Hey guys.
I got a summer job, but they fucked up my paycheck! I should drop an atmoic fucking bomb on all of the Chicago area, I'm fucking PISSED!!!!!
Enjoy the show.
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Radio static.
It was sudden, but Rosie relaxed at hearing it, not surprised at all about who had come to visit her at this time. She put down the cup of tea that she was sipping on, to turn around, looking at Alastor. He seemed furious, his red suit having massive gashes and tears in it even with his unarmed skin without a bruise or cut to be seen. His smile that he always wore was almost entirely gone as he said nothing and walked over to her booth, sitting down while gripping his staff tightly.
"Y'kno, I really don't know what you're so mad at." Rosie said, taking a long sip out of her cup and staring at Alastor directly in his eyes. "You got out of our contract, you only died once and the Knight isn't exactly gunning to keep on taking you down. This is the best case scenario for you, Al." She finished her tea, folding her hands on the table. "So tell me what'cha wanna visit little old Rosie for then?"
"I want to kill him." He said plainly, utter hate in his eyes. "I wouldn't be satisfied with that, no, I want to cut him open slowly and eat every part of him only to do it again and again and again. I could live for a thousands years and I still couldn't EVER forget the disrespect that fucking Knight gave to me." He spat out.
"Buuuuuut, you can't."
"...What?"
Rosie leaned back in her seat. "I already know what you're gonna ask me–" She used her hands to make horns on her head and made a cartoonish smile. "Oh Rosie, can you make a contract between us to kill the Knight to satisfy my ego? I proooomissseee, I won't try to weasel my way out of it." She stops, going back to normal. "But, I just won't do it, Al."
His anger only increased at her mocking of him. "And why, why won't you? I've been nothing but respectful to you during my tenure under you–"
"But you aren't under me anymore, Al." She said plainly. "We made a deal that you became the strongest sinner if you served me, you aren't the strongest sinner by a mile from what I saw so I don't have a reason to help you anymore." She simply shrugged, flagging down the waiter for another cup of tea.
"Yes, I understand that, but–"
"Do you know what a monster is, Al?" She interrupted him again, only making him angrier. "The reason why I accepted that deal all those years ago was because you were a monster, someone who cared only for himself, someone with an overwhelming sense of self. I knew this before, hell, I am one, but just 4 years ago when I was face to face with a bigger monster than me I saw something..." She tilted her head, cracking her neck and grabbing the tea the waiter gave to her.
"I was escaping on E-day when Adam had found me. I tried to fight him off, but he easily pinned me down and I tried to stall for time by asking him why he was doing this. You wanna know what he said? He told me it's because he just likes doing it."
"If he's hungry, he gets a bite to eat."
"If he's sleepy, he takes a nap."
"If he likes something, he'll throw it a bone and watch it grow."
"And if he doesn't like something, he kills it. Hell, he almost managed to kill me, but the stalling made him just a second too late before E-day ended." She took one more sip of her tea. "Adam was a real monster, Al, and if I had to guess…
I'd say that the Knight is a monster as well."
***The hotel***
"Hehehehhe, 6 7, hehehehehehe." James chuckled, playing with his hands full of Niffty's breasts as he cuddled her in his lap. It had been 3 days since his and Lucifer's little smoking escapades, however, for some reason James had still not come down from the high that was given to him by the weed.
Not only had his sex drive basically disappeared, but he was also much more scatter-brained than usual. Not only was he acting like a fool all the time, using Monokuma's to carry him instead of walking and making whole crystal people to grab things for him, but he had also just started to do insane stuff.
Today he had made a 3 foot tall and 2 foot long sandwich that he casually ate, yesterday night Charlie had caught him cosplaying as Eminem rap battling Hitler, and the day before that he spent 24 hours straight on making a weapon for himself.
Ever since he had gotten his curse removed, James had wanted a weapon for himself, but was simply too lazy to make it until now. First he used crystal ceaser to create the base and then he used his Roaring Knight armor and ripped a piece off himself, one from the helmet that showed off a single eye.
After adding that, he used his fire breath at max power and concentrated enough so he could weld the two together and after that, he slotted in armament haki and for the rest of the day with no breaks, he channeled his haki into the blade.
It was crude, sloppy work at best. He wasn't a skilled blade-smith at all even if he knew how to use one so it came out deformed, looking more like a baseball bat than a sword. You actually wouldn't be entirely correct if you would call it a sword, it was too short, too un-elegant. Instead of a sword, James had created something like a…
[1x Diamond Trait ticket: Make an Elite tier weapon by yourself without any skills in enchanting or making weapons]
A Black Knife.
[Brand of Khorne]
|Epic Trait|
Warhammer 40k - You wear the brand of Khorne, the Blood God. Greatly increasing your propensity for combat, your instincts are greatly heightened in the midst of combat, you have greater intuition into using any weapon or skill in combat, making you a natural killing machine. You can track blood and are able to sense killing intent like it is second nature. Note: Brands do not connect you to the Chaos Gods or Warp.
However, even after all of that, James still wasn't sober yet. Charlie had tried to get in contact with her dad after the fact, but he's been super distant like usual, but this time he was actually leaving her little notes or having short 1-minute phone calls. She guesses it was better than total cold turkey most of the time, but then she thought about how her dad got fucked by James and any god feelings she had for him instantly wilted away like a flower in December.
Speaking of her dad, it seemed that after he had his "fun" with James, he was actually…Supportive? Charlie honestly didn't know how to feel right now, she wasn't sure if she wanted to beat the shit out of James for fucking her dad into supporting her dreams or hug and kiss him for making her dad support her dreams. Eventually, she settled on making James sober so he can take responsibility.
She had asked her dad when it would wear off, but he had just told her that it would go away with time.
"Hehehehehe, 6 7."
…She hopes enough time has passed already.
Thankfully, however, her dad had come to visit on the third day and with a gift for her.
"You got me a ticket into HEAVEN!?" She squealed, jumping into her father's arms. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! I forgive you for having sex with James now!"
"It's nothing Char-Char, it's just… Wait a minute, what? I never had sex with him."
"You didn't?"
"I wouldn't lie to you, Char-Char, all we did was get high." He said, though he did not admit that when he looked back on it, he wouldn't be against being in James' arms and from what he could see, he was pretty damn hung. "Listen Charlie, you can go up there and plead your case to the angels to get them to sponsor you along with a plus 1."
And it just so happens that a certain someone was right next to her.
"Hehehehehe 67 he…hehe…Wait, what am I doing?"
"James, we're going to Heaven!"
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THE END
I think I wanna train.
What I mean by this is the fact that I strive to try and get my chapters to 2k words minimum, chapters like these being the exception if I just really don't feel like it, but I wanna try to reach a minimum of 3k or even 4k words every chapter. I actually did something similar to this in my fic on QQ, Back with the milk, got it in a flash! In the period after the old version of this story but before this one to get that 2k word minimum I was talking about. This isn't exactly quitting or a break, but chapter's are prolly gonna be only once per week until I get up to my standards.
So, I got 5 options for y'all in what I write for my "training arc" Webnovel readers can comment on the ones they want, and QQ readers can vote on the poll above.
A jumpchain fic, specifically a generic persona jumpchain fic that'll be in a world of my choosing.
A fanfic based on one of those Interactive CYOA's (Seriously look it up, those are great fun)
A fic primarily focused on smut (Probably something like a Chainsaw Man or My Hero Academia fic)
Something serious that isn't focused on comedy like this (Something in a serious setting like Danganronpa or Berserk)
Or, you can put your trust in me and I'll make whatever I want.
Again, this isn't a dropping or a break, just a slowing down of things while I try to improve.
Ok bbbyyyyeeeeee!