It's 2am...
It's 2am. You're being chased by a crazy woman that just disintegrated two guys with a riding crop. You're going to die soon so you might as well get a last meal.
You run to the local Cheesecake Factory™. You order your food when suddenly-
BAM
The doors fly open.
It's Medb-chan.
You haven't finished your order. Dammit.
It's 2am.
You're being chased but she'll never catch you! You vaulted over the counter and hit the register mid-slide. You tripped and slammed your face into the ground. Was that a nosebleed? That's a nosebleed. Shit.
The ground was hard when you hit it before you staggered and scrambled for the back. You could hear people screaming before you noticed the kitchen being busy.
There were a lot of food being made, some of them made of cheese products. There was a sizzling melted cheese being grilled on your side.
Someone left the door to the exit open. Maybe you can get out?
BAM
That was Medb. No time to think.
On impulse you grabbed the grilled, hot, melting cheese straight off from the grill. And boy did it hurt.
"FUCKING SHIT, FUCK!" you cried out as you held the melting cheese in your grasp only to catch the attention of a Medb. The Servant...
Wait... Servant? What's a Servant..?
You were drawn back to reality by the sting of the melted cheese on your hand before you saw her stomping towards you. The riding crop in her hand was firmly grasped within her palm as she walked.
You ran. One of the chefs tried stopping her but her inhuman strength was enough to send him flying into the side. You screamed as you tackled the exit door and stumbled. You tripped and hit the floor of the back alley as you watched the Servant... A Servant... Where did you hear that before? What's going on-
Medb managed to catch up while you were busy looking up at her before she swung her riding cro-
SPLAT
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It's 2am and you were running for your life.
Some crazy bitch just turned two guys into red paste on the walls. If this was how you were going to die you were going to eat something!
You got in the Cheesecake Factory. You felt your mind slowly clear up. You walked over to the counter as you tried to get something to eat. Right. Food first. You need the energy before you died.
BAM
You turned.
It's Medb-chan!
Taking the cheese cake conveniently placed by your side, you picked it up and threw it at her. The cake soared through the air and landed on the pink haired woman's face with a loud splat.
She stumbled back and started... Oh... Oh boy she's screaming.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
She's screaming pretty hard. Her... Oh was her skin actually burning? She was trying to get the cheese cake off her body before she slipped on some and hit the ground.
Oh wow it's actually working.
Medb-chan was rolling on the floor writhing in agony. Now's your chance!
An old woman was watching proceedings and had her cake half eaten. You took the slice from her table and quickly threw it at the screaming Servant.
Medb shrieked as another cheesecake splattered into her side before getting up. Shit. She's not going down.
You vaulted over the counter to pick up another whole cake before the Servant powered through the counter and grabbed you by the neck.
Mashing the cake into her face burned her severely as you fought for your life. You repeatedly kicked her before you grabbed a fistful of cheese sticks to crush on her side.
She let you go as she doubled over before you grabbed another whole cake and slammed it down on her. Medb shrieked some more before you stepped back and saw a whole role of unwrapped Thanksgiving Cheese.
You picked it up over your head and threw straight down on her. The Servant stopped moving. Oh wow. It actually worked. That dumb thing actually worked.
You won. You didn't die! You didn't-
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You: 1
Medb: 1
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It's 2am.
You were being chased by a crazy girl. You were going to die. You were actually going to die.
CLOP
CLOP
CLOP
It's fucking here. A steel chariot drifted off the corner being pulled by some fuck huge horses. You could hear cackling from inside the booth.
You were gonna be roadkill.
Survive! You hopped up the dumpster and grabbed hold of the ladder a few feet in the air. You grunted as you pulled yourself up and climbed. Surprisingly you had good upper body strength!
You climbed up straight for the rooftop where you dragged yourself over the ledge. Freedom. You just have to sneak away before she could take notice. You looked over the ledge and saw her looking at you.
Fuck.
You ran. You ran like a motherfucker.
And of course she jumped. She just jumped. Fucking Medb and her legs.
She hit the rooftop and landed right behind you as you vaulted over rooftops and hopped between gaps. But that didn't matter. She was a Servant. A servant with the stats to outrun you.
She's a goddamned Ri-
Stats?
Your eyes widened when you noticed that there wasn't anything to hop across and you were left standing three floors above the ground. You turned and saw the Servant catch up to you with relative ease.
Stats... Right she has... B in Agility. Right so super fast even when on foot. Riders... Were only matched by Lancers in terms of speed. Wait... How do you know this?
"End of the line," the Servant declared as she smirked your way. She held up a finger to her lips, "You're out of luck. No magic to help you. No servant to protect you."
Servant..?
Did you have... No, that doesn't matter.
You had to get away... Or something!
"What are you talking about?!" You yelled back at her. The back of your left hand was starting to sting.
How did you know these things? What... Where did they even come from? You turned to see her come for you, riding crop ready to blow you to bloody chunks. The back of your left hand began to itch hard as you stepped back.
You nearly tripped and fell down to the pavement. The Servant was coming for you before a strangled cry left your throat. What were... You missing?
"Fuck!" You cried out as your right arm burned bright and a floating wall appeared. A wall of light which promptly shattered from Medb's strength but softened the blow of her below average strength.
You flew and slammed back first into a wall. Your right side was dead.
These things behind your left hand. They were Tattoos?
"Gotcha now, Stray Master!" Medb sneered as she came for you.
You... A Maste-
SPLAT
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You: 1
Medb: 2
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It was 2am.
You jerked up from your desk and found yourself in a classroom. It was dark. No one was around.
Everyone else... Must have gone home. Looking at your watch, it was indeed 2am. Then... You did die. You died. That was the second time you died.
"What the fuck is going on?" You choked as you held your neck where you distinctly remember inhuman strength striking across it.
Think... Servants... They were... They were Spirits. Heroic Spirits. No, no, it wasn't just limited to Heroes too. Anti-Heroes and the like were also among their ranks. Servants had... Seven classes. Right.
They were for... What they were for?
You looked down your left hand. Burning red Tattoos lingered on your flesh as if it had been branded on you. You... Were a Master. Were you?
Servants worked with Masters... Yeah. Then what the fuck was this nightmare scenario? Why were you time looping while getting killed by a murderous Queen of Connacht?
"Was this some sort of sick joke?" You asked yourself as you stood up before you tensed. You looked at the door and heard footsteps... Down the hall.
It's her. It's fucking Medb-chan.
Sniffing the air, you looked down to your side to find a bag. You opened it up and there was a block of hard cheese on it. This can't be real. You killed her once but what good will killing her again? You need more... More memories.
"God... I actually killed a Servant. No. That shouldn't be possible," you murmured as you slung the bag over your shoulder.
She was in the school... Whatever school this was...
Opening the door, you crept out into the hall and closed it. The red Tattoos on your left hand continued to sting forcing you to hold it.
Medb wasn't in the hall you were in but she was nearby. There had to be some sort of condition to survive a loop... Killing Medb wasn't the condition for one.
God she was so annoying.
This must be a special sort of Hell.
Fuck it. You're not dealing with this.
You kept low and crouched walked your way from the spot you were at. She couldn't sense you. She didn't have that kind of ability in her kit. So you should be safe, right?
The quiet and respite you have has given you more time to think than before. You could really use some food right now. That Cheesecake Factory had some really good stuff before you trashed it hard. Moving to a Chem Lab allowed you to stay out of the halls.
Shutting the door, you sighed as you looked down your hand. You weren't dreaming. That's a Command Seal right there. Except while you did know what it was, you're not sure what it's for or how it came to your person.
It has to be for reining in Servants yes, but... For something. If Magic is involved... No, Magecraft. Yes, that's the term for it. Right... Servants are gathered and then... They're made to do something. They're strong so they must be summoned for combat purposes?
Think...
Your spine shuddered as you felt the presence of... Something outside the window. Your eyes widened once you saw a person in armor. A tall bearded man ripped with muscles beneath his armor. His eyes were blank as he looked through the window, a soulless expression but his purpose was clear as day.
He was looking for you.
Celtic.
Your enemy was Medb, Queen of Connacht, the Eternal Lady, Miss-Got-Killed-By-Cheese.
Mother of Warriors. It's a part of her ability to summon-
Wait. How'd you know that? Why do you know so much about her?
You hid behind table and hugged the bag you had in your arms. This wasn't a normal world. Nothing here made sense. Your deaths and revivals made no sense... But one thing's clear was that you were caught up in something that robbed you of your memories and threw you here.
You need to do something about that bitch.
CRASH
STOMP STOMP
Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no... That guy did not just walk in the room. You crawled beneath the table as the Celtic Warrior wandered the room. He must have noticed something.
You looked at the nearby door and grimaced. You can make it but you're sure as hell were going to be chased... But there were some implements here. Maybe you can use them.
