Sharpshooter

SHARPSHOOTERS ARE BALD!

For some reason the firewall don’t react to Sharpshooter. (Sry low quality)

Manus the Sharpshooter stood there, face to face with a virus who was behind a desk. The room they were in was dark, with a single pink-ish light on the ceiling. The walls were grey, and there was a large window looking into a cave in the back of the room. In the cave, a group of programs were mining bits with pink pickaxes.

"So, who was this man you wanted me to kill?" he said, his voice dry.

"Merv. A program, works at McDod," the virus answered.

"Look, I don't hunt programs. They're the least bit important, and I have other things to do. Why do you even want him dead?"

"Well, Manus," the virus said, rubbing his so-called hands together. "Merv is probably one of the most terrible people in this computer. He called me a n-no good p-person who needs t-to get a b-better job!"

The virus was crying out of his one eye. He started to cry even more, banging his fists on the table and sniffling. Manus was embarrassed to be standing here with this virus. He had other things to do, and this was one of his least important priorities.

"That's all? He just called you a name?" he said in response.

"It was a bad name!" the virus answered, sniffling and whimpering.

"I'm sorry, but no deal."

"Please! I'll pay you 10,000 bits!"

"10,000 BITS!?"

"Yes!"

He would be rich once he killed that program! Manus would be the richest of them all! Excited, he slammed his gun-hands on the table, looking the virus straight in the eye.

"Deal!" he exclaimed.

They both shook hands. Manus was shrieking in joy like a fangirl at a concert. After that, he walked out of the room and out of the virus encampment. There was only one thing that the virus didn't tell him...

It was a normal day so far in McDod. Merv stood there behind the counter, bags under his eyes, waiting for a bloatware to order. All but 3 of the tables were filled. There were no holes in the walls, and none of the windows were broken so far, so it was a good day.

"I'd like a uhhh....uhhhhh...uhhhhh..." the bloatware said, still thinking.

A program behind the bloatware in line had had enough of this. He let all of his anger out.

"OH C'MON THERE'S ONLY LIKE- 4 THINGS ON THE MENU!" they exclaimed.

The bloatware was anxious, shaking. He quickly just said something, not even wanting it, but he was too scared to hold up the line even more.

"I'll have a data burger!" he said.

Merv clicked a button, and suddenly, a bag with a burger inside appeared out of thin air. The bloatware grabbed it, giving Merv 5 bits (even though it costed 6 bits, Merv didn't care), and walked out to the street. Sadly, he got hit by a program wheeler, causing it to break into pieces and kill the driver and the passenger.

Watching all of this, Merv ignored it, going on to the next order. They wanted a data pizza and some coolant. He spawned them a bag of what they wanted, the receiver paid, and they walked off to a table.

All was well. Orders were going fine, and nobody was being rude. The atmosphere of the place was calm and peaceful, even though the smell coming from the kitchen smelled like grease and smoke. Suddenly, however, everything would change for the worst.

Merv heard a ticking noise from somewhere. He didn't think much of it, but he really should've, because right at that moment...

BANG! A mine had exploded at the right wall of the restaurant. Everybody screamed, some of them running outside of the restaurant. Merv looked around, thinking of what to do. That was when he saw him, a pale white man with red guns for hands and a large hat.

"Who are-" he said, before being interrupted.

One by one, the man shot the people running away. Merv hit a button under the front desk, silently alerting the Inception Antivirus of the situation. He was terrified. Bodies lay on the ground, the floor covered in a green liquid. The man blew on the barrel of his guns, aiming them at people.

Merv backed up slowly, trying to escape. Suddenly, the gun-handed man heard him, looking over towards his direction, finally seeing him.

"You...I've been looking for you," he said.

Finally, he started shooting towards his direction, bullets flying overhead. Merv ducked under the counter, crawling on the floor. The man stopped shooting to run behind the counter. Once he did, he started shooting at Merv, before noticing he wasn't there anymore.

"Where the heck are you?" he said.

He walked into the back room. The man looked around, trying to find his target.

It was freezing. Merv had hidden in the freezer. His green aura had now started to turn ice-blue. He was shivering, chattering his non-existent teeth.

"It sure is cold in here," he whispered to himself.

Suddenly, he slightly jumped, bumping his head on the top of the freezer. There was a dead malware byte in there. It had icicles growing all over it, and it had a blue-ish grey tint, unlike the usual blue.

The sharpshooter heard a noise coming from the freezer. He quickly looked at it, walking over to it. That must've been where he was. Slowly, he opened the top, ready to shoot him.

Yep, Merv was in there alright. The victim screamed as the sharpshooter pointed his right gun-hand in his face.

"The name's Manus. Good day in the afterlife, I heard. Hopefully, it isn-" he said, before being interrupted.

The shooter got shocked. He screamed, shaking around and falling to the ground. Luckily, he was stunned, not getting up 20 minutes later. Sadly, he was still alive, meaning he was still trying to kill Merv. A mint-green glove reached into the now-open freezer, helping Merv up and back out.

"Are you okay?" the owner of the mint-green gloves asked.

"S-sure," Merv answered, still shivering from the cold.

He looked closer. It was an install wizard, a female one from the sound of voice. There were absolutely 0 gender differences from a male and female one, so he just had to guess. It was a bad thing to do, yes, but there was nothing else to do. It's not like the males had a mane and the females didn't after all.

"Take this, you'll warm up," she said, taking off her cloak and putting it on Merv.

Thank god she had clothes on underneath. It would've been the same story if she didn't. Besides, half the residents of this computer ran about naked. Merv thanked her for the warmth.

"Why was that man trying to murder you?" she asked.

"Well....uh....I don't actually know," Merv answered.

"Oh well. The name's Insta, what's your name?"

"M....Merv. Yep, it's Merv. Hello, Insta."

And that's how their journey started.

Playing as Sharpshooter and then got chased for idk about 20 minutes by Zeilao basically Zeilao was this colored black void thing? it looked weird but also pretty scary

Mostly he chased me around the map with a knife and some creepy music and if he catched up to me I would get Hit by the bat

Without any chasing he would play the creepy music somewhere where I was I was not safe at ALL.

He would also go invisible because that's what contributors have and then basically play this scream jumpscare anytime

You will not Survive.

You might have the edit it a bit or blank out a certain character.

You cannot defeat us.

Whoever the heck is changing the info I put on the sharpshooter, stop, I just want to let others know on what happens if you use the hexadecimal color