Linky's Fics
Slaughterhouse
Fandom: Kamen Rider Gotchard
Character(s) and/or Pairing(s): Atropos & Clotho & Lachesis
Rating: M
Word Count: 345
Contents: Genfic, Vignette, Blood, Graphic Violence, Rated M For Violence, Prompt Fill
Notes: Done for the prompt "kamen rider gotchard: atropos & clotho & lachesis - slaughterhouse" over at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
tokuficathon. Originally posted on 2025-03-04.
Summary: Another experiment is underway.
Also On: Ao3, Dreamwidth
Clotho shoved another fresh corpse onto the ground. Looking at the pile of bodies by her feet with a sneer. “When are we going to find some real enemies to fight?” She cracks her knuckles, the sound echoed through the room. “These alchemists are a waste of my time.”
“Patience, Clotho.” Atropos turned to her. “Think of it as a warm up for our experiment.”
Through the pile of bodies, one alchemist who looked to survive weakly got up. A fierce anger present deep within his eyes.
“Oh?” Lachesis chuckled. “It looks like we still have another lowly mutt left.”
The alchemist brought out his sword, lunging towards Lachesis.
“You fiends!”
Effortlessly, Lachesis sliced through the alchemist as he got close to her. Turning him into mere ribbons as his sword clanked onto the ground. Splatters of blood decorated her face, dress, and hands. Proof of the violent battles that had occurred. She then turns to Clotho, “Everything will come into place. Just hold on a little longer.”
The sisters surveyed the area to make sure no other surprise attacks could be in store. That one alchemist looked to be the final one left in the room. All the rest were dead, the stench of their bodies enveloping the room.
Clotho only huffed in response as she walked to nearby hallway. Impatience could be felt with each and every step she took. Her thirst for battle couldn’t be satiated. But that was how she was created. With a void deep within her being that only wanted violence— to prove her might in glorious combat.
Atropos looked at the room around them. Surrounded by corpses, countless pitiful alchemists had met their end tonight. Each of them died a painful death. Snatched away from the world by each of the sisters' different methods of fighting: Blades, magic, and might.
A never ending cycle of death and violence awaited the world of alchemy as the three would advance onwards. Ready to continue their experiments and further Geryon’s plans and create glorious chemistry unlike the world had ever seen.