hmmmmm

Alan: *rolls eyes* here we go again *goes to bar*

???:"Roger that" *follows*

*mutters something in infernal*

Cam: *continues walking*
(he's not as phased since he's a supernatural being or a possessed doll in simpler terms. So he's used to having a target on his back)

???:"roger that" *follows*

Cam: *ignores*

Me: Weird *Walks away*

???:"Roger that" * follows*

Me: tells him: ARE YOU LACTOSE INTOLOANT??????

*he feels a shock*

Me: Oh so no

Echo: Oh hell no

???:"Roger that" *pulls out something*

Echo: OH HELL NO

???*shoots something at him*

-Echo manages to move so it grazes his arm-
Echo: Ow...

*he feels a shock*

-He doesn't react but it hurts him a bit-
Ok, you are really getting on my nerves.

*he feels a more powerful shock*

Echo: ...
-He pulls out a railgun-

*he feels a sharp pain in his back*

-Echo shoots at the robot-

*he feels something on his back*

Echo: -Winces-
You do one more thing, I swear to god, I will shoot.

*he shoots his own back*

*She sped walked into an alley*

???:"Roger that" *follows*

*Muttering*
"Ah, sh*t-"
*She seemed to have disappeared*

[Current Character: Unregistered Octoling, Convict of the SCP Foundation. Health: 100%]
*My fight or flight reactions kick in and I bolt away*

???:"Roger that" *follows*

*I begin running faster*
I know what you want! But I ain't letting you get it!
*I grab my Glock 17 and fire at them, while dodging oncoming attacks.*

*he feels something on his back*

*I try to get that thing off my back, while trying to keeping balanced*

*he feels a sharp pain in his back*

*I trip and bleed out*
[UO is dead!]

???:"target is dead Returning to base "

*Some sort of roar is heard in the distance, doesn't sound human, or anything familiar*

???:"i am out of here" *runs into portal*

*The roar is even closer now*

???:"shit we a situation"

*The roar is getting a little closer*

Greyhound lifts up his blue glowing goggles. Then he sighs. He walks into a bar(+)

???"Roger that" *follows*

Greyhound: …your not slick pal.
Greyhound put his goggles down(+’

???:*shoots something at him*

Greyhound easily side stepped it.(+’
Greyhound: Good aim.
Greyhound pulled out a Standard issue AN-94 and began to fire at them(+)

???:*makes a wall* "f**k"

He walks out the bar while reloading(+)

*he feels a shock*

He grunts(+)

*he feels something on his back*

*he feels a more powerful shock*

Greyhound: who ever is doing that your dad is a prostitute-
He starts running away(+)