Playground: Nexus

(Advanced Warning: There will be numerous scenes featuring intense violence, blood and gore as well as horror. Also expect frequent use of bad language including the f word and infrequent use of the c word. I also do not condone racism or discrimination of any kind and any that is used in this story is to convey the personality of particular characters and as a plot point. If none of these issues concern you in any way, read on and enjoy –Codename Deus-)

Voices in Dreams

"You were such a fucking cry-baby, motherfucker that we shoved a syringe right up your asshole to shut you up...!"

"Sugarbutt what's wrong? Are you having a bad dream again?"

"You are such a pussy, Mercer. A fucking pushover. Get some fucking balls before I see your face again..."

"Sweetcheeks you're making Alessa cry. Please...wake up...!"

"Oh, Patrick...that's cute. Such a quiet little bitch. Quiet motherfuckers don't get to rule the roost. I'm assuming leadership of the Blacklight project...no questions asked."

"Sweetness come on. You need to stop drinking so much. It's screwing with your mind..."

"...and here is a once big-shot scientist of ours. He was formerly known as Patrick Mercer. Now, he's an infected, albeit a particularly special one. As a specimen, his only friend is his reinforced cell. The guy fucking stinks, but he's so very valuable..."

"Patrick stop rolling around...it's just a dream..."

"Do not refer to fucking Project DEUS as a fucking 'he'. Deus is a fucking 'it'!"

"Deus you're scaring your beloved daughter. Wake up!"

"Project DEUS left many of us mutilated...deceased. It butchered many good people on the day it escaped. We at Blackwatch will not give up the fight to contain or kill this motherfucker. We will bring justice to the good people of Saffron City. We will capture this terrorist and we will make the streets safe again for all of you!"

"Patrick please listen to me. I love you...Alessa loves you. Please stop squirming. It's just a bad dream..."

"Why can't we just kill this prick? It's proven it's an extreme danger to society. Lives aren't worth fucking wasting just to capture and return its stinking ass back to fucking GENTEK..."

"All these voices inside my head. I don't know which one is fucking real!"

The Weekend (Part 1)

"Sweetcheeks come on...it was just a dream..." A reassuring voice resonated in his ear. His ice blue eyes looked to his right. The blur in his vision began to clear at last. A warm face with mismatched coloured eyes looked back at him. A smile permeated her face. He looked into her eyes, the left one red and the right one green. They had a look of warmth just for him as they so often did. He smiled softly and, groggily, sat himself up on the bed. Sighing, his eyes remained glued to her own. She was beautiful, stunning. Her face was well rounded, her eyes big and her yellow cheek pouches subtle on her smooth white fur. Her black shaded ears flicked while her jet black hair was short in length, except for a pair of bangs that reached down to her midriff. Her long, large tail was curled at the end with three 'spikes' on top. She was nude as he was, the blackened stripe on her fur filled with odd, swirling patterns. Her body was well formed and like the rest of her, utterly gorgeous. To him, she was the most stunning Pachirisu who ever lived. He always felt lucky to call her his wife.

"So...was it GENTEK invading your dreams again, handsome?" She spoke up in a mid-toned female voice. He loved her tone. It always sounded reassuring when he felt upset about something. He nodded before he spoke up, somewhat sheepishly.

"Yeah...GENTEK and fucking Blackwatch. It's been like...two years since they last tried to capture me dead or alive yet...I can't stop thinking about them."

He sighed afterwards, upset with himself and his mind. His wife gently took his paw into her own and held it warmly while she piped up again.

"You really need to stop swearing in front of our little one, mister..."

Her voice was soft as she gently reminded him of their young daughter's nearby presence. Nudging his attention away from her, the male Pachirisu's eyes met his daughter's. She was tiny, perhaps just less than half his size. She had short and messy black hair atop her head. Her eyes were ice blue just like his own and her back stripe and ears were black just like her mother's. She wore a small plain black pyjama shirt and her cheeks below her eyes were stained with tears. He sighed and felt bad for making her cry. He adored his child and she adored and loved him after all.

"Come here, Alessa. Come give your daddy a hug..." He smiled calmly and spoke up gently. Alessa's face lit up suddenly, a beaming smile spread across it. Clumsily, she attempted to climb onto the bed with her feet kicking the air desperately behind her. Her parents chuckled and her father leaned forwards to pick her up. Wrapping his arms around her back, he brought her forth to him as he sat back. He then sat her on his lap while his wife sat close to him, rubbing his back soothingly with her paw. Being so close to him caused one of the bangs of her hair to slide against and rest upon his shoulder. He chuckled as it tickled him, before she rested her chin upon it. It drew their faces close, now side by side. They looked at one another and blushed.

To her, he was the walking definition of handsome. His big blue eyes stood out, as did the dark brown and short fuzzy Mohawk hairstyle atop his head. His ears were crimson in colour, as was the long stripe that led from the top of his head, down his back and along the entire length of his large tail. It was curled at the end and had three spikes atop it, standard for the squirrel like Pachirisu species. His crimson fur also had the odd swirly pattern style markings upon its entirety, while his body was fit and muscular. His backside was particularly revered, as round and smooth as its appearance suggested. That sentiment was especially true of his wife as he felt her paw slapping it teasingly. He chuckled, as did she and both of them blushed. Alessa looked at them both puzzled, but sat silently on her father's lap. He kissed his wife tenderly for a few seconds with his paw upon her cheek. When they drew back, they both looked at their daughter with the warmest of expressions. She responded with a beaming smile and poked her father's stomach.

"Papa..." She uttered lovingly, making the male smile in his most gentle manner of all. His daughter simply uttering that made him feel warm inside. It made him a proud father. He let her bury her face into his stomach, where she cheekily began blowing muffled raspberries against it. The sensation caused him to chuckle again, making his wife smile too. As Alessa continued, the couple pressed lips and kissed tenderly once again. Their eyes were closed, immersing themselves, although the female spoke under her breath.

"Your morning breath is the worst..."

They both laughed briefly while their kissing continued.

"I can taste yours now..." He replied and mockingly shuddered. She slapped his back teasingly, making it sting for just a moment. He shrugged it off and continued kissing her more intimately. Alessa sat back and watched them with a puzzled expression. They broke it off and looked towards their confused daughter.

"We love each other very much, Alessa. That should make your cheeky little face happy." The male smiled at her, making Alessa release a beaming smile across her face. It was adorable. Both parents chuckled and tickled her cheeks, making her giggle. She fell back upon the bed and her father began tickling her chest and stomach. Laughing childishly and wildly, she writhed around in a ticklish manner as her mother watched on and chuckled at the sight.

"I think it's time we got up, Patrick." His wife said all of a sudden, kissing his cheek once more as he nodded.

"OK, Kouki. I need the bathroom anyway."

She nodded after he had spoken up and watched him pat Alessa's backside twice, as if to tell her to shift elsewhere. She giggled again as she stood up on the bed, watching her father lovingly as he trudged into the bathroom. Once he had closed and locked the door, his wife kissed Alessa's head and told her to wait downstairs.

"We'll be down in a few minutes, my little one."

Alessa nodded and slumped off the bed and out of sight. The wife, known as Kouki Oyadama-Mercer, then sighed calmly as she looked around the bedroom. Pressing some of her cover sheets against her frontal body, she spied the digital alarm clock on one of the plush wooden bedside desks. It said 10:16am in a red LED display. She nodded silently, noting the bedside desks on either side of the bed, near the pillows. Each had two drawers and each had a small lamp sitting atop of them. Up above on the ceiling were four rows of small, circular lights that at night illuminated the room well. There was a patterned kaleidoscope style rug at the foot of the bed atop polished laminated wooden flooring. In one corner of the room was a large and spiky cactus in a large red pot. In another corner was a steel bookcase three shelves high and filled with books and CDs. The walls and ceiling were coated in an understated but polished white paint, with one wall perched upon by a large flatscreen 3D television. This sat above a large desk full of drawers. The desk was plush and wooden and on top of it sat a PlayStation 4, an Xbox One and a Wii U console as well as their assorted controllers. The former two were plugged into the TV. That all stood beside the bedroom door with the other side more or less bare to give space to walk.

The bed itself was king sized in human terms, comically so as a result of the Pachirisu species' small size. It had the most comfortable mattress, deep white pillows and the softest white duvet and bed sheet. It was obvious that family life was comfortable and well furnished, like a labour of love in itself.

Kouki unravelled the cover away from her body and bangs and then slumped off of the bed. Still nude, she pulled down a black nightgown tailored for her size from a peg on the wall. She then wrapped and tightened it upon herself, until it warmly hugged her body.

She looked beyond the bedroom door at the bathroom door across. There, she rolled her eyes and tutted as farting sounds emanated from within.

"Did you have to take a dump before I've used the bathroom, sweetcheeks?" She asked in a raised voice with it being obvious that her husband was on the toilet.

"Is it not fucking feasible to drop my load in the morning, my dear? I want to feel as free and fresh as can be!" He called back, accompanied with a chuckle. She cringed though as she heard successive plopping sounds, rolling her eyes again.

"Alright, potty mouth...I'll be on the bedroom balcony." She replied, her voice rising again. She heard his chuckle and made a beeline for a glass framed sliding door. To the left of the bed, she pushed a button and caused the door to slowly slide open. Beyond that was a small balcony and the view it gave was stunning. As she stepped on, the beach stretching out into the distance made itself known. The golden sands were gently caressed by the ocean blue of the sea. The tide was out at that point, revealing as much of the sand as possible. It was beautiful, with parasols and beach towels in abundance. Relaxed adults and hyperactive children were there too, building sandcastles, reading books and enjoying the warmth of the sea and the sun in the cloudless sky.

There was also a busy promenade, housing arcades, cafes and restaurants, as well as gift shops. It looked the typical seaside resort, flanked with the smiling faces of happy tourists. The atmosphere outside was nice, relaxing and made her smile. It was a nice place and it was the weekend. She hoped her husband had something in mind for them to do.

A flushing sound then occurred from behind the bathroom door. Patrick Mercer slumped off of the toilet and hopped onto the sink. He looked into the mirror, smiling at his reflection. He admired his handsome body, swishing his tail around as his reflection did the same. That made him chuckle childishly. He flexed his muscles and made kissy faces, before finally deciding to get on with his wash.

He crouched down and scooped up his toothbrush and toothpaste. He stood up again and looked at the mirror. His eyes widened somewhat in shock, causing him to drop his teeth cleaning equipment as, staring right back at him, was a Blackwatch soldier. Clad in full black military uniform, armour and hood, his black mask's creepy glowing blue goggles glared right into his eyes.

He then raised his assault rifle and scope, seemingly squeezing the trigger to fire. A smashing sound resonated and the male Pachirisu cried out. He stumbled and fell from the sink, falling upon the tiled white floor on his side. He grunted as the impact was absorbed and winded him.

"F-fuck..." He muttered under his breath, swinging himself around groggily to sit up. His eyes darted from one area to another in a sweaty panic and pulsed with hasty breathing. His concerns would be nothing but a false alarm though, as nobody was present in the bathroom with him. He allowed himself a moment to relax his breathing, doing so with a hefty sigh. With that achieved, he slowly stood up again. Looking to his left, he spotted his toothbrush and toothpaste. Making a mental note to pick them up, he then glanced towards the shiny white toilet. As he did, he lifted up his leg and released a large amount of wind. Personally satisfied by the noise it made, he chuckled quietly and wafted his paw around to spread the smell.

"Ahh...the very essence of a proud and loving husband and father..." He remarked rather smugly, a dark smirk crossing his face. He knew if his wife made use of the bathroom anytime soon, it would not be a pleasant experience. Definitely something he knew she would stitch his gender to, stereotyping him in the process. He did not mind though, it was all in the name of laughing with one another.

Nonetheless, he finally picked up his white shirt and wrapped it around his form. He buttoned up the front quickly and corrected its collar, before picking up his cream jumper. Placing that around him, he quickly zipped it up and then eyed one more item of clothing. Almost as if he partook in some sort of ritual, he scooped it up and looked at it softly, proudly. The item in question was his black leather coat with its soft red interior. Pockets aligned both sides of its front and two white hoop designs coiled around each sleeve. It also had a hood, to which Patrick made a habit of brushing his paw across. Finally, he coolly slid it upon his body and straightened it out. Raising his paws, he then placed the hood over his head and pulled his ears out of two slits designed to house them. Happy with the state of his clothing upon his body, he finally picked up his toothbrush and toothpaste from the floor.

He hopped onto the side of the sink again, laying some toothpaste on the brush. Just as he turned on the tap and raised the brush to his teeth, a knock or three rumbled the bathroom door.

"How long does Patrick Mercer want the bathroom for?" Came a female complaint shortly afterwards. He chuckled as he brushed his teeth clean; ensuring they were white and his breath was fresh. Then, he spat out the toothpaste in the sink and made his spoken response.

"Oh don't worry, Kouki Oyadama-Mercer, women take much longer than I do to get ready." He jokingly played upon a stereotype. His wife was heard chuckling as she threatened to open the door.

"My hunk is so full of himself..." She called out playfully as the door swung open at last. She saw his cheeky smirk as he looked her way. The lingering smell of his earlier wind shot up her nose and he watched her eyes widen closely.

"Jesus Christ, Patrick! What did you do? Relegate our home to a fucking sewer?" She exclaimed suddenly with her nose covered by her paw to block out the stench. The male Pachirisu merely chuckled as he put down his toothpaste and brush. Then, he finally made his response.

"Not quite, my dear...I just thought I'd give the bathroom a fresh new aroma..."

"But it's not fresh!" She barked back, her voice raised and her expression stern. He looked down momentarily as if to admit his shame. She stared at him as if to expect an apology. He then looked up again at her. Not with a look of shame however...but with a smirk.

"Well technically it is. I mean, it wasn't there before..." He chuckled, almost looking proud with himself. She glared, rolled her eyes and shook her head at him.

"There's no arguing with my arrogant husband is there..." She uttered more calmly as the smell finally drifted away. She then dropped her dressing gown to the floor and exposed her naked body in full. Patrick blushed and wandered over to her, his smile warm and loving. She smiled back at him, her eyes looking into his as if she was watching the most beautiful ocean in motion. Their paws pressed against one another's chests as they locked lips. They kissed tenderly as their eyes slowly closed to immerse themselves. It lasted a good few moments before they pulled back, staring into one another's eyes again.

"There is, my dear...but arrogance is something I've become good at." He smirked, finally responding to her earlier comment. He noted her looking worried all of a sudden, placing his paw upon her shoulder. She looked down momentarily, then back at him as she sighed and spoke.

"Why did I hear a scream and a thump from in here earlier?" Her tone of concern caused him to sigh and look down, his voice soft.

"I...I saw a fucking Blackwatch soldier in the mirror..."

Kouki's eyes widened a little before she frowned and looked towards the mirror. When she did, she saw nothing, but continued to show her concern for her beloved husband.

"That shouldn't be happening. It's like these dreams you've been having are spilling out into reality." She said quietly, her paw moving up to rub one of his yellow cheek sacs. He smiled slightly, glad of her warm presence and company.

"I...I don't know, sweetcheeks. I don't know what's going on. I mean, it's like my own mind is warning me or something." He muttered sheepishly and shrugged himself away from her touch. She frowned at him, but not out of annoyance. She watched him wander towards the door, hearing his sigh and seeing him pause. She hoped that he would turn and make eye contact with her again, but no such luck. Instead, she called after him as he wandered into their bedroom.

"We can go to that noodle bar on the seafront. It'll get you out of the house for a while and relax your mind."

Her voice reverberated right into his ears and he contemplated her suggestion in his mind. Then he nodded to himself and grabbed his brown leather belt from the end of the bed. He moved it around his waist, sealing it at the front and made sure the chain on it was easily visible. Then, he headed onto the balcony to admire the view. The palm trees swayed gently while aligning the seafront promenade. The gift shops and restaurants appeared heaving with tourists as the promenade itself was swamped with even more. It was busy for sure, though the weather was typically hot and clear.

In the distant scenery was a set of towering skyscrapers, the sunlight gleaming off of their glass fronted exteriors. One of them was clad with a large, imposing letter M on the outside of its upper floors. Another was a freestanding, white cylindrical tower with glass viewing areas near the top. A suspension bridge looked imposing and majestic beside them, its lengthy structure set beautifully against the horizon. It was a gorgeous coastal city, understandably popular with holidaymakers and civilians alike.

Patrick smiled as he viewed the scenery and noted all the happy people densely dotted around. Then he looked down towards the gates at the front garden. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his paw. Staring right back up at him was a fully clad Blackwatch soldier, the blue goggles piercing right through him. The soldier pointed down and to his right. There, on the pathway was a vivid red streak of blood. It led up a little ways, until stopping at what looked like a large lump of flesh. It turned out to be a human corpse, albeit with all of its skin stripped away to expose flesh, muscle and bone. Patrick's vision then flashed like a faulty camera and he heard voices murmuring in his head. He could not decipher them, but instead gained a sudden headache. He fell to his knees and clutched the sides of his head, grimacing with his eyes clenched shut. Teeth gritted, he could only hope that the grip of pain would fall away shortly.

When it did subside, he gasped suddenly in relief and opened his eyes. He looked through the gaps in the barrier around the balcony, towards the front garden gate. The Blackwatch soldier stood there was gone. He looked to the left to see a lack of blood...and no bloody corpse. He frowned and clutched his forehead briefly in thought and distress.

"I'm so fucking fed up of seeing these cunts..." He muttered, sighing deeply before he finally stood himself up. He took some drawn out breaths to relax his disturbed heartbeats. It did a little at least and so he casually began looking out towards the seafront again. That was when he felt his backside being playfully slapped. It was firm enough to sting, but he chuckled softly all the same. A female voice followed and let him feel reassured by its warmth.

"So are we going to grab some grub from the noodle bar, sugarbutt?" She asked as the male noticed her bangs sliding down his coat, with her lips pouting upon his neck. She blew a raspberry upon it, making him chuckle in a childish manner. She then kissed him there and hugged him from behind as he finally made his response.

"Yeah...it would be nice to get out of the house for a bit." His tone was soft and deep, warming her thoughts in return. She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. He smiled too as they looked out to the beach. The waves of the sea caressed the golden sands continuously, delighting those being lapped by the warm, salty water. Everything was so calm and wonderful, the Pachirisu enjoying watching the world go by. Then, they heard a cheeky little female voice babbling some nonsense behind them.

"Pachipa!"

They smiled as they turned to face their daughter. Alessa beamed back at them with an adorable smile. She was wearing a perfect fitting pink cardigan with numerous pockets aligning its front. She stepped forward in front of her father and wanted to be picked up. He placed his arms around her back and scooped her up into them. He smiled at her and she kissed his nose numerous times, giggling as she did. Kouki smiled and watched, wearing her favourite red corset beneath a body-hugging black leather jacket. The corset had black S shaped patterns on either side, facing each other while she also had a chained brown leather belt around her waist, just as he had.

"Shall we get a bite to eat at the noodle bar then?" She asked as she picked up her house keys from the bedside desk. Patrick nodded as he kept Alessa aloft in his arms. His house keys sat in his coat pocket along with his phone. Kouki led the way out of the bedroom with her husband close behind. He glanced at her momentarily as they descended the stairs, with their destination set firmly upon a nice bite, a nice place...to eat...