearing to reveal a black binder. “Let me help you, love.” Dani says. Dani slowly slips off Oscar’s binder, revealing his almost painfully massive breasts that droop down to his belly button. Oscar breaths out shakily. Even though he knows that he is safe with Dani, the thought of someone finding out about his “embarrassing” condition makes him feel anxious and ashamed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it here after the attack, but I’m here now and plan on staying for a week at most.” Dani reassures him.
“That will be nice.” Oscar says, looking down at his non binary partner. Oscar remembers the night Dani had found him as Deathmatch. They had been shocked and scared at Oscar’s transformation, and understandably so. Oscar had made a deal with a sin demon to gain his music based magic and powerful physique, but as a result he was marked by Sin and grew horns, a now permanent reminder of his desperate want for revenge. Dani had been nothing but sympathetic towards him, and Dani had admitted that they always held feelings for Oscar other than friendship. Now the two have a strong romantic relationship with each other, and it is one of the only things that can pull Oscar away from his near constant anger and self centered thinking.
“I’m sure you’ve seen the ad Mr. Champ is running about you and others…” Dani says. Oscar tenses up. “Yes, and I plan on making him regret ever setting me up like that.” Oscar sighs. “But, he has so many resources and followers and a private security force, aren’t you worried he might succeed in his promises to get rid of you?” Oscar’s eyes grow angry, he bares his teeth in a snarl. “I WON’T let him WIN. I’ll fucking KILL him in his sleep!” Oscar shouts, his chest heaving. Oscar’s vision suddenly grows blurry, his body shuddering. Dani watches as their partner’s eyes close for a moment, a clear sign that he is switching. Oscar’s eyes open, a brief look of confusion crossing his face before his eyes land on Dani.
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“Hello, Dani.” Tempo says in a higher pitched version of Oscar’s voice, a smile on their face. They seem completely unaware of Oscar’s angry outburst. “Hey, Tempo.” Dani greets them. Dani fully knows about Oscar’s Dissociative Identity Disorder, and has made acquaintances with both Tempo and a nameless child alter. “Did I interrupt something important…?” Tempo asks meekly. “Uh, no, you’re good.” Dani quickly lies. Tempo looks down at their chest. “He’s been wearing that binder for almost three days without breaks, I was about to take control and rip the thing off.” Tempo explains. “Oh, his chest must really be bothering him if he’s taking such a big risk like that…” Dani says sadly.” I can’t blame him, I know how debilitating body dysphoria can feel.” Tempo sighs.
Dani knows full well that Tempo’s body within Oscar’s innerworld is vastly different from the physical one. Tempo had described them self as being an extremely fat cyberpunk inspired robot powered by music who is around Dani’s height. Dani also knows that Tempo has limited knowledge and details about the traumatic side of Oscar’s childhood and formed as both a protector and friend. Dani and Tempo may not be romantic partners, but the two do enjoy having sexual interactions. Dani feels their breathing quicken as they see Tempo rubbing Oscar’s breasts to soothe the pain and aching. “May I help?” Dani asks. A mischievous look appears on Oscar’s face. “Of course, I’m sure Oscar would have wanted you to do so anyway.”
Dani straddles Oscar’s body, beginning to massage the doughy breast tissue. Soon, the massaging becomes something more erotic, Dani huffing as they grope and squeeze their lover’s chest. Their actions grow even more passionate as Tempo moans in pleasure. The two messily make out with each other, their clothes swiftly become discarded on the floor.
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Mr. Champ looks down at the homeless encampment from a silent hovercraft high above, Shade by his side. “Is it ready?” He asks into a small microphone. “Big Ivan is ready to go!” A voice replies enthusiastically. Mr. Champ smiles. “Okay, son! All you need to do is place that target sensor thingy, whatever it’s called, on top of that warehouse below us and then the light show begins!” Mr. Champ instructs. Shade looks over to the man he now considers a father, his heart beating in excitement. “On it, I’ll make you proud!” Shade leaps from the aircraft, disappearing into the shadows below. However, A familiar pair of dark button eyes carefully watch Shade’s silent descent from a pile of garbage.
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Tempo and Dani huff and moan as they engage in sexual intercourse, Dani nearly fainting a few times from how intense it gets. Finally, Dani cries out loud as they reach a climax, their eyes rolling up into their skull as they release all the built up tension. The two then pull away from each other, exhausted and panting for air. “Damn…” Dani sighs once their heart rate slows. “Baaaah!” Dani and Tempo jump at the sharp goat bleat, instinctively covering themselves with the tattered bed sheets as they spot the Vram Plushie Oscar had encountered earlier standing in the doorway. In an instant, Oscar is back in control of his body. “It’s that little shit…” He growls.
Oscar’s Deathmatch suit reappears on his body as he throws off the covers, stalking towards the Vram Plushie with clenched fists. “Please don’t do anything harsh…” Dani says. Deathmatch grabs the Vram Plushie, lifting them into the air. “What do you WANT?” He hisses. “Baaaah!!!” It bleats frantically and points towards the window. Dani, now back in their clothes, runs over to the window, throwing it open and looking around. Then they look up. “We need to get EVERYONE out of here, NOW!!!” Dani’s voice sounds panicked, filled with genuine fear. Deathmatch doesn’t even question what his partner sees as he drops the Vram Plushie and runs out the door, hitting an alarm as he goes. There are shouts of panic as the residents of the main warehouse are startled awake by the blaring noise.
“Get out, NOW!!!” Deathmatch yells. Pandemonium ensues, everyone grabbing what little they can before fleeing into the night and towards a distant field. “WAIT-” Dani shouts. But it is too late. Gunshots sound from the field, the innocent homeless who had almost reached it dropping to the ground, covered in blood. “THEY’RE SURROUNDING US!” Dani cries. Deathmatch activates his music, flying up into the air. Sure enough, he sees that every possible exit is filled with a mixture of Mr. Champ’s fanatics and private security force. Deathmatch drops down, adrenaline starting to pump through his veins. “What do WE need to do!?” Deathmatch shouts to his people. “Fight back!!!” The homeless shout in unison, dragging out their makeshift weapons and shields along with proper ones that had been captured from the original assault on the encampment a few years prior.
“Dani, hide. Then get out of here when you can.” Deathmatch whispers. “I will. Stay safe, my love.” Dani runs back into the warehouse, Deathmatch knowing that they are making their way to a tunnel that connects with a small hidden section of the vast Newon sewer system. “Watch each other’s back! No one will die in vain tonight! LET’S GO!” Deathmatch charges forward, throwing his obsidian club like a boomerang. The weapon catches the first group of enemies off guard as it seems to take on a life of its own, flying around while mutilating everyone within reach before returning to Deathmatch’s hand.
The homeless clash valiantly with their oppressors, taking down many within moments despite taking serious hits themselves. Deathmatch, lost in the fight, doesn’t notice that they are all being pushed back towards the main warehouse where a large hovercraft floats high above. The hatch at the bottom of it opens, a mechanical arm holding onto what appears to be an old fashioned nuke lowering into position. Mr. Champ’s goons suddenly start to flee, dropping their weapons. “KEEP PUSHING! WE’RE WINNING!” Deathmatch yells to a round of cheering.
The mechanical arm above finishes lining up with the sensor Shade had placed on the roof of the warehouse earlier. The sensor beeps, lighting up. There is a loud CLICK, and the arm releases the bomb that Mr. Champ has dubbed “Big Ivan.” it crashes through the roof of the main warehouse, exploding into a bright white light once it reaches the ground.