Heyo everyone! Cs here and yes. It's been a long time since I've uploaded another part for this fic. So in order to pay y'all from my long arse hiatus. Here's two posts in one.
Also BTW since I confused everyone in part four. TFGS is a creepypasta series by Jack Townsend which became four books. So I recommend you read this and the previous parts before you read this one.
https://www.gasstationjack.com/post/the-dark-god-part-1
Anyways enjoy y'all! And remember, there's some weird raptor buying Doritos!
Part 5:
The days feel longer and longer. I don’t know if it is my condition or the fact that Raptors keep buying chips from me. But something was up, I knew it. When you worked at the sh*tty gas station at the edge of town for this long like me. You know what weird truly means as well as becoming used to it.
After the Giganotosaurus incident. My head hurt, I didn’t know if I could last another second in this place. This weird dimension with dinosaurs alive and eating people. Nothing made any sense compared to home. Which is surprising when the home reality I knew was already strange to begin with. But oh God the situation we are currently in.
Let me track back time to a couple of hours ago. It was around midnight and Carlos was up, he and Jerry were taking turns sleeping and working. And I haven’t noticed. I was thankful Carlos was the one up and not Jerry. The cultist was getting annoying, rambling about me and Carlos. (Which I will not dive into because it’s not necessary and something I’m not comfortable sharing with the internet.) Our supplies were almost gone since the local ‘Cult of the Holy Scorpion’ bought up almost everything. I had to go and buy groceries for me and three other people a few hours before because we were running low. And I had to use Benjamin's money because he was richer than all of us combined! So take that as you will.
When I came back to the shitty Gas Station at the edge of town. Ignoring the locals and the awkward glances of them. As well as the Raptors somehow sneaking into the trunk of my old little Nissan which I had to fight off with my crutches. And nothing seemed bad. At first. But I was wrong when this sudden event happened two hours ago….
First, it wasn't even that bad. The only difference was that Kieffer showed up drunk as hell. His face is all squished and angry like some sort of Hector Salamanca. He wore the same dirty and smelly robe as he went in drunk. I and Carlos both sighed as we looked at him.
Ok, when will this guy ever leave me alone!? Those were the only thoughts in my mind as I saw this dude. To make a long story short. Kieffer died yet again. But this time it was different.
He got shot by some other angry cultists who were using some sort of primitive gun. As I said during the earlier blog posts before we got transported here, I’m not a gun guy at all. But I could have seen from a mile away that they were having muskets. Besides the big pale man in the back of the group (which I assumed was the leader.) He had a pistol the size of the small raptors who went into the store and a bowie knife on the other hand. They stared at Carlos after they slaughtered Kieffer. They began to rip apart his corpse like they were in some ritual I saw in The Exorcist. With a heart on one end, and an intestine on the other, the first corner of the gas station floor became a gruesome scene of gore and blood.
Carlos and I were disgusted by seeing this. And we both took a glance at each other. He was thinking what I was thinking in vice versa. Then we gave the most gorey instance of Kieffercide we had ever seen for a second.
“We have to stop them,” Carlos said, looking at the back of the gas station for anything to counter the cultists. But due to the toughest thing in this place besides Benjamin’s guns being a really tough piece of beef jerky and maybe some half of a gas canister. He or anyone else couldn’t do Jack unless it was Benjamin. “Damn it, we don’t have anything.”
I took another glance at the cultists. This time they were now literally bathing in Kieffer’s blood. Rubbing it all over their clothed bodies and licking it off. It grossed me out to see it happen yet again in this gas station. This happened more times than I wish shouldn’t be, first happened when I joined the place many years ago. And this seems like the most degenerate out of all of them. Which was saying something.
“Jack,” Carlos said, sounding serious, “I think we need to get some sort of weapon and fast. To hold them off when we’re waiting for the cops. They could go after us next!”
I gave Carlos a nervous glance and looked at the storage closet. Benjamin was still in there, he had been running low on some ammo and forced me to go with him to buy some rounds. So we could ask him to get rid of the cultists.
The air grew tight as we stood for another hour or so. By this point there was barely anything of Kieffer left that wasn’t eaten or thrown in the garbage. Carlos had the guts enough to talk to them. Telling the wack jobs “I am calling the cops if you don’t leave,” in the sternest tone I have ever heard in my life. But the cultists didn’t notice, or care at all. They just continued to do whatever the hell they were doing as I told Carlos, “I’m going to get Benjamin to deal with them, we don’t have anything compared to him and I bet he can beat the big guy over there with the pistol,” I pointed at the tall pale man, who was smoking a cigar now as he stared right at me.
Carlos shook his head, “No, I’ll get him,”
“I’m sorry but you’ll what?”
“You heard what I said homie,” Carlos said with a stern tone for some reason. But also a little soft as well. “I can get him, it won’t take long. Just keep watch for like a few seconds, I’ll be back soon.”
I sighed and nodded reluctantly. I wish I could make people listen to me more often in this dimension. Carlos and sometimes Benjamin do. But everyone else was the opposite. Especially Jerry.
“Fine,” I said, a little irritated about this whole event. “But you better give me something too, just in case,”
Carlos just nodded and walked into the storage closet that Jerry and Benjamin were (somehow) sharing to rest and sleep. No wonder why people thought that was our break room.
After a while, Carlos came out with Benjamin. Both of them are equipped with guns the size of a German shepherd. Carlos passed me a little pistol as well. The thing looked like a children's toy almost. But it worked I suppose. I took it and put it in my pocket. “Don’t throw it this time,” Carlos whispered. I just replied with a “Not cool man,” as I looked at the musket-armed cultists.
The cultists turned their heads in shock. Confused and terrified that these two mysterious men suddenly popping out with machine guns I’m assuming.
The leader yelled something in some language I didn’t understand. The cultists look fearful as they try to make a pitiful retreat. Sounding fanatic and crazy as Benjamin wasted no time shooting many of them down. The rest of them somehow escaped the gas station. But not unscathed, as we heard roars and the sound of a man screaming.
We all stared at the carnage and the tall pale man for a while. He still stood his ground and aimed his gun at the two men who just made his little gang perish. Benjamin stared at the man like he was going to strangle him.
“GET THE F#CK OUT!” Benjamin yelled at the top of his lungs. He clenched the gun tightly and aimed it back. Carlos followed his example and aimed the other machine gun he held at the cult leader who had zero emotion at this. “DID I STUDDER? I SAID GO!”
The pale leader only slightly scoffed as he saw the two. His sunken baggy eyes looked soulless as the man glanced at me before going right back at Carlos. He spoke in that same weird language in reply. Blabbering random unknown words that were just gibberish to us. Carlos raised an eyebrow and looked at me. Then looked back at the pale guy who was now screaming racial slurs in FLUENT English.
I cringed when I heard the man’s voice. It sounded like hard gravel and a man shouting bloody murder. I felt my ears ring like a bell as Benjamin shouted back. Twice as loud if I didn’t put the earplugs in. The pale man only screamed back, sounding like a caveman more and more. I was surprised Carlos wasn’t even fully bothered. He only scowled at the pale cultist man, nothing more and nothing less. He stood there waiting for Benjamin to give an order. It was weird considering that Carlos didn’t just shoot him already.
The pale dude tried to shoot Benjamin, his fingers almost fully pulling the trigger. His mouth makes a gross squishing noise, making Carlos scoff in disgust.
“Eww,” was all he could see as Jerry opened the door and went out of the storage closet. He somehow had a katana which I didn’t notice until this very moment.
“What the hell was going on here?” Was all he had to say,
But then his brain exploded. A shot from some sort of sniper rifle flew by and hit the dude. His brain matter stained the floor and the two gunmen near him. Falling on the ground like a sack of potatoes. Carlos jumped back and yelled, “SNIPER! Everyone go stay on the ground! NOW!”
“Unless you want a hole in your skull,” Benjamin added, ignoring the roaring sound of what I assumed was a T-Rex.
And so here we are now, all on the gas station floor with multiple dead bodies everywhere. It was a tragedy for all I know, but this was the sh#tty gas station at the edge of town. My laptop is almost dead, so I guess this story is to be continued.
Part 6:
JESUS CHRIST. I finally had this laptop actually work for once. Thank whatever god or deity who blessed me with this. I am grateful for this! For context, a bunch of things happened during the events in the previous part and me writing this. And the laptop I have been using to record the strange tales I’ve experienced working here became nothing but a large useless piece of cinder block. The thing’s battery died mere seconds after I posted part five. And I was not able to charge it sooner.
The reason why though was that I was under the counter. I was lying on my side with my crutches barely reachable and the outlet farther away. Resting on my good leg and barely able to even roll because Carlos was right behind me. Holding close to me for little to no reason. The guy was very clingy, giving me the biggest and most awkward death grip. And I had little to no way to talk him out of it.
“Hey man, can you let me go a little?” I would ask, “I know we are currently in a live or death situation where a sniper and possibly a dinosaur are out for our necks and possibly something else. But I got to do some things that I know should be possible on the ground.”
And he would grunt, breathe frantically, and say “No homie, you matter too much for me to do that.” In a tone I could only describe as ‘concerned loved one.’
I quit doing it soon after asking him to do it once. Accepting the fact that he was not going to let me go unless Benjamin or Jerry needed some help with whatever the hell our new unwanted visitors were. And they were definitely the most annoying ones to boot. Whoever they were, they were causing a mess.
I heard the cigarette stand to shatter into a million pieces of tobacco bits and broken glass. The wall was penetrated and nothing but holes and powder. Jerry commented something I could not here. Benjamin cussed up a storm at Carlos coming in to, for lack of a better word snuggle me instead of giving him additional firepower. Carlos ignored him for a while. Waiting for the standoff to end. My ears rang from Benjamin firing back a little with his ginormous machine gun fire.
For obvious reasons, I felt useless. I was nothing more than an injured guy running low on pain meds and was barely able to shoot a gun. Sure, I was a little bit of a leader, but the big monster hunter with a giant gun did a better job than me. Despite his aggressive personality. Everyone had at least something going for them. Carlos for how calm he is and Jerry for… well, Jerry. But next to them, I was nothing more than a complete baby and a half. And it bothered me in these times. Even with Carlos being rather supportive of me.
After about five minutes. The gunfire stopped as soon as a bullet went through the counter right next to Carlos and me. Just about giving the two of us a heart attack. I heard an extra roar from the giant meat eater as footsteps came into the gas station. The sounds of presumably Benjamin and Jerry getting up from the cover they took in the shootout. I tried to shuffle my way to the crutches. But Carlos only tightened his grip as I heard Benjamin and Jerry gasp in shock.
“Dude,” I said to Carlos, feeling irritated that he was that clingy now. “What are you doing?” Can’t you let me go?”
“Homie listen, I’m going to let you go soon. Just not now. I don’t want you to be hurt, that would be the death of me,” he said, rubbing my hair. I could feel him about to kiss the back of my head until Jerry and Benjamin made a revelation that shocked all of us to our very core.
“You got to be f#cking kidding me!” Jerry shouted, “Aren’t you supposed to be dead? You literally got your head chopped like some broken toy. And now you are here to pester us again? You piss me off sometimes, not going to lie!”
Benjamin did not comment any further. I just hear him tap his giant feet on the floor like an angry parent.
The reply coming from the man was no more than a simple laugh. A laugh I could know from a mile away. The laugh of a person who barely counted as one. His inhumanity made me shudder.
No way, please no way man. Come on this can’t be happening! It’s like the Dark God saga all over again! But now with DINOSAURS involved?! I can not take this bullsh#t sometimes!
Carlos sat up as soon as he heard the laughter. He knew that I knew that we may be potentially screwed as we could not see the chaos happening from under the counter. I was still being held for dear life for a moment until he let go with a groan and grabbed the machine gun resting next to the crutches. He followed this by shuffling his way out of under the counter and into the rest of the gas station.
I pulled off something I never thought I was able to in this broken state and leg. I somehow reached the crutches, scooted out of the counter, and stood myself up. It hurt like hell, my body not resting jumping on one leg after staying in one place for hours among hours. But still, I pulled it off and got up. I also made sure to grab the last of my pain meds and an additional pistol I found next to the counter for some reason.
How am I finding random weapons everywhere? Must be Benjamin. Dude has some sort of addiction to the things.
I walked my way out of the place where the main type of crazy was happening. Benjamin was standing in the middle of the madness. His gun was aimed at him. Jerry was on the corner lighting up a joint, followed by pulling out the sword and going into a samurai stance. Carlos was doing the same as Benjamin except he was on the corner opposite Jerry.
“N-no way! This can’t be!” I said, shocked that he was indeed back again. “This place has its own Spencer too?”
“Hey, Jack!” said Spencer F#CKING Middleton as he aimed some weird laser weapon at us. He ditched the sniper rifle for it. I know for a fact he did. He wore the same suit as earlier these past months. “Ya miss me? Because I know for a fact you did!” Oh God, he’s a bigger jerk than I thought. This dimension’s Spencer is a pain.
Jerry walked near Spencer and unsheathed his katana. He tried to slice Spencer, but he stopped when the laser gun was pointed at him. And that is where we are now. I guess this is to be continued since this standoff may end soon… And I’m terrified.
To be continued.
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