It's Over, March
Ka-chunk!
The "thunk" of bright industrial lights turning on prompted March to flinch. She blinked blearily and rapidly, desperately trying to scan her surroundings to figure out what was going on--
Wait just a moment. March wiggled her fingers, wiggled her toes. She rolled her neck one way, then rolled it the other. The movements were smooth, dexterous, and natural, not rigid and clumsy.
March felt a spark of joy light up in her chest.
She was back in control. No longer did she have to watch as her own shard dragged her about like an amateurish puppeteer. Now that she was back, she could put herself back into a good position and make
sure that she got Flechette in the end.
March couldn't help but let out a whoop of joy. She had a second chance! There was no way she would make the same mistakes this time--
"I'm afraid it's too late to start celebrating, March."
"WHAT?" March yelped, panic suddenly overtaking her. Her mind flashed back to that fateful night. Being so thoroughly out-played, desperately planning,
getting so thoroughly mangled in a single stroke--
March couldn't help herself. She started to bolt, but stumbled before she could even take a step. God, it was like her feet were trapped in boots of solid steel! March looked down, and saw that, to her shock, her feet
were trapped in thick boots of solid steel! She strained and struggled, managing to lift one of her feet off the ground and take a step forwards. Her power spun into action, and she didn't like what it told her. She might as well have been
crawling! She could barely move faster than a snail!
Ka-chunk!
Another light turned on, a beam of light shining down from on high to reveal--
"I've got my
OSHA Forklift Certification," Apeiron declared sternly as he climbed into a... into a forklift and... began to turn it on...?
"W-What...?" March asked herself. She rubbed at her eyes, for she could not believe what she was seeing. She took another look, and-- yep, that was Apeiron riding a forklift.
"I took the
Online Course, and I'm wearing my
P.P.E." Apeiron twisted the forklift's key, and the vehicle rumbled to life. The headlights shone right into March's eyes, blinding her.
"START RUNNING."
Apeiron slammed his armored foot down on the pedal, and... the forklift began trundling towards March at a fairly slow clip. Her power informed her, however, that it was practically impossible for her to outrun Apeiron given her current impediment...
"W-Why are you driving so slowly, God dammit?" March demanded hysterically as she desperately tried to turn around and begin stomping away.
"This is the
OSHA Recommended Speed for operating a
Forklift, March!" Apeiron boomed as he drew ever closer. March shrieked as she finally managed to turn around. Now all she had to do was move forwards--
"I'm going to
Fork you up, March!"
"AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!" March shrieked, as she did her very best to flee from the monster behind her.