YTSK II: Chapter IV
In Universe Date: 14-15 April 2021
A limping and wet Aegea enters the nuclear silo, where he is greeted by DRM. "Commisar! I thought you had died." "Well, you were wrong." Kailan also arrives on the scene and shakes hands with Aegea. "Your forces did well in saving our legion. Anyway, it's bed time. I shall find you dry clothes and guide you to your bed."
Kailan guides Aegea to his bed before going to sleep himself. Suomi, Oak, Fourthirds, Zed, Pleb, DRM and Borysk go to sleep soon after.
A few hours pass, and Fourthirds has difficulty sleeping. He decides goes to the basement to get some extra sleeping pills. He navigates his way to the door leading to the basement, which he proceeds to open. When he has finished walking downstairs, he hears the door behind him shut.
"Hello, Fourthirds. It's nice that i finally have an opportunity to be one-on-one with you." Fourthirds recognizes this voice, and chooses to stay silent. "I SAID, HELLO FOURTHIRDS!" Fourthirds hides in a corner. The voice becomes irritated."Ignoring me, huh?" Fourthirds is grabbed by his face and forced to look at the person who had just entered the room. "TALK TO ME!" "h-h-hello yan. wonderful weather we're having."
"We're inside the basement. You can't see the weather." "well, i presume it's nice" "Well, last time i checked it was raining like shit." "oh. well, terrible weather we're having" "You know, i actually wanted to talk about something else, actually." "Oh right, i've been honing my chess-" "What do you think THIS is?" "...a map of Tuva." "A map of Tuva, drawn by none other than the person i am looking at this very instant. Tell me Fourthirds, do you think this map is accurate?" "Well, it doesn't matter if-" Yan punched Fourthirds so hard that he flew straight into the wall at the other end of the room. "IT DOESN'T MATTER?"
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE? BECAUSE OF YOUR VIDEO, PEOPLE WILL THINKS TUVA'S BORDERS WERE NOTHING BUT MERE SQUIGGLY LINES. DO YOU WANT TO LIVE IN THAT WORLD, FOURTHIRDS? I DON'T THINK SO."
"Okay, fine. I plead guilty. I have misled the public." "You know what has to happen now, right?" "Well, i know what you want to happen. I really wonder though, how can you live with yourself, knowing that you are a murderer?"
"How can i live with myself as a murderer?" Yan laughs. "What a silly question. The question you should be asking is: how would i live with myself if I allowed terrible mappers to live?" "But doesn't it horrify you, to see people on the verge of death?" "To the contrary! I love to kill people. I love watching people die. I'll punch them and then they'll wiggle and squirm all over the place and then i just stop or cut them with a knife and watch the face turn real white, I love all that blood. Speaking of which..."
Yan cuts off Fourthirds's legs. He screams in anguish, and is terrified. "Please don't kill me. I don't want to die." "Heh, i had anticipated you'd start talking like that. And you know, that's really the best part of this all. I finally get to see bad mappers made humble. They think they could get away with their errors, but they underestimate me. I am the wrath of historical accuracy, the respite against shit maps. Your Tuva borders have not gone unnoticed."
"Mappers when they see an irrelavent area not having perfect borders" "Hahaha. Let's get to business, shall we? Farewell, Fourthirds."
Yan forces Fourthirds' eyes open and pours vinegar over them. This hurts like hell, and blinds Fourthirds. Yan proceeds to use pliers to pull off parts of his skin, creating open wounds. Blood flows from Fourthirds' wounds all over the floor. She then pours molten iron over his body. He screams from the bottom of his lungs as the molten iron slowly tears away his skin and inflicts immeasurable levels of pain.
DRM knocks at the door. "Fourthirds, please stop making so much noise. People are trying to sleep." Fourthirds wants to scream that Yan is there, but she quickly stabs him in the neck and hides him under the closet before he could say anything. DRM continues to bang at the door. "Hello, Fourthirds? Answer me." Yan shape-shifts, and assumes the form of Fourthirds, and opens the door. From his position on the staircase, DRM can't see any of the blood splatter near the closet. "I'm sorry, DRM. I just had a manic episode." "Huh, i didn't know you had those." "Well, i do. Anyway, what was i doing?" "You were supposed to go to bed." "Alright, i'll do that." "Goodnight Fourthirds." "Goodnight DRM."