The Nightmare Shift REBOOT! (Ver 0.3: New faction and the beginning of the Mall Arc!)

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The Jigsaw Man is still in semi-hiding, as their skinsuit begins to peel

 A TV near by turns on, a man wearing a black suit sits on a bed, seemingly watching them. 

 the jigsaw man hisses at him. "whadda you want?"

 "Keep your voice down buddy, they'll find you if you don't." He chuckles, tilting his head as he steps up the screen "but maybe.. maybe they won't. I can help you."

 he looks at a piece of skin peeling off his hand, revealing the glistening muscle beneath. "whatddaya mean?"

 "What I mean is that we, my friend, are striking a deal here. You want to hide yes? What are you willing to give me so you don't get found?"

 he chuckles. "I don't need your help to hide"

 "Your skin says otherwise my friend." He chuckles and taps on the screen "I could make all those monsters disappear easy peasy."

 "I can get new skin. that's how I work"

 "Not if your caught first." He chuckles

 "caught by what, a mortal? where do you think my skin comes from?"

 "Oh I know, hell, I can smell it though this screen. No, getting caught by something worse. You are running, fearful of something." 

 "Izzat so?" he looks semi-nervous, but its hard to tell through his peeling skin

 "Yep, you are running from something and maybe.. if you allow it... I can help you!" He chirps.

 "how would you help?"

 "Get rid of them, put them someplace they can never get out." He grins

 "not possible" a puzzle peice of skin falls from his cheek

 "Oh? How so? How are you so sure?"

 "trust me" he begins sharpening his scalpel

 He sighs sadly "Oh to watch the prideful fall, you poor thing. You are going to get eaten alive."

 "not likely. where's the off button on this thing?"

 "Sorry, there ain't one. Not while I'm free to roam. You can thank that man in white for summoning me." 

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"Not so happy about that huh?" He laughs "Haven't been to the waking world in quite a bit."

At around sundown, an old, shot-to-heck pickup truck could be seen driving into town, a german shepard sticking her head out the window happily. The man behind the wheel, seemingly in his late 30s, is wearing a baseball cap with the United States Army symbol on the front, pulls the vehicle into a parking space at the convience store, shutting off the engine and saying "alright, girl, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." To the dog, giving her a pat on the head before heading inside.

Inside, the man looks around, browsing the goods being sold. He grabs a few beers, heading to the counter, saying "Can I get these, a few smokes, and a couple boxes of 5.56's?"

A short skinny guy in his late 20's with a beard, is sitting in an alleyway, with a husky. He's wearing a plaid jacket, plaid pants, and with a blue plaid shirt. And has brown hair

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At around sundown, an old, shot-to-heck pickup truck could be seen driving into town, a german shepard sticking her head out the window happily. The man behind the wheel, seemingly in his late 30s, is wearing a baseball cap with the United States Army symbol on the front, pulls the vehicle into a parking space at the convience store, shutting off the engine and saying "alright, girl, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." To the dog, giving her a pat on the head before heading inside.

Inside, the man looks around, browsing the goods being sold. He grabs a few beers, heading to the counter, saying "Can I get these, a few smokes, and a couple boxes of 5.56's?"

 A TV flickers to life, suddenly focusing in on a man sitting in front of the screen, his eyes seeming to track the man with interest. 

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At around sundown, an old, shot-to-heck pickup truck could be seen driving into town, a german shepard sticking her head out the window happily. The man behind the wheel, seemingly in his late 30s, is wearing a baseball cap with the United States Army symbol on the front, pulls the vehicle into a parking space at the convience store, shutting off the engine and saying "alright, girl, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." To the dog, giving her a pat on the head before heading inside.

Inside, the man looks around, browsing the goods being sold. He grabs a few beers, heading to the counter, saying "Can I get these, a few smokes, and a couple boxes of 5.56's?"

 A TV flickers to life, suddenly focusing in on a man sitting in front of the screen, his eyes seeming to track the man with interest. 

 The man, glancing towards the screen, says "hmm, never seen this one before... but I suppose there's lotsa new shows," whilst paying for his supplies.

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At around sundown, an old, shot-to-heck pickup truck could be seen driving into town, a german shepard sticking her head out the window happily. The man behind the wheel, seemingly in his late 30s, is wearing a baseball cap with the United States Army symbol on the front, pulls the vehicle into a parking space at the convience store, shutting off the engine and saying "alright, girl, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." To the dog, giving her a pat on the head before heading inside.

Inside, the man looks around, browsing the goods being sold. He grabs a few beers, heading to the counter, saying "Can I get these, a few smokes, and a couple boxes of 5.56's?"

 A TV flickers to life, suddenly focusing in on a man sitting in front of the screen, his eyes seeming to track the man with interest. 

 The man, glancing towards the screen, says "hmm, never seen this one before... but I suppose there's lotsa new shows," whilst paying for his supplies.

 "You would surprised how many shows are made these days. Bunch of noise though." The man says, leaning his head on his palm, watching him. 

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At around sundown, an old, shot-to-heck pickup truck could be seen driving into town, a german shepard sticking her head out the window happily. The man behind the wheel, seemingly in his late 30s, is wearing a baseball cap with the United States Army symbol on the front, pulls the vehicle into a parking space at the convience store, shutting off the engine and saying "alright, girl, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." To the dog, giving her a pat on the head before heading inside.

Inside, the man looks around, browsing the goods being sold. He grabs a few beers, heading to the counter, saying "Can I get these, a few smokes, and a couple boxes of 5.56's?"

 A TV flickers to life, suddenly focusing in on a man sitting in front of the screen, his eyes seeming to track the man with interest. 

 The man, glancing towards the screen, says "hmm, never seen this one before... but I suppose there's lotsa new shows," whilst paying for his supplies.

 "You would surprised how many shows are made these days. Bunch of noise though." The man says, leaning his head on his palm, watching him. 

 The man suddenly tenses up, putting his hand on very obvious handle of a revolver tucked in his waistband, turning to face the screen fully, his eyes scanning the room for potential hiding spots or cameras

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 “Sounds fun. I’ve visited a few, but I’m contained to one at a time.” Since they’ve stopped walking, the bloody footprints are layering on top of each other, creating a small pool of blood around the human’s feet. They continue swirling the water bottle, bringing out a small plastic dropper. “You might want to hold your breath for this part.” they warn, waiting for a response. 

 "I can't die so go ahead." He waved a hand, humming a show tune to himself.

 “Oh, I wasn’t worried about your health. But a lungful of chlorine gas isn’t fun for even an immortal.” They bring out a black cloth, covering their face and eyes while they drip a half dozen drops of liquid from the dropper into the bottle, as a reaction immediately begins to take place, giving off colored fumes. 

 He chuckles "Well thank whatever god out there that I have no senses then." He clasps his hands behind his back 

 They cap the bottle and return the cloth to a pocket. “Some would say that senses make up the majority of life.” What’s the point if you have none?”

 "The senses debilitate you in a way, make you susceptible to things that would overwhelm and underwhelm. I see people chase after drugs, after pleasure, after everything just because their senses got hooked on it."

 “And you believe yourself superior because you lack them?”

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At around sundown, an old, shot-to-heck pickup truck could be seen driving into town, a german shepard sticking her head out the window happily. The man behind the wheel, seemingly in his late 30s, is wearing a baseball cap with the United States Army symbol on the front, pulls the vehicle into a parking space at the convience store, shutting off the engine and saying "alright, girl, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." To the dog, giving her a pat on the head before heading inside.

Inside, the man looks around, browsing the goods being sold. He grabs a few beers, heading to the counter, saying "Can I get these, a few smokes, and a couple boxes of 5.56's?"

 A TV flickers to life, suddenly focusing in on a man sitting in front of the screen, his eyes seeming to track the man with interest. 

 The man, glancing towards the screen, says "hmm, never seen this one before... but I suppose there's lotsa new shows," whilst paying for his supplies.

 "You would surprised how many shows are made these days. Bunch of noise though." The man says, leaning his head on his palm, watching him. 

 The man suddenly tenses up, putting his hand on very obvious handle of a revolver tucked in his waistband, turning to face the screen fully, his eyes scanning the room for potential hiding spots or cameras

 "Confused huh? Never had a TV talk to YOU before." The man stands up from where he sat on screen, walking over to the screen and tapping it "In here buddy."

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 “Sounds fun. I’ve visited a few, but I’m contained to one at a time.” Since they’ve stopped walking, the bloody footprints are layering on top of each other, creating a small pool of blood around the human’s feet. They continue swirling the water bottle, bringing out a small plastic dropper. “You might want to hold your breath for this part.” they warn, waiting for a response. 

 "I can't die so go ahead." He waved a hand, humming a show tune to himself.

 “Oh, I wasn’t worried about your health. But a lungful of chlorine gas isn’t fun for even an immortal.” They bring out a black cloth, covering their face and eyes while they drip a half dozen drops of liquid from the dropper into the bottle, as a reaction immediately begins to take place, giving off colored fumes. 

 He chuckles "Well thank whatever god out there that I have no senses then." He clasps his hands behind his back 

 They cap the bottle and return the cloth to a pocket. “Some would say that senses make up the majority of life.” What’s the point if you have none?”

 "The senses debilitate you in a way, make you susceptible to things that would overwhelm and underwhelm. I see people chase after drugs, after pleasure, after everything just because their senses got hooked on it."

 “And you believe yourself superior because you lack them?”

 "Gods no, I'm just a watcher of your activities. You people are so amusing in all honesty."

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At around sundown, an old, shot-to-heck pickup truck could be seen driving into town, a german shepard sticking her head out the window happily. The man behind the wheel, seemingly in his late 30s, is wearing a baseball cap with the United States Army symbol on the front, pulls the vehicle into a parking space at the convience store, shutting off the engine and saying "alright, girl, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." To the dog, giving her a pat on the head before heading inside.

Inside, the man looks around, browsing the goods being sold. He grabs a few beers, heading to the counter, saying "Can I get these, a few smokes, and a couple boxes of 5.56's?"

 A TV flickers to life, suddenly focusing in on a man sitting in front of the screen, his eyes seeming to track the man with interest. 

 The man, glancing towards the screen, says "hmm, never seen this one before... but I suppose there's lotsa new shows," whilst paying for his supplies.

 "You would surprised how many shows are made these days. Bunch of noise though." The man says, leaning his head on his palm, watching him. 

 The man suddenly tenses up, putting his hand on very obvious handle of a revolver tucked in his waistband, turning to face the screen fully, his eyes scanning the room for potential hiding spots or cameras

 "Confused huh? Never had a TV talk to YOU before." The man stands up from where he sat on screen, walking over to the screen and tapping it "In here buddy."

 "No. I haven't. What do you want?"

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At around sundown, an old, shot-to-heck pickup truck could be seen driving into town, a german shepard sticking her head out the window happily. The man behind the wheel, seemingly in his late 30s, is wearing a baseball cap with the United States Army symbol on the front, pulls the vehicle into a parking space at the convience store, shutting off the engine and saying "alright, girl, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." To the dog, giving her a pat on the head before heading inside.

Inside, the man looks around, browsing the goods being sold. He grabs a few beers, heading to the counter, saying "Can I get these, a few smokes, and a couple boxes of 5.56's?"

 A TV flickers to life, suddenly focusing in on a man sitting in front of the screen, his eyes seeming to track the man with interest. 

 The man, glancing towards the screen, says "hmm, never seen this one before... but I suppose there's lotsa new shows," whilst paying for his supplies.

 "You would surprised how many shows are made these days. Bunch of noise though." The man says, leaning his head on his palm, watching him. 

 The man suddenly tenses up, putting his hand on very obvious handle of a revolver tucked in his waistband, turning to face the screen fully, his eyes scanning the room for potential hiding spots or cameras

 "Confused huh? Never had a TV talk to YOU before." The man stands up from where he sat on screen, walking over to the screen and tapping it "In here buddy."

 "No. I haven't. What do you want?"

 "Simply watching you." He chuckles 

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At around sundown, an old, shot-to-heck pickup truck could be seen driving into town, a german shepard sticking her head out the window happily. The man behind the wheel, seemingly in his late 30s, is wearing a baseball cap with the United States Army symbol on the front, pulls the vehicle into a parking space at the convience store, shutting off the engine and saying "alright, girl, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." To the dog, giving her a pat on the head before heading inside.

Inside, the man looks around, browsing the goods being sold. He grabs a few beers, heading to the counter, saying "Can I get these, a few smokes, and a couple boxes of 5.56's?"

 A TV flickers to life, suddenly focusing in on a man sitting in front of the screen, his eyes seeming to track the man with interest. 

 The man, glancing towards the screen, says "hmm, never seen this one before... but I suppose there's lotsa new shows," whilst paying for his supplies.

 "You would surprised how many shows are made these days. Bunch of noise though." The man says, leaning his head on his palm, watching him. 

 The man suddenly tenses up, putting his hand on very obvious handle of a revolver tucked in his waistband, turning to face the screen fully, his eyes scanning the room for potential hiding spots or cameras

 "Confused huh? Never had a TV talk to YOU before." The man stands up from where he sat on screen, walking over to the screen and tapping it "In here buddy."

 "No. I haven't. What do you want?"

 "Simply watching you." He chuckles 

 "Haha. Very funny. Who sent you?"

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At around sundown, an old, shot-to-heck pickup truck could be seen driving into town, a german shepard sticking her head out the window happily. The man behind the wheel, seemingly in his late 30s, is wearing a baseball cap with the United States Army symbol on the front, pulls the vehicle into a parking space at the convience store, shutting off the engine and saying "alright, girl, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." To the dog, giving her a pat on the head before heading inside.

Inside, the man looks around, browsing the goods being sold. He grabs a few beers, heading to the counter, saying "Can I get these, a few smokes, and a couple boxes of 5.56's?"

 A TV flickers to life, suddenly focusing in on a man sitting in front of the screen, his eyes seeming to track the man with interest. 

 The man, glancing towards the screen, says "hmm, never seen this one before... but I suppose there's lotsa new shows," whilst paying for his supplies.

 "You would surprised how many shows are made these days. Bunch of noise though." The man says, leaning his head on his palm, watching him. 

 The man suddenly tenses up, putting his hand on very obvious handle of a revolver tucked in his waistband, turning to face the screen fully, his eyes scanning the room for potential hiding spots or cameras

 "Confused huh? Never had a TV talk to YOU before." The man stands up from where he sat on screen, walking over to the screen and tapping it "In here buddy."

 "No. I haven't. What do you want?"

 "Simply watching you." He chuckles 

 "Haha. Very funny. Who sent you?"

 "Who says I was sent by someone.. but you definitely think I was." He said, sitting down in front of the screen, tilting his head "Running from something?"

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At around sundown, an old, shot-to-heck pickup truck could be seen driving into town, a german shepard sticking her head out the window happily. The man behind the wheel, seemingly in his late 30s, is wearing a baseball cap with the United States Army symbol on the front, pulls the vehicle into a parking space at the convience store, shutting off the engine and saying "alright, girl, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." To the dog, giving her a pat on the head before heading inside.

Inside, the man looks around, browsing the goods being sold. He grabs a few beers, heading to the counter, saying "Can I get these, a few smokes, and a couple boxes of 5.56's?"

 A TV flickers to life, suddenly focusing in on a man sitting in front of the screen, his eyes seeming to track the man with interest. 

 The man, glancing towards the screen, says "hmm, never seen this one before... but I suppose there's lotsa new shows," whilst paying for his supplies.

 "You would surprised how many shows are made these days. Bunch of noise though." The man says, leaning his head on his palm, watching him. 

 The man suddenly tenses up, putting his hand on very obvious handle of a revolver tucked in his waistband, turning to face the screen fully, his eyes scanning the room for potential hiding spots or cameras

 "Confused huh? Never had a TV talk to YOU before." The man stands up from where he sat on screen, walking over to the screen and tapping it "In here buddy."

 "No. I haven't. What do you want?"

 "Simply watching you." He chuckles 

 "Haha. Very funny. Who sent you?"

 "Who says I was sent by someone.. but you definitely think I was." He said, sitting down in front of the screen, tilting his head "Running from something?"

 "Hardly. I've served my country. No, I'm not running from anything."

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At around sundown, an old, shot-to-heck pickup truck could be seen driving into town, a german shepard sticking her head out the window happily. The man behind the wheel, seemingly in his late 30s, is wearing a baseball cap with the United States Army symbol on the front, pulls the vehicle into a parking space at the convience store, shutting off the engine and saying "alright, girl, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." To the dog, giving her a pat on the head before heading inside.

Inside, the man looks around, browsing the goods being sold. He grabs a few beers, heading to the counter, saying "Can I get these, a few smokes, and a couple boxes of 5.56's?"

 A TV flickers to life, suddenly focusing in on a man sitting in front of the screen, his eyes seeming to track the man with interest. 

 The man, glancing towards the screen, says "hmm, never seen this one before... but I suppose there's lotsa new shows," whilst paying for his supplies.

 "You would surprised how many shows are made these days. Bunch of noise though." The man says, leaning his head on his palm, watching him. 

 The man suddenly tenses up, putting his hand on very obvious handle of a revolver tucked in his waistband, turning to face the screen fully, his eyes scanning the room for potential hiding spots or cameras

 "Confused huh? Never had a TV talk to YOU before." The man stands up from where he sat on screen, walking over to the screen and tapping it "In here buddy."

 "No. I haven't. What do you want?"

 "Simply watching you." He chuckles 

 "Haha. Very funny. Who sent you?"

 "Who says I was sent by someone.. but you definitely think I was." He said, sitting down in front of the screen, tilting his head "Running from something?"

 "Hardly. I've served my country. No, I'm not running from anything."

 "That's what you say now but I am offering you something far greater.." he chuckled

"And what would that be?"