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[carnivore-x]

In celebration of this reaching over 2000 views, I give you the next part. It's the second to last section of Hell!

VI

   Dr. Fetus sat on a chamber in the portal room, tinkering with a complex device. Robots worked all around him, running back and forth, bringing and taking materials, putting his wonderful, wonderful nuke together. He cackled in psychotic glee. After repairing his suit, he had gotten right to work on the bomb. He had checked Meat Boy’s progress, and found him in the midst of the thirteenth zone. Not much time left, not much time at all. Though the Meat Boy corpses were falling at an incredible rate. His nemesis was clearly dying a lot. Occasionally, one of the corpses would get in the way of his work, but he had set up a robot or two with saw shooters to stop that from happening.
   He heard a sound behind him, and turned. The robot look-alike he had created was standing there, holding Bandage Girl tightly in its arms. She looked at Dr. Fetus, now wearing a spare suit.
   “Busy, are you?” she asked snidely. Dr. Fetus just glared at her.
   “Tie her up,” he directed the robot. “I need to finish this before...”
   “Meat Boy is here, Dr. Fetus,” the Governing Horn growled from behind him.
   Dr. Fetus groaned. “Can you delay him? I need to finish this before he gets to me.”
   “Of course. Though, I assume you might want to add your own personal flare to my... blockade?”
   Dr. Fetus grinned. This could actually be interesting. “Yes,” he replied. “Make yourself... presentable... in whatever way you see fit.”
   A few minutes later, perched on a different ledge with a bound and gagged Bandage Girl beside him,  Dr. Fetus watched Meat Boy run into the portal room, on a different ledge. Meat Boy paused, looking around, as corpses fell around him. One landed right beside him, face down. He poked it, and it turned over.
   “AAAhhhhhhggggghhhhh!” Meat Boy screamed. “What the...”
   “Hell?” Dr. Fetus asked, throwing a rock into Meat Boy’s face. “Where did you think your corpses went?”
   Meat Boy turned on him, but with a look of glee, Dr. Fetus gestured down into the lava pit. A rumbling came from there, where the Governing Horn stood on top of a pile of Meat Boy corpses, his hands raised. A demonic glow surrounded him, soon covering the entire pile of corpses. He burrowed deep with in. Dr. Fetus and Meat Boy could hear his voice, becoming deeper, louder, and more guttural as he spoke.
   “Meat Boy... I’d like you to MEET... LITTLE HOOOORRRRRRNNNN!”
   The pile of corpses rose up, and Dr. Fetus gasped. The bodies had formed a gigantic version of the Governing Horn!
   “I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO DO THIS!” The Governing Horn bellowed. “SAY GOOOD-BYYYYEEEE!!! RRRRRRGGGGHHHAAAA!”
   His fist slammed down onto the ledge angrily, then swiped it across. Meat Boy could barely jump over in time. The Governing Horn, now Little Horn, repeated with his other fist. Meat Boy jumped over it, then stood in the center of the ledge, smirking. Little Horn roared, then lifted his head up. Meat Boy, predicting what was coming, sprinted out of the way at the last second. Little Horn’s head slammed down with a roar. He pulled back up, moaning, and a lump appeared on his head. Little Horn groaned, then screamed. Flaming corpses dislodged from the cavern roof and fell onto the ledge. Meat Boy avoided them, but Little Horn slammed down his fist, crushing Meat Boy flat beneath it. Meat Boy had died!
   Suddenly, he appeared back in the platform, and a corpse fell through the portal, healing Little Horn. Seeing that Little Horn could hold Meat Boy off for a while, Dr. Fetus turned back to his work.
   After five or ten minutes, the bomb was finished, and Bandage Girl was stuffed into Dr. Fetus’s busted suit. He placed her on top of the bomb, tied in place, and sat back to watch the show.
   Little Horn had two lumps on his head, and was getting more erratic, dropping flaming corpses and slamming his fists all over. Suddenly, he smashed his head down once more, and it was all over.
   The third lump did the trick. The Governing Horn’s control over the many corpses was broken, and his borrowed body crumbled into the lava with a scream and an explosion. The Governing Horn was gone, either incinerated or crushed by the mass of corpses.
   Meat Boy jumped over to where he had last seen Dr. Fetus, but he was too late. With a casual press of his remote button, Dr. Fetus made the bomb rise, slow and epic, out of the lava. He could almost hear the epic organ music playing. Meat Boy saw Bandage Girl, unfortunately disguised as Dr. Fetus, standing on the bomb. He leaped up, and tackled Bandage Girl off the bomb, pounding on her face when they landed on a ledge. Dr. Fetus doubled over with laughter. Meat Boy, beating up his own girlfriend. The two lovers looked up at him, and with a wicked grin, Dr. Fetus pressed the button. There was a rumbling, and then, in a huge explosion, the world ended.

There you go! One more section of Hell to post. Also, I have a question for all of you. What are your thoughts on Dr. Fetus in this story. Do you hate him, or sympathize with him? Do you want him to get his revenge, or not? Would you be happy if he died, or sad? Do you have empathy for him? Please answer. If I'm doing my job right, it should be a blend of all of those. As soon as one person responds answers the question, or I finish part four of the Rapture, I'll post the next section and finish Hell. Hope you like it!  

[thedarkfreack]

As the writer, you do what feels right with you. It'll work better that way.

[carnivore-x]

Yes, I'm doing that anyway, but I want to know... actually, good point. I wasn't planning on changing much of anything based on the responses, I just wanted to know how people were feeling. And you did (technically) answer the question, so I'm going to post the next part now.

VII

   Dr. Fetus was falling through the air. He looked around at the world, and found it dark and desolate. He could see the shadowy haze of what appeared to be a city on the far edge of the horizon, decimated and ruined. The bomb had done its job. The world had just experienced the Rapture, and would undoubtedly be filled with zombies, decayed buildings, and mutated monsters by now. Perfect.
   He could see his robot self sprinting toward the ruined city in the distance, and unconscious Bandage Girl in his arms. Meat Boy would still be around, of course, but this place would be torture for him. Dr. Fetus would make sure of that.
   As he plunged towards Ground Zero, Dr. Fetus snapped open his newly repaired wings, and flew in slow circles towards the ground. He landed carefully, grinning at the widespread destruction he had caused. He saw what looked like mutated Meat Boy corpses running towards the city.
   “Zombies,” he thought with a smile.
   He heard a rustling beside him. Looking over, he saw a Meat Boy corpse picking itself up off the ground, one with hideous, evil, orange eyes, and a jagged maw full of range. It was the Governing Horn!
   “Governing Horn, you survived defeat by Meat Boy! Congratulations. Now, come on, I’m sure there is much to do here.”
   The Governing Horn looked at him. “Now, now, little pest. Don’t be so hasty.”
   “Who are you to tell me what to do?” But the Governing Horn’s words were worming around in Dr. Fetus’s mind. Little pest...
   “You should treat me with more respect, Fetus. After all, I am your father.”
   Dr. Fetus stared at the Governing Horn. But there was something in the eyes, that malevolent, half-mad glow...
   Dr. Fetus gaped. The Governing Horn was John Salt. The Governing Horn was the Demon Lord. The Governing Horn was his father.
   “Yeahbuwaaaaa?” he said. It was the only thing he could think of.
   The Governing Horn laughed, and lunged at Dr. Fetus, striking him square in the chest. But when the Governing Horn reached him, there was nothing but a blank corpse. The laugh continued, but to the side, and suddenly another corpse struck Dr. Fetus from that direction. His father’s spirit, resilient as ever, was hopping from body to body, attacking, and leaving before the body ever even struck.
   “That’s how you survived,” Dr. Fetus realized. “When Meat Boy beat Little Horn, you just pulled back into another body.”
   “Very good, son,” John said, before leaping to another corpse. “You’re actually putting this together.”
   “But... why? Why help?” Dr. Fetus asked, jumping out of the way of a corpse. His mind was reeling.
   “Simple. I didn’t trust Mr. Diablo down there to keep his side of the deal if I gave him another mortal, even one he wanted as much as you. So I hatched another plan: to use you to blow up Hell. That way, there’d actually be a way out, and I could rejoin the mortal world in one way or another.”
   The Demon Lord jumped to another body, just as Dr. Fetus slammed his hands down on the body his father had just been in.
   Another body stood up, tall and humanoid, flesh half off and rotting, hands clawed, hair silver, thin, and wispy. He picked up a chunk of metal off the ground, and set it on his head.
   “This body suits me,” he growled. “You will now refer to me as the Zombie King. I am lord of all the undead. And my first act as king... will be to kill you. Zombies! Destroy him!”
   Corpses rose, reanimated under the Zombie King’s rule. They lunged for Dr. Fetus, who narrowly danced out of the way.
   “I have got to get a weapon,” he groaned, and began running. The Zombie King walked slowly after him, his army running ahead.
   “Seekers!” he called. “Take him down!”
   Dr. Fetus heard a buzzing sound, and three bloated, meat like things rose up out of the ground, flying into the sky. They were red, with little fly wings, and gaping mouths full of sharp teeth. Like Maws crossed with zombies. They flew after Dr Fetus, roaring angrily.
   With a burst of speed, Dr. Fetus took to the sky, going faster and faster, winging his way towards the city.
   “You won’t escape me, son!” the Zombie King called. “I’m not finished with you!”
   But Dr. Fetus kept flying, despite the bloated Seekers coming after him through the sky, and the decaying zombies running down below. His wings flapped harder, taking him to the distant, ruined city. The Rapture, it seemed, would be a very busy place for him indeed.

There you go, the end of Hell. And a plot twist. Dr. Fetus just can't catch a break, can he? Also, a is now given to Devon Wargod for giving me the name Seekers. Thank you!  
 

[Merrian]

This fanfic is genius! It's the one of the few SMB fanfics in the entire internet! And so good, and got so far! Don't forget about this one! And I think I'm not the only one who thinks like this!
P.S. Sorry for my english if something