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Written by Rebel Scum
Written by Rebel Scum
Another average day within S.A.L.T Diner passes by as Raz and Sasha investigate the source of Boyd’s newfound madness. Boyd sits at the bar surrounded by empty glass milk bottles, reminiscing about his time as a security guard at the asylum. That is, until two rather curious individuals decide to make themselves known.
Uh, you good dude?
Y-yes, I think so. M-may I have another glass of milk?
Sorry dude, but I’m gonna have to cut you off. We’re runnin' out of milk for the shakes.
But I’m a paying customer! Don’t tell me... did he put you up to this?
Who? I have no idea what you’re talking about, man.
Skeet goes off to attend the other patrons at the bar, leaving Boyd to linger in the squalor of milk bottles. Boyd picks one up and stares at the glass to see his reflection. His face isn’t the one staring back at him, but rather the Milkman’s. Boyd tosses the bottle in disgust and sulks within the mess he created.
Damn it all! What am I even doing here?! I don’t even like milk! I’ve had it up to here with The Milkman; I’m not going to let that dairy peddler win over me!
Would you like some help?
Boyd turns around to meet the voice of whoever said that only to be met with two blue floating masses.
Is this a trick? Am I seeing things? I must be… you two can’t possibly be real…
I’m pretty sure we’re real, at least I hope so! Be honest, am I truly the ‘strangest’ thing you’ve seen since you entered this bar?
You’re making too much sense, which must mean you aren’t real!
Whether I’m real or not doesn’t change the fact that I’m here to help you, Boyd!
How do you know my name?
I read the registry, of course!
Even if I were to believe you, why would you want to help me?
Because that’s our job, silly!
A-alright, but if you try any funny business I won’t hesitate to throw some punches!
Good! Now then, let’s start with your time at the asylum...
Before Boyd and Omochao can even start their ‘therapy session’ Sasha barges in quite abruptly.
How did you get that information?
What do you mean?
Where did you learn about the asylum?
I...
Omochao spends some time to think about it, but draws a blank.
I- actually don’t know! Do you remember, Navi?
Nope!
What the hell? What does this mean, Sasha?
We won’t know until we investigate further. Blue thing, we’re going to have to make a trip inside your psyche in order to find the origin within your repressed memories...
Psyche? But it’s a robot!
Don’t be so narrow-minded, Raz. As long as it has the capacity to think for itself, it has a psyche just like the rest of us.
I’d be happy to help!
Sasha pulls out a mental door and attaches it to Omochao. The door opens and sucks Raz and Sasha inside.
Whoa! Get a look at this place!
Raz and Sasha find themselves inside a bustling city sprawling in every direction. Multiple copies of Omochao seem to act completely as the city’s public officials; There are copies of Omochao directing traffic, others doing construction, and some even serving as police. The city’s residents, however, seem to be other chao.
Let’s not waste any time, this thing’s censors could be on us at any moment.
Wait, there’s a memory vault over there. We should probably check it out.
Raz busts open the memory vault to play what’s inside. To his surprise, it plays the tape of Boyd’s time at the asylum.
Well, that answers one of our questions. But... how did it get here?
I have a theory, but I’ll need more evidence before I can confirm anything. Come, we have some searching to do.
Sasha and Raz explore the city until their search is interrupted by the sound of an explosion.
Don’t tell me…
Do you recognize that sound?
It can’t be… That’s impossible!
Raz levitates away in a rush to investigate the source of the sound.
Hey! Don’t get reckless now!
Sasha attempts to catch up with Raz only to find him staring into the distance in shock.
No, this can’t be happening!
What is it, Raz? What do you see?
Raz points into the distance to see the Omochao police force fighting alongside Omochao’s censors against a certain milk-toting madman.
Special delivery today!
The Milkman blows them all away with one well-placed milk jug. Raz begins to rush over there, but Sasha grabs his arm to stop him.
Don't, Raz!
But we gotta stop him!
We've got what we came for. If we intervene now, there’s no telling what further damage we would do to this thing’s psyche. Neither of us are strong enough to take him, so let’s exfiltrate for now!
Sasha takes out the smelling salts and gives Raz a whiff before smelling them himself, forcefully booting them out of Omochao’s mind.
What was that just now?
Boyd’s psyche must be leaking into this Diner’s collective unconscious, causing his memories to infect the minds of others. If my theory is correct, then this won’t be the last we see events happening like this. Tell me, blue thing, would you mind joining us in our investigation? We could use someone who’s already inflicted to get access to the collective unconscious here.
The name is Omochao, and of course! What do you think, Navi?
Let’s go! Where do we start?
We'll start by calibrating the Brain Tumbler to target this collective unconscious. Raz, you stay with Boyd. Make sure he doesn’t do anything destructive.
This is all my fault, isn’t it? Oh, I’m so sorry for all this trouble…
It’s gonna be okay, Boyd. We’ll get to the bottom of this!
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