Moon moon was extremely puzzled at the new term. Parkour? What was that?
"You see the pillars rising across the room? See how there are various heights to them? We'll climb them to be able to reach our destination."
"Woo!" (Roger that!)
Moon Moon enthusiastically and loudly wooed in agreement, only to freeze a second later. What was happening?!
Hearing this noise, the hundreds of chickens turned toward the wolf at once. The chickens had the goddamn intensity of seagulls screaming MINE! MINE! MINE! It was extremely horrible.
Then they all charged toward the two of them akin to a tsunami.
It felt like being the only survivor in a zombie movie— surrounded from all sides.
Their beak and talons sunk into their flesh. This sure brought back annoying memories, ones including ducks.
It only took 1 second, and then it was over.
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Jack and Moon Moon respawned on the stone platform, with him losing the little bit of XP he had.
The little wolf's fur shuddered as it saw the chickens. Its master had been right. Chickens were scarier than wolves! It gave an apologetic look as it made sure to remain mum.
The duo slowly began walking forward, with the care of a beautiful wife tiptoeing not to wake up her violent drunk husband! Hell, this thing was surprisingly harder than it looked.
The chickens were highly susceptible and complete birdbrains. This made even walking in their midst dangerous, as Moon Moon quickly noticed, triggering them so many times.
An example would be:
1. Just walking casually
2. A chicken randomly trips
3. Stepping on said chicken
4. Fucking Chickenpocalypse!
What happens afterward? They would be pecked to death thoroughly, aka probably the most unfair end ever.
Thus they both learned the hard way to respect the chickens' personal space. Then began the hard part: the actual fucking parkour. Luckily, this wasn't the kind of thing that could stump Jack.
He showed his jumping skills to an astonished wolf. It always knew that its master was outstanding, but never that these kinds of movements were humanly possible! He could do so many cool things!
1. Roll
2. Jump really far
3. Wall climbing
4. Wall running?!
How was this even possible?! How could he even do that on walls?! But then Moon Moon understood after observing it some more. Some places could be climbed, and others couldn't depending on footholds.
That's how Jack kept progressing steadily— all until he arrived at the last jump. Before his eyes, there was now an abyss of white, and falling would mean instant death.
Moon Moon held its breath as Jack began running, somehow built incredible momentum on a narrow ledge, and flew in the air, rolling to land!
Up there, Jack was confronted with a pressure plate. Putting his weight on it, he heard gears turn as he witnessed a change happen to the room. There was now a new set of obstacles rising.
But as soon as he moved from that spot, it all disappeared. This meant that it required constant pressure. No big deal! He grabbed a bunch of pelts, making a small mountain with them— without any effect.
Tch— it seemed like it required an actual player to be there, not items. Talk about a bummer!
His gaze then landed on the gawking Moon Moon. What if? He tried unsummoning the wolf and summoning it again….it reappeared down there. What was worse was that it somehow triggered the chickens once again!
They weren't just angry at the wolf but also at him. Wasn't he supposed to be safe since he was higher up in the air? Hell no! They simply piled up atop one another, making a chicken ladder. Then they found and killed him very violently.
There was only one solution— Moon Moon had to do the parkour too! Thus began one hell of a difficult challenge. The poor wolf was having its limits pushed at an incredible rate. All until it finally managed to reach the pressure plate after a few dozen tries.
As the new parkour appeared, it was time for Jack to shine. He reached the end only to realize that the last jump was impossible to make: there was way too much space. How could he remedy this problem?
Jack did something that was goddamn insane: he used a chicken. He grabbed one and began doing parkour with it.
He had to be lightning-fast as its brethren were already after him! Without committing a single mistake, he reached the top. Then he ran and jumped toward what seemed like certain death.
Mid-air, the chicken began beating its wings. Jack floated in the air for a short moment before landing heavily on the other side. Without wasting any second, he kept rushing, finding a lever.
After pulling it, a small bridge made of shaky platforms appeared between him and Moon Moon's spot. There was also a door that had opened next to his pet.
Jack ran. He ran like the fucking wind! Below him were tons of chickens crowding. They were making chicken pyramids and even overflowing on the platforms he had to cross.
That's when Jack grabbed his trusty Aegis and Cluckinator.
"Bring it one, you goddamn bastards!" He roared with the enemies doing their thing.
— Cluck! Cluck! Cluck! —
Then he charged forward, akin to an unstoppable train.
"Get freaking annihilated! Do you want to stop me? Better luck in another life! This is Jack' Motherfucking O! Get in line and get ready to die!" He trash-talked the enemies as he ran in their midst.
He sent blood flying everywhere, but he managed to keep his footing even in such a situation. Then he rushed through the exit like a whirlwind, Moon moon joining him toward the last stretch.
At the end was a blue barrier that the chickens couldn't pass through. As the two of them arrived on the other side, they playfully turned back to the chickens blocked by the barrier.
The two were...grimacing at them?! How childish were they?! Moon Moon especially looked incredibly silly as it stuck its tongue out with its eyes upturned.
As they observed their new surroundings, it was clear that there were more challenges. This was only the beginning….
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[A/N] Hype! PRIV Mass Release Time! 🔥
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Creator's Thought
No joke, the swarm enemies archetypes are the absolute worst! The chickens here are such an example: it doesn't matter how strong you are and how weak they individually are, one should always fear an infinite number of chickens. Many died before realizing it...
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