[color=0054a6][b][h1][center]Ash Williams[/center] [/h1][/b][/color]

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Location: Control Center, Paradox Engine


Mentions: [@CHammer]- Rarity, [@Atlantic]- Knight Rider, [@Martian]- Tai and Agumon.


The last thing Ash remembered was celebrating killing some Kandarian demons with some Norwegian twins, and a bottle of chocolate syrup. Now he was in a tightly compacted and dark place that he could not recognize, "[color=0054a6]Helga? Britta?[/color]" He called out at first to the response of silence. "[color=0054a6]This ain't funny..you know I hate it when you blindfold me, It freaks me out[/color]" He responded standing up and looking around. It looked like some sort of space station, "[color=0054a6]Where the hell am i?[/color]" Checking that he was wearing all of his clothing and not in his underwear again, a quick inspection confirmed that he was not in his undies."[color=0054a6]Guess I took too much of Helga's awesome kool-aid[/color]" He said mimicking badly a  Norwegian accent. The most important thing was that he had his weapons. He didn’t know what he would do without his weapons.  From what he could observe of his surroundings, it looked like he was in some sort of spaceship. The first thing that came into his head was being teleported by the Necronomicon, but this seemed unlikely as he has it on his person. “[color=0054a6]Wait a sec.[/color]” Frantically checking his clothes, he could not find the book of the dead on him. “[color=0054a6]Shit![/color]” Yelling loudly that his voice echoed throughout the hallway. Now he had to find the book before someone else does. There was no telling what kind of trouble could be happening with someone reading from the book. Heading further down the hallway, having his shotgun in one hand and his pistol in the other. 

As he made his way further down the hallway, his eyes were scanning his surroundings in case of a surprise attack from any deadites. Hearing voices speaking in the distance, he assumed it was deadites trying to convince Ash to join them. Walking into a large room, he assumed was a control room of some kind. Noticing a lot of strange-looking people talking to each other, the most noticeable part of this situation was the pony and the dinosaur. Now he assumed he was drugged by those twins, and all of this was some sort of bad acid trip. Slowly puts away his pistol, while keeping his shotgun at the ready. “[color=0054a6]Guess this isn’t some bad trip, Anyone wanna tell me where the hell I am?[/color]” His eyes noticed the 1982 Pontiac Trans Am that could talk, he was reminded of some good memories in that car. But he was in awe seeing such a beautiful car, ignoring the fact that it could talk. Slowly walking over towards KITT, running his metallic hand over the hood. Moving his hand away from the hood of the car, turning his body towards the group. “[color=0054a6]A better question would be why I was brought here.[/color]” The people in the group didn’t look like deadites, so he assumed they were friendly enough. But they could be easily possessed, which means he would need to cut them into pieces. Best not get to know them that well.