Bloodshot Travis Learns to Love Himself: Difference between revisions

"I'll get you for this, Travis! When the papers see these pictures, you're finished!"

 

 

The tool flew swiftly into Robert's chest, piercing it and killing him instantly. Travis knelt down beside the man's body and ripped it open like a giant kinder surprise egg. He was just about to feast on Robert's delicious-looking organs when a masked stranger appeared beside him.

They reappeared on a dim suburban street. It was the middle of the night, but hordes of people were ambling past them.

 

 

"We're in a new world, Travis. The real world. Of course things feel different."

"We have lots to see," Evil Travis remarked as they joined the dozens walking towards a large warehouse building in the distance. Minutes later, they had reached the entrance to what the flashing neon sign told them was Travcon. Thousands of costumed civilians were gathered in a humongous line that stretched around itself at least 50 times, laughing and chatting to each other.

 

 

"Don't be ridiculous. We have the Travpass Deluxe."

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and the music stopped. Everyone's attention was diverted as a giant screen slowly lowered down from the ceiling. Some unseen announcer's voice began booming through the room.

 

 

The words BLOODSHOT TRAVIS: THE MOVIE appeared, and the crowd let out a collective cheer that could've shattered eardrums.

"Directed by Uwe Boll and starring Christian Bale as Bloodshot Travis" were the only words Travis could take before bursting into tears. Overwhelmed, he pushed between people until he reached the exit, collapsing to his knees in the car park outside, where Evil Travis was waiting for him.

 

 

"They love you because you're you, Travis. Never stop being you. Never forget where you came from."

"Is that what you wanted to show me? That I should love myself?"

 

 

Evil Travis dropped her mask, revealing her true self.