@Spiral-Knight-Kid: I changed your researcher's name to Dr. Vitro, I hope you don't mind ^^
All characters not explicitly included in this chapter (meaning characters that have been mentioned only) will be in the next one.
Oh, and I'm deciding to put the regular Knight off until the next chapter. Meaning that you can apply now. If you've applied once or twice before, please let someone else do it. If nobody else applies, then I'll open up applications for everyone who's applied at least once.

Chapter 6 - Rebuild

Looking up at the sun, I relished the cool air against my skin for what felt like the first time in my life. Sensing a movement from something else in the room, I looked to the right. There was another Wolver, but his fur was jet black, just like mine was, but something was off. He didn't seem to have any thorns. He seemed to have been a subject too, as his fur was matted with the slimy green fluid, and there was a nest of glass and twisted metal around him He was picking him up the floor and shaking himself off. There seemed to be another one, but my vision was too blurry from the liquid getting in my eyes.
"What... is this place?", he mumbled to himself, uneasily as if expecting something to come out an attack him.
"I think it's a laboratory", I replied to him, causing him to spin around and growl in defense.
"Who are you?!", he barked defensively. I was taken aback a little by his reaction, as I expected him to be some kind of timid creature.
"I am...", I start, but then realize something. What is my name I don't know my name. Who am I?
"I don't know", I eventually answer. He seemed confused and offended.
"Whatever. I'm getting out of this place, whatever it is." He bounded off through the rubble of the test chamber, climbing up out of the hole made by an explosion. I should probably get going too, there’s no doubt that the Knights will come around soon... I followed suit, climbing out of the rubble with some difficulty and making it up on to the street. Knights were sprawled everywhere on the ground, some even with missing limbs, blown off by the explosion. Fires had broken out, filling the sky with smoke. I was a little surprised that the Knights could be easily attacked like this. I quickly darted into an alley, avoiding any Knights that could have recovered already.

Now... where is the Arcade?

[Lyra’s Perspective]

I looked up from under my desk, seeing that the only damages was some drywall coming off the ceiling. I sigh in relief, silently checking around to see if everyone was okay. It seems the answer to that was yes. I clean up the area around me.
“Check on all the rooms! Oh, and make sure Dr. Vitro is alright!”, I yell to an intern across the way. He nods his head and frantically runs off. Vitro was one of the head researchers here, and while I would have gladly given him a lobotomy if that would changed his attitude, he was critical to almost all research operations in the lab.
“What was that?”, I wonder out loud, reflecting on the massive r
“I’m going outside to see the damage, everyone. You guys stay here”, I instruct my research group. Thankfully the exit isn’t blocked, but when I step outside, I see a land of chaos. The air is stagnant, and the smell of smoke and bodies overwhelms me.

“What in the world happened?!”

I wonder... is Vin alright?

[Polar-XI’s Perspective]

It was all too satisfying gazing at the ruined landscape.
“Those Gremlin missiles really pack a punch”, I murmur to myself, recalling the deal I made with those furry... things.
I look towards the laboratory, which seems to have taken quite a hit. I used to shudder when I saw it, reminded of the experiments that were done on me, but seeing it partially in ruins was relieving. I flew closer to inspect the damage, and was disappointed to find out that only the West side and the basement were affected. There were some test subjects streaming out, most of them either Wolvers or Gremlins, with the occasional Chromalisk mixed in.
I grab the transmitter given to me by Seerus, the one in charge of the attack, and turn it on.
*krrch* Polar reporting from the scene. Attack relatively successful, a hell of a lot of damage done to Haven too! *krrch*
*krrch* Gehehe... So it was a success...

[Vin's Perspective - 2 months later]
"So, you understand how the Laboratory was damaged?", Feron asked me.
"Yes, sir. I was informed that the West Wing was affected, as well as the basement. Test subjects have escaped, am I correct?"
"That is correct, but there are two you should be concentrating on. In the basement, there are three Test Subjects that have been experimented on intensively for the better of Haven, and two out of these subjects have escaped. The third is still in suspension. These escapees look like this." He showed me a photo of two Wolvers with pitch black fur, one with a series of spikes on its back, and the other without any. SR-100 was under the first one, and SR-117 was under the second.
"Your task is to hunt these down, and bring them back to Spiral HQ. It is imperative that you do so without failure."
"Is there any information on where they are now?", I ask.
"They're most likely in Haven at the moment, the elevators in the Arcade have been disabled. Oh, and if you're leaving now, take these pictures with you.
I salute, and leave the office, taking the pictures with them.

"SR-100 and SR-117, huh. They look like little Snarbolaxes."

Sorry I haven't replied for three days, I've been busy doing other stuff and while I could seem to write for Finder's Keepers, I don't have time to concentrate on any chapters, which is what I would like to do.
I should start work relatively soon.

Villains don't have to be evil all the time. They have lives too!

As of right now, I may have to close this story for a while.
People are oblivious to the fact to the world is ending.
Right now, I discovered that I can save the world, but in order to do so...
I must go into a deep sleep.
Leniency against the problem is not a choice, so I have to do it soon.

For the world to be saved, I have to sleep for about five years.
Only if I do that, will the world be saved.
Otherwise, we will all go up in flames.
Look back at this thread in five years, I already have a chapter written up for that time.
Saying goodbye is hard, but I must.

Also, if you read the first letters of every sentence vertically, you'll find a special message for all of you.

http://pastebin.com/raw.php?i=T0RwFQkV

I now regret making that awful April Fools' joke ;_;
Buuut thanks for the complimentary bump :D

I will probably write a new chapter sometime today, right now I dun feel like doing anything
And thanks for the bumps :D

Sorry for the wait folks. If you just applied, I'll introduce your characters in the next chapter. It's a little difficult placing everyone in the story, hehe.

Chapter 8 - Retaliate

[SR-100’s Perspective]
The elevator rumbled to a stop as it reached the graveyard. The air was filled with the stench of decaying bodies and dirt. Eurgh. I readied my spikes in case any zombies came out and attacked me. They felt like extra arms, but there was something else about them. Looking back up at them, I tried changing their shape. They rippled, as if water, then reformed into a thin, blade like thorn. This is cool... I was now a lot more confident about getting through the graveyard if I had my thorns ready. Just as I got off the elevator, it shot up again, towards the surface. That’s weird... nobody else should be coming this way any time soon... I put my suspicions aside and started walking forward. There were graves in every room, and I took extra care not to step on any of the graves, lest I awaken the undead. Suddenly, I heard a digging and collapsing of dirt from one of the graves. I look back, and I see a zombie come out of the ground, its blank stare directed straight towards me. I slice off its head with one of my blades, but more rise up. Running towards one of them, I latch on to his head and rip it off, using my thorn-blades to decapitate another one. That’s not the last of them. Several more come out of their graves, and I spin around, lobbing a flurry of thorns at them. I manage to destroy a couple of them, and I charge into the rest, knocking three of them down at once and stabbing their cores with a thorn. Before any more of them can rise up, I run off, seeking the elevator. I merge the small blades into a big one as I’m running, slicing the heads off of a few more. I hear a Phantom cry in the distance. I run faster, trying to find the elevator. The maze of graves and mausoleums are endless, and the Phantom eventually catches up with me. I separate my thornblades, parrying one of his strikes in time. However, he jumps around me, slashing at my side. I jump out of the way and attempt to lacerate his ghost-like body. I get a few cuts in, but he shakes it off, dashing around to the side faster than I can react. He manages to slash my back leg, causing me to howl in pain. Enraged, I merge my blades again and turn them into a massive hammer, sweeping him to the side and stunning him. I change the hammer into a sword, bringing it down on him. I hear a small squelch, and all that’s left is a purple, shimmering Phantom core, waiting to regenerate. I limp around the corner, and I see the elevator in sight. Looking back at my wound, I notice that purple blood is flowing out, and the surrounding flesh is blackened. The cut stings quite a bit, but I manage to make it to the elevator block. The world starts warping around me. W-what’s going on... My legs are unsteady, and I collapse to the ground. That Phantom’s sword... it had poison on it. How could I be so careless? The world turns dark, and I pass out.

[SR-117’s Perspective - A Few Hours Ago]
I look around the corner to where that other Wolver girl went. She’s standing on her hind legs, pawing at the service elevator buttons. I cloak myself, and creep slowly to where she is. It seems that she’s activated it... and is currently jumping up, trying to press one of the buttons. I creep closer, still invisible. I focus my eyes, and see she’s trying to press the Aurora Isles button. Sigh... well, no wonder. I sit down on my haunches, staring at her futile attempts to press the button. I hear a small click, then a rumble, and look up. One of the buttons is lit up, but something’s wrong. I focus my eyes again, and see the Graveyard button lit up. Crap... it’s nighttime and she’s going to the graveyard. The elevator rumbles down, and I see her panicked stare as I look down the shaft. In that moment, I decided to go down as well. Normally, I would just leave her for dead, but for some reason... gah! My brain is a mess right now. I eventually decided to follow her down. I kind of needed help escaping the Enforcers anyway. I pressed the call button on the front of the gate, and it lit up, blinking. It must still be going down... Eventually, it stopped blinking, and within minutes the elevator returned. I hopped on to it, and jumped, hitting the Graveyard button with accuracy I still pride myself on today. The elevator shook, and started its descent.

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The elevator slows down, and arrives at the Graveyard with a rumble. I quickly cloak myself before any zombies rise up. Gazing at my surroundings, I notice a trail of paw prints leading through the graveyard, probably that Wolver girl’s. I tentatively walk forward, looking around for any other signs. Up ahead, there’s a bunch of bones and zombie heads scattered about. She’s pretty good... Staying close to the walls, I manage not to awake any zombies as I follow her paw prints. Or maybe all the zombies were killed. Who knows. I notice a Phantom lurking around, probably looking for something. That’s right... Phantoms’ swords have poison on them this time of year. I was just reminded of that fact, and I start rushing a little. I eventually find her, collapsed by the elevator, with dark blood coming out of a slash wound on her leg. I sigh. And she was stupid enough to get attacked by a Phantom. I drag her by the scruff of her neck to the elevator. Apparently the next level was the Aurora Isles. When she woke up, she would be happy about that, but she’ll probably be too woozy from the Phantom Poison.

[Polar-14’s Perspective]
“It seems I made a good choice in trusting you”, I said, smirking, to the Warmaster of the Gremlin colony. He bowed profusely.
“Yessss... you did indeed... about payment...”, he hissed, looking up at me with one red eye.
“I said I will pay you within one cycle. It has not been one cycle yet, has it? So why are you asking for payment now?” How annoying. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone through with the plan.
“M-my apologies... but we need the money to reach the tax for this cycle within five days. Tinkinzar demands it.”
“I said that I will give you the money within one cycle. No questions asked. I don’t want to think that I made a mistake trusting you.” I start walking away.
“B-but sir!” I turn around and stab him in the arm with my Chaos Blade. He immediately clutches the wound. I look into his eyes, and I see intense fear. As to be expected.
“You will have the money within one cycle. Understood?”
He meekly nodded, his eyes wide. I turn around, and take a small ring out of my pocket. I put it on my finger, and close my eyes. I feel a huge jolt of energy, and I open my eyes, looking around at the ravaged landscape. Islands hang suspended over an abyss, and the Devil’s Castle is in front of me. I sigh, and start walking towards the castle. I’m back in the underworld.