Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Wooooo~

Night Whisperer had no tears but wanted to cry. He had never been so aggrieved.

Pah!

He flew to them, hitting his already bloodied chin on a sink behind him.

Bam!

He felt his jaw dislocate and several of his teeth go loose.

Give up? No way!

'Com'on, think, think, think… Wait... Sink... Tap... Water… That's it!'

Several light bulbs went off in his mind as he spat a mouthful of blood and reached for the extendable tap, spraying water on the puppet.

"Fry!... Fry to bits, ya filthy animal!"

Fheeee!~

The water spiraled in the air, and the puppet suddenly halted.

Night Whisperer's pupils enlarged and turned crescent.

Yes!

After all, from the puppet's movements, there might be many unseen cracks on its outer frame, allowing water to flow into its main system.

Night Whisperer had an almost insane look, spraying the water as though he was spraying bullets from a machine gun.

Say hello to my little friend!

Fheee~

Water here, water there.

It's working. It's working!

Bahahahahahahah~

His breathing accelerated, his muscles increasingly tense, his belly field with pleasurable butterflies, his adrenaline pumping vigorously through his veins... Night Whisperer had reached a state many called 'Illusionary Peak.'

His mind was already relaying what he wanted to see rather than what was happening.

For these brief few seconds, he had been seen into the battle he felt he had won.

It was sad for such a skilled veteran to fall into this trance. But only the very desperate fall into the state.

The ass whopping before was too great, with the puppet giving him no chance to retaliate. So during this period, when he felt he had the upper hand, his mind conjured what he wanted to believe in.

Pah!

The puppet landed a fierce blow on his face, waking him from his stupor.

"You...." Didn't he fry the bloody thing's internal mainframe?

His mind was clouded, and his feet felt cold. A primitive and instinctive fear made him unconsciously lean backward.

His eyes were darting maniacally, and his brain and body were trying their hardest to fight for survival.

What should he do? How should he gain victory?

.

Ahhhh!!!!~

"You bastard! Warriors can be killed but can never be stimulated!"

Pah!

A robot slapped the butt cheeks of one of the men. It had ripped a hole at the back of its tight-fitting suit, even ripping the man's underwear, as though a dog had done the job.

And after placing the man on its knee, the puppet spanked the 'bad child' until his entire buttocks were as red as a monkey's butt.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

The man wished the ground would open up and swallow him away.

The shame...

The man was on Night Whisperer's team and had never faced the prior battle. So this humiliation was too much for him.

In another corner, a girl was cursing at the wooden robot puppet, dragging and slamming her on the walls to no end.

"You stop for me! You're breaking my bones! Stop! Stop!... I said you should stop!"

Okay.

The creature suddenly stopped, letting go of her feet. But just when she thought her ordeal was over, she saw a familiar object in its hands.

Was that her blade?

The puppet raised it high like a serial killer, marching straight for her.

What? Since she didn't want hand-to-hand combat, why not opt for the next best thing?

The girl almost sprayed blood from regret.

"No! No! I changed my mind. Look! Look? That's my feet. Take it and do as you like, but drop the bloody blade down!!!"

Mommy... What sort of script was this?

Was this lunatic puppet trying to redesign her face?

It had already leaned in too closely with the blade held so creepily that her hair began standing.

And what did she see?

Its original blue eyes turned deep red like someone had flipped a kill switch.

F***!

She was so scared she nearly peed herself.

"I get it! I get it; I'll do whatever you want! But first, put the blade down!"

After this, she needed a raise.

(:T×T:)

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In another corner, Snake was also fighting hand-to-hand combat with his opponent, though nothing he did chased the puppet.

He was like an ant jumping around a rock.

Where did his former confidence go?

He had prepared for weeks, training harder than usual and buying all high-tech gear in the black market.

Snake and the gang had suited up with the latest technology, feeling overly confident and arrogant when infiltrating the space.

So who can tell him why things turned out this way? His comrades were wailing at the top of their lungs, being subjected to many humiliating ordeals.

No! No!

Was he going to give up just like that?

He ran towards the puppet with several kitchen objects in his hand. He thought the puppet would come at him in full swing. But just then, he felt a sharp pain between his legs.

Bam!

A terrible explosion went off in his mind.

3, 2, 1…

It took a moment to register that this had actually happened.

Foul play! Foul play!

Was this bastard puppet trying to end his lineage?

Snake's eye turned red as his hand reached for his little man.

He felt his heart was beating from down there rather than his chest.

Good heavens, man!

Did he need a doctor?

Old Gia and many others gave him a sympathetic look. Even after breaking their mortal shells, they would never dream of receiving an attack down here.

It was just a universal code to all male beings that such a move was foul.

"Flee! Flee! Make a run for it!" The leader's voice bellowed, knowing their mission was once again compromised.

But how can they come and go as they like?

The doors refused to open, and the beatings continued till the puppets suddenly withdrew themselves from the scene.

'_'

What just happened?

Snake crawled back to his feet, listening to the Strange rumbling noises growing louder and louder.

Look up!

The ceiling above opened, and his worst horrors were realized.

It wasn't over yet. They'll play till daybreak. And this time, the only way they'll be leaving is in a police wagon.

Tonight, this matter ends!