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Justice is The Enemy Served Cold

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Zone 3, in the Puppeteer’s opinion it was the scariest, most frustrating zone of them all. They had beaten the game 2 times already, but they wanted to learn more. Why did the Batter kill his ‘wife’ and ‘son’? Who are the Guardians? Why do elsens burn?

The Puppeteer Alix was thinking a lot this day, the Batter thought.

-Puppeteer, what is going through your mind? -Their 3rd Batter asked.

Alix just looked at him with their always neutral expression, without any emotion, not even in their completely red eyes.

They knew this world just enough to know you couldn’t be a colorful and innocent-looking creature if you wanted to survive through the zones, they had to adapt themselves to look threatening, able to survive and kill if necessary. Their grey-looking fur was dense and surprisingly soft and their paws were huge, what would you expect from an anthropomorphic lynx?

-Nothing at all, Batter. I am trying to figure things out. - They stared into Batter’s red eyes as they spoke.

-Like what? -This Batter was rather insistent, aching to know every single detail about the ones he knows and the environment he faces.

The lynx Puppeteer glared at him and spoke as quietly as always, -Things. Do not question me, dear Batter.-

Batter Three just shrugged and waited for his Puppeteer’s commands.


Area 1, the lynx groaned as they remembered how frustrating this puzzle of a cafeteria was. But there was very interesting stuff too, specially the elsen and the memos hanging on the walls.

Alix moved the strings carefully, making Batter move forwards. They read the posts carefully, trying to figure out who could have written such strict ‘rules’.

“The Director”. They were all signed by The Director.

It has been a long time since they finished the game by the second time, they couldn’t remember who The Director was, maybe he was the critic burnt? Yes, that could be true. Good thing they’ll get rid of him.

They detested authoritarianism.


As soon as they spoke with Zacharie they moved forwards, remembering the dorms. There were more memos.

Batter and Alix entered the right door and there were, indeed, more memos.

-Do you think elsens enjoy living like whipped animals? With so many rules and restrictions and…- The Puppeteer went silent for a moment, their face turned from neutral to a frustrated face, a disgusted and upset expression, -Like slaves. They are living like slaves. –

The Batter gave them the most uninterested look he has ever given to someone and sighed.

-They are like ants; they only live for their ‘queen’. They work their asses off to make their world work, functional, without any trouble or confrontation. They truly are impure. - He frowned and made a disgusted face.

Alix didn’t really care if they were impure or not, the elsens were humans, living beings. This is wrong, so wrong in the anthropomorphic feline’s eyes. They had to find out who the so called Director was.


Another night, another tired groan from the Batter as he laid down on the floor of Zacharie’s shop. He liked sleeping in Zacharie’s shops, no matter what shop, it was the only barely safe place he felt comfortable enough in to sleep.

The Spaniard merchant looked at the purifier sleep in a corner like always, it was already normal to see him collapse and fall asleep quickly around this time of the night.

-I’m thinking on charge him for sleeping on my floor, ah ha ha. - Zacharie looked at Alix to expect a reaction to his joke, but the Puppeteer was just staring at the floor, thinking way too much.

-Oh c’mon! You won’t protest on this? You usually lose your shit when I announce higher prices or shit like that! – The merchant said as if he was talking with just a friend.

-¿En qué estás pensando Puppeteer? – The anthropomorphic entity said nothing. The Spaniard really wanted to know what was troubling them, not because he cared, but actually he wanted to use their worries to make business. Credits are important.

Alix gave in and sighed. –Zone 3. It’s strange… It’s wrong. Who’s the Director?! –

And with that Zacharie shut his trap and actually listened to the Puppeteer carefully.

-He is an unfair guardian, a dictator, he must be eliminated, there must be a revolutio-! – The merchant held their sholders, making them go quiet. He sighed and lowered his head.

-No recuerdas nada, ¿Verdad? I’ll tell you, the Director is my father. Enoch, it is not surprising the fact that he acts like that. He was always like that. - He looked at the lynx straight into their red eyes like he was letting them see a little of his weakness, something that his mask couldn’t cover.

- Why do you want the elsens to rebel against their own creator, feeder, giver of shelter and just a bit of hope? – His voice tone went from friendly and teasing to cold and serious.

The Puppeteer was serious too. They had their reasons, good reasons. In fact, they wanted to see Enoch burn, being beheaded by his own employees, maybe eaten alive.

…Eaten alive…

-I want them to be free, to have a democracy, to actually have a voice. I want them to stop being so miserable and full of fear, I want them to stop depending on that mind-rotting substance!!! I will lead this revolution tomorrow, you will come with me. Perhaps, you could see him suffer. You’ll watch the one who made you suffer beg for mercy. What do you say? – They sounded dead serious.

Zacharie couldn’t think straight now that he thought about all the things he and his sister suffered thanks to Enoch.

It was tempting, but wrong. The merchant mustn’t interfere with the plot ever, never, ever, ever.

Still… He always wanted revenge, he wanted to see him cry and beg for help and plea for the pain to stop. Make him feel what he made Zacharie and Sucre feel.

-Acepto. Te veré en los dormitorios de los elsens a primera hora. – The masked merchant said and turned around to walk away.

Now it was Alix’s turn to act, to plan and talk and let others ask for freedom.

They needed to anger the elsens first.