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Becky Carter and Cassandra Fair belong to scottgrisham001 who was kind enough to let me use some of his lovely ladies for a little outing with a new villain. The following is NON-CANON

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The girls stumbled over the crumbling theater seats, trying to avoid the evidence markers left by the police.

The night before, somebody had broken into the Royale Theater-an old, dilapidated former jewel of off-broadway. The place had been shut down since about 2001, but like most abandoned theaters there remained a certain charm about it-even as the dust and cobwebs piled onto the old props and ticket booths.

Nothing was stolen, nothing was defaced, nothing was even really out of place beyond the shattered glass panel at the ticket booth from which the perp entered. The police normally would write this sort of thing off as a non-event break and enter-but one of their own was missing.

A Officer Gina MacGee received the call on her radio to investigate the old theater moments after the break in-and disappeared without a trace. No hair, no signs of a struggle-even the footprints the forensics team had found simply stopped, as if the officer had vanished.

Becky Carter and Cassandra Fair walked slowly, taking in the almost cathedral-like ambience. The police had left the crime scene for the night, leaving a window for any reporters or snoops to look into what really happened here.

Cass was almost not even interested in the disappearance-her photos taking more attention to the old building.

“Some candles, maybe some leather seats..” the blue haired girl said, appraising the area “-and I think you could have a real nice venue. Acoustics aren’t bad either.”

She snapped her fingers, demonstrating to her friend how well the sound carried.

The sound almost traveled too well-because somebody else heard it.

Two more snaps came from the far side of the theater.

“Please tell me you heard that.” Becky pleaded “I’m not going crazy, right?”

Cass lowered her camera “The jury’s our on that one. But I definitely heard that..”

Now a bit more cautious, the girls crossed the aisles of the theater to the foot of the stage. Climbing up the rotting wooden scaffolding, Becky turned the light on her phone upstage.

“Hello?”

Another two snaps.

The reporter’s first thoughts were to verbally lambast whoever was screwing with them-but if whoever was playing the snapping game with them was responsible for Officer MacGee’s disappearance, it was best to play it safe.

“We know you’re here, asshole.” Cass groaned, unamused.

So much for caution.

A shadow moved in the corner of Becky’s vision as she whipped her gaze to the side.

A figure stood stage left, standing completely undaunted before the two girls. Both readied themselves as it stepped forward-until Becky’s light caught the glint of a police badge on it.

“-Officer MacGee?!”

Before them stood the fit redhead that had gone missing last night, looking perfectly fine.

“C’mon, Officer. Talk to me!”

Something seemed off, though. When was the last time this girl had slept?

“Talk about the 20 mile stare...you alright, Officer?” Cass chimed in.

Like something out of a horror movie, the officer tilted her head to the side quizzically, her expression unchanging.

“With the price of real estate in this city, I shouldn’t be surprised that I’m not the only one interested in this place..”

The dulcet voice of another party-still unseen-echoed from somewhere.

“I see you’ve found my last visitor-say hello to our guests, officer!” The voice chuckled-an odd, mechanical effect to it. Nonetheless, it sounded human.

Officer MacGee stared blankly, offering no feedback.

“I said, say hello to our guests, Gina!” The voice chided, clearly annoyed.

Cass crossed her arms, more amused than terrified. “You didn’t tell me James Woods was living here, Beck!”

There was a pause, followed by a clatter overhead. Was an animal in the rafters?

“I think I’ve had enough of that mouth, blue.” The voice cooed.

The two snoops watched Officer MacGee’s gaze direct upwards-and by the time they realized what was happening it was too late.

Like a thousand thin snakes, tendrils slithered downward at the girls-wrapping around their limbs and bodies.

“What in the actual f-mmhhhhffhhhhh!! GFHHMMHHHH!” Cass’ mouth was met with the tendrils wrapped firmly around her head-muffling any further smart comments.

Becky watched in horror as the officer, Cass, and herself were promptly immobilized in place-dangling almost like a marionette.

“Wrrhhhh hrrrrr yhhffhhh!?” Cass shouted defiantly.

“I suppose it’s rude to keep things under wraps any further..” the voice continued, as the body it was coming from revealed itself.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Becky sighed.

Before them descended a small body-no larger than an infant. Protruding from its back and arms were the very same “strings” that now bound the three women, with two glowing red eyes glaring back at them from a metal face. This thing was like some sick hybrid of Slappy and the Terminator.

“It’s so hard to find good help these days..” the thing continued, cocooning Officer MacGee in his tendrils “She’ll be a work in progress.”

The strings dragged the redhead’s body into the darkness above-with no struggling on her part.

“Whhht thhhfffkkkk dhhhddyhhh dddhhtthhrrr?!” The feisty photographer growled from beneath her gag.

“Just a little modification, blue. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about..” the puppet-thing approached his catches, almost floating through the air.

Not floating. Crawling, Becky thought to herself as she watched his tendrils act like an octopus’ tentacles on a playground set.

“Allow me to introduce myself, ladies. I am IGII MK4P-T. My friends just call me ‘Kap’.” He chuckled.

The little devil tilted his head-analyzing the struggling gagged girl in his clutches. His strings lifted her in the air a few feet-much to her chagrin. Cass dangled, fuming as the glowing eyes looked her up and down.

“A little too feisty for my tastes.” The metallic voice said “Hardly a good body for a professional setting. I suppose if I decided to take over the corporate ladder at Hot Topic?”

Fuck this guy, Cass thought.

“Still, no reason to waste such a fine piece. I’m sure Gina will be happy to have some company as one of my mindless little playthings.”

“WWWHHHTT THHHMMMM FHMMHHHH?!”

“Now you-“ the thing turned its attention to Becky “You are perfect. What do you do-jogging? You look like a jogger. Maybe tennis?” His taloned hand-obviously not factory spec-ran along the blonde’s quivering face.

“W-what are you going to do with us?” The reporter mustered the courage to ask, using her defiance to mask her underlying terror.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” The robot gestured to his tiny body “All this and good looking? This frame is fucking laughable. Hardly worthy of what I’m capable of.”

“What the hell are you on about, you fucking muppet?”

“I need a body, blondie! Something taller than 2 feet! I’m still trying to find the right one for me. And frankly-“ his servos whirred as he looked her up “I think I’d be a real catch with those legs.”

“You’re sick! You can’t just use people like th’mmhhffhhhhhhhffhhh!”

Tendrils wrapped around Becky’s face, much like Cass.

“Oh, I assure you-you won’t even know I’m there. In fact, there won’t be much left of your consciousness in the first place!”

“Lllmhhh mhhhhh hhffhhhh!!”

“Blue here can just be wiped-but I think I’ll do just fine in your body. I’ve always wanted to try out blonde for a day!”

Both girls screamed into their gags as Becky heard a heavy thud behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as the tendrils deposited some sort of alien-looking sarcophagus. Whatever the hell that thing was, Becky didn’t want to find out.

“Your chariot awaits, my dear.”

“FNnnhhkkkk yhhhhhh..”

Becky squealed for help as more strings shot out of the coffin, digging into her skin as she was dragged backwards into it.

“I’ve tried to make the whole conversion process as painless as possible, really!” Kap reassured. “Still, it always looks very, very painful.”

Clamps coiled around the reporter, holding her firmly in place. The lid of the metal sarcophagus hissed shut, now limiting Becky to a red tinted view of the world through its small window. Despite the complete isolation and bondage, Becky found herself thrashing violently-her muscles pulling desperately but uselessly against her bonds. A band of some sort coiled around her head, the electric tingle of its receptors instantly noticeable.

A muffled scream echoed from the metal cocoon, accompanied by the soft thuds of its resident’s struggling. A soft hiss filled the chamber as the nerve gas began to disperse, sending Becky into an absolute frenzy. The mere thought of fucking midget terminator using her body like some sort of vehicle not only terrified her-it pissed her off.

She was going to rip that thing’s baby arms off herself when she got out of here.

Cass was lifted upward, her tight-clad legs kicking wildly as she went to join the brainwashed officer. This couldn’t be how things ended for them!

Kap dangled before the capsule, patiently waiting for his captive to be wiped clean.

“I assure you, my dear. This will all be over very soon..”

Description
Becky Carter and Cassandra Fair belong to scottgrisham001 who was kind enough to let me use some of his lovely ladies for a little outing with a new villain. The following is NON-CANON

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The girls stumbled over the crumbling theater seats, trying to avoid the evidence markers left by the police.

The night before, somebody had broken into the Royale Theater-an old, dilapidated former jewel of off-broadway. The place had been shut down since about 2001, but like most abandoned theaters there remained a certain charm about it-even as the dust and cobwebs piled onto the old props and ticket booths.

Nothing was stolen, nothing was defaced, nothing was even really out of place beyond the shattered glass panel at the ticket booth from which the perp entered. The police normally would write this sort of thing off as a non-event break and enter-but one of their own was missing.

A Officer Gina MacGee received the call on her radio to investigate the old theater moments after the break in-and disappeared without a trace. No hair, no signs of a struggle-even the footprints the forensics team had found simply stopped, as if the officer had vanished.

Becky Carter and Cassandra Fair walked slowly, taking in the almost cathedral-like ambience. The police had left the crime scene for the night, leaving a window for any reporters or snoops to look into what really happened here.

Cass was almost not even interested in the disappearance-her photos taking more attention to the old building.

“Some candles, maybe some leather seats..” the blue haired girl said, appraising the area “-and I think you could have a real nice venue. Acoustics aren’t bad either.”

She snapped her fingers, demonstrating to her friend how well the sound carried.

The sound almost traveled too well-because somebody else heard it.

Two more snaps came from the far side of the theater.

“Please tell me you heard that.” Becky pleaded “I’m not going crazy, right?”

Cass lowered her camera “The jury’s our on that one. But I definitely heard that..”

Now a bit more cautious, the girls crossed the aisles of the theater to the foot of the stage. Climbing up the rotting wooden scaffolding, Becky turned the light on her phone upstage.

“Hello?”

Another two snaps.

The reporter’s first thoughts were to verbally lambast whoever was screwing with them-but if whoever was playing the snapping game with them was responsible for Officer MacGee’s disappearance, it was best to play it safe.

“We know you’re here, asshole.” Cass groaned, unamused.

So much for caution.

A shadow moved in the corner of Becky’s vision as she whipped her gaze to the side.

A figure stood stage left, standing completely undaunted before the two girls. Both readied themselves as it stepped forward-until Becky’s light caught the glint of a police badge on it.

“-Officer MacGee?!”

Before them stood the fit redhead that had gone missing last night, looking perfectly fine.

“C’mon, Officer. Talk to me!”

Something seemed off, though. When was the last time this girl had slept?

“Talk about the 20 mile stare...you alright, Officer?” Cass chimed in.

Like something out of a horror movie, the officer tilted her head to the side quizzically, her expression unchanging.

“With the price of real estate in this city, I shouldn’t be surprised that I’m not the only one interested in this place..”

The dulcet voice of another party-still unseen-echoed from somewhere.

“I see you’ve found my last visitor-say hello to our guests, officer!” The voice chuckled-an odd, mechanical effect to it. Nonetheless, it sounded human.

Officer MacGee stared blankly, offering no feedback.

“I said, say hello to our guests, Gina!” The voice chided, clearly annoyed.

Cass crossed her arms, more amused than terrified. “You didn’t tell me James Woods was living here, Beck!”

There was a pause, followed by a clatter overhead. Was an animal in the rafters?

“I think I’ve had enough of that mouth, blue.” The voice cooed.

The two snoops watched Officer MacGee’s gaze direct upwards-and by the time they realized what was happening it was too late.

Like a thousand thin snakes, tendrils slithered downward at the girls-wrapping around their limbs and bodies.

“What in the actual f-mmhhhhffhhhhh!! GFHHMMHHHH!” Cass’ mouth was met with the tendrils wrapped firmly around her head-muffling any further smart comments.

Becky watched in horror as the officer, Cass, and herself were promptly immobilized in place-dangling almost like a marionette.

“Wrrhhhh hrrrrr yhhffhhh!?” Cass shouted defiantly.

“I suppose it’s rude to keep things under wraps any further..” the voice continued, as the body it was coming from revealed itself.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Becky sighed.

Before them descended a small body-no larger than an infant. Protruding from its back and arms were the very same “strings” that now bound the three women, with two glowing red eyes glaring back at them from a metal face. This thing was like some sick hybrid of Slappy and the Terminator.

“It’s so hard to find good help these days..” the thing continued, cocooning Officer MacGee in his tendrils “She’ll be a work in progress.”

The strings dragged the redhead’s body into the darkness above-with no struggling on her part.

“Whhht thhhfffkkkk dhhhddyhhh dddhhtthhrrr?!” The feisty photographer growled from beneath her gag.

“Just a little modification, blue. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about..” the puppet-thing approached his catches, almost floating through the air.

Not floating. Crawling, Becky thought to herself as she watched his tendrils act like an octopus’ tentacles on a playground set.

“Allow me to introduce myself, ladies. I am IGII MK4P-T. My friends just call me ‘Kap’.” He chuckled.

The little devil tilted his head-analyzing the struggling gagged girl in his clutches. His strings lifted her in the air a few feet-much to her chagrin. Cass dangled, fuming as the glowing eyes looked her up and down.

“A little too feisty for my tastes.” The metallic voice said “Hardly a good body for a professional setting. I suppose if I decided to take over the corporate ladder at Hot Topic?”

Fuck this guy, Cass thought.

“Still, no reason to waste such a fine piece. I’m sure Gina will be happy to have some company as one of my mindless little playthings.”

“WWWHHHTT THHHMMMM FHMMHHHH?!”

“Now you-“ the thing turned its attention to Becky “You are perfect. What do you do-jogging? You look like a jogger. Maybe tennis?” His taloned hand-obviously not factory spec-ran along the blonde’s quivering face.

“W-what are you going to do with us?” The reporter mustered the courage to ask, using her defiance to mask her underlying terror.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” The robot gestured to his tiny body “All this and good looking? This frame is fucking laughable. Hardly worthy of what I’m capable of.”

“What the hell are you on about, you fucking muppet?”

“I need a body, blondie! Something taller than 2 feet! I’m still trying to find the right one for me. And frankly-“ his servos whirred as he looked her up “I think I’d be a real catch with those legs.”

“You’re sick! You can’t just use people like th’mmhhffhhhhhhhffhhh!”

Tendrils wrapped around Becky’s face, much like Cass.

“Oh, I assure you-you won’t even know I’m there. In fact, there won’t be much left of your consciousness in the first place!”

“Lllmhhh mhhhhh hhffhhhh!!”

“Blue here can just be wiped-but I think I’ll do just fine in your body. I’ve always wanted to try out blonde for a day!”

Both girls screamed into their gags as Becky heard a heavy thud behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as the tendrils deposited some sort of alien-looking sarcophagus. Whatever the hell that thing was, Becky didn’t want to find out.

“Your chariot awaits, my dear.”

“FNnnhhkkkk yhhhhhh..”

Becky squealed for help as more strings shot out of the coffin, digging into her skin as she was dragged backwards into it.

“I’ve tried to make the whole conversion process as painless as possible, really!” Kap reassured. “Still, it always looks very, very painful.”

Clamps coiled around the reporter, holding her firmly in place. The lid of the metal sarcophagus hissed shut, now limiting Becky to a red tinted view of the world through its small window. Despite the complete isolation and bondage, Becky found herself thrashing violently-her muscles pulling desperately but uselessly against her bonds. A band of some sort coiled around her head, the electric tingle of its receptors instantly noticeable.

A muffled scream echoed from the metal cocoon, accompanied by the soft thuds of its resident’s struggling. A soft hiss filled the chamber as the nerve gas began to disperse, sending Becky into an absolute frenzy. The mere thought of fucking midget terminator using her body like some sort of vehicle not only terrified her-it pissed her off.

She was going to rip that thing’s baby arms off herself when she got out of here.

Cass was lifted upward, her tight-clad legs kicking wildly as she went to join the brainwashed officer. This couldn’t be how things ended for them!

Kap dangled before the capsule, patiently waiting for his captive to be wiped clean.

“I assure you, my dear. This will all be over very soon..”