Enter Free For All [any universe, any version, just let me know, noisy muse is noisy, etc.~]

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Metaroids could be truly interesting things. To think that a Metaroid from a film projector could create life-like, realistic and, most importantly, solid and tangible images... To consider the power inherent in simple kitchen tools...

Discovering the existence of polygraph machines was trés bien as far as Enter was concerned, and upon corrupting one of these marvelous machines with Metavirus: Shinjitsu, he was presented with a Metaroid that could, through the facilitation of small darts, force the victim to speak only the truth.

What havoc they will wreak together. Magnifique!

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The Go-Busters are troublesome, to say the least. Always showing up at the worst possible moment, ruining any fun I might have been about to have.

"Shinjitsuroid!" I call to my newest creation, and it is a beauty, such as these things go. "There," I point with my whole hand, fingers crooked, and grin as the darts spray out towards that worst offender of poor timing, Red Buster.

Of course, the darts are unlikely to have any worthwhile effect on him. He is already incapable of keeping secrets or telling lies.

lmao

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I toss myself to the side, rolling back to my feet, but one of the darts is lodged in my upper arm.

I yank it out, and glare at it.

...I don't feel any different. "Enter!" I call. "What are you playing at!"

sry not sry, s'truth.

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"A game, Red Buster, a game!"

I laugh, a shrill and obnoxious purposeful facsimile of Escape. I understand why she does that sometimes, just not the frequency.

"A truth telling game, non?"

OH NOES

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I do a double take when he does that LAUGH.

"Truth telling?" I ask. "That doesn't seem terribly destructive. Enter. You're slipping."

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My face falls into an indifferent mask, but for the sharp smirk that pulls one side of my mouth up at an awkward angle.

"You underestimate the natural self-destructive nature of humans, Red Buster. From now, until my dear Shinjitsuroid is destroyed, everyone we have attacked cannot lie. Cannot even bend the truth. Cannot withhold it."

I tilt my head onto one side and stare at him. "Imagine. Absolute honesty for all."

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I blink. "You mean like... when Yoko-chan's hair looks stupid, I'll tell her that? Every single time?"

...I am doomed.

Completely, utterly DOOMED.

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I grin at him for that. "Now you are beginning to understand the severity of my little project today. Messiah will be well amused, don't you think?"

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"It'll amuse him when Yoko-chan kicks me from here to San Francisco?" I ask woefully.

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I stare at him blankly for a moment after that.

"Among other things, I think."

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"I don't see how else it will go wrong?" I say cautiously, quite truthfully. It can't be that bad if we all tell the truth, right

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"Tch." I roll my eyes, and then for good measure roll them again. "The disgusting part is that you truly believe that, or you never would have said it. Triste."

I approach him at a slow stalk, spreading my fingers and considering just fighting him. It would be easier.

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"It'd be a lot simpler if you'd just attack," I sigh at him. It would. I wish I could stop telling him these things, though.

...why do I care if he looks disappointed in me?

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"Oh, but I am." I inform him, stopping an arms reach from him with my hands spread, almost a decent play at being helpless and at his mercy, or at least unarmed.

None of these things are true, of course. "This is an attack, isn't it? An attack of will. An attack on the sheer concept of truth."

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"That sounds very grandiose but it's still confusing," I say grumpily. "Just hit me!"

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He actually catches me at that, and I hesitate, stalking towards him, eyes narrowed.

"This is your truth, Red Buster?"

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I nod, wrist raised so I can transform. "Yes."

Would've told him that before. Apart from Yoko kicking my ass, I still don't see much of a point to this truth thing.

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"You want me to hurt you?" My voice goes tense, and then I strike, lashing out with my cables, wrapping his arms and pulling him close, snarling into his face. "Why, Red Buster. Why? Tell me."

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He moves too fast with his cables, dragging me close. I grunt, tugging at them, but I can't get my arms free to call for a weapon.

"Because it's simpler!" I say irritably.

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I search his eyes for a moment, but of course he's speaking the truth. He has to, he will be compelled to until my Metaroid has been defeated. And in the meantime...

I snarl and fling him away from me, against a nearby wall. "You are human! Flawed, and human! What makes you think anything will ever be simple?"

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I manage to tuck before I hit the wall, and don't do too much damage. I drop to the ground, shake my head to clear it, then stand again.

Compared to some times when he's thrown me into things, that was nothing. "Compared to some times when you've hurt me that wasn't much," I find myself saying. "And of course things can be simple! You know that!"

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I snarl at his bravado, aware that I am holding back and somehow unable to do anything about it.

"Non!" I snap my cables at him again. "Simplicity is an illusion, a construct of your feeble mind."

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I dodge, firing, but just aiming at his cables. I don't want him to go, I just don't want him to maim me. "You're getting awfully upset about this," I observe.

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I don't quite have conscious control over my cables when they slam into the pavement, sending up little bits of gravel, not to mention sparks where they drag.

"Why are you not attacking me?"

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"You want me to attack you?" I turn the question back on him, grinning just a little. This is so strange!