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He remembers the glimpses of white, flashing in his own eyes. The next second, the entire department was demolished and covered in rubble. Hints of a shiny square object with one drip of blood and surrounded by disgusting men with horrific needs. The White Flash towards him was possibly one of the worst events that occurred in Olathe.
Waiting in a long queue filled with grimy men, the entire gang couldn’t wait for their grand prize in that old room. Before the gang had managed to have their turn, both bosses had shared their precious prize together. One taking front as the other took the behind. Massaging the sweaty bod and licking his tender flesh, both thought this was one dream come true. To the fragile man, it was one endless nightmare. The exact same old bullshit.
Outside of the room, the gang was growing quite impatient. Bragging like brats, pushing in the line and punching each other’s shoulders violently. This situation was compared to waiting in one line inside of the shopping centre, except worse. An argument had finally broke out between two other gang members in line. All eyes that payed attention to the douchebags in line.
“Yer’ kidding me, lad?” One of the men slurred, “The bosses are goin’ to let us have a turn, so cool down you wuss.”
Without any hesitation, the other man had spat out the following lines: “Wuss!? Oh, I don’t think the boss is gonna give you a turn after he finds that you’ humped his favourite boulder!” The entire gang had burst into laughter and gasped in shock, except the one that was insulted. Seconds later, a fist was thrown to his face. Eventually, escalated into a brawl.
This didn’t disturb the bosses in anyway, but that was because of the muffling and moaning that’s caused by their prize himself. The newest position had caused an erotic screech, even his beautiful face was seen by the bosses. The eldest boss viewed the clock beside them, he nearly forgotten about the gang members waiting their turn. So, the man allowed his partner to finish the job as he went outside with his pants on. As for the other boss, he decided to toy with the boy’s emotions.
“Alrighty, our amigo Master Bates is just finishing- “He froze, realising the brawl was happening. The man decided to growl with his husky voice: “GET IN LINE DIPSHITS!” None of them still didn’t take recognition, except for one person.
‘Come on, you lousy cunts. I just want my dick soaked!” The boss nodded and agreed to this lousy statement. Now glancing to the person, he noticed something a bit off. His gang members were camouflage in mud, wore sloppy pants and covered their bods in damn rocks. For this particular person, he wasn’t covered in mud, had pants or even had the damn rocks. This idiot only wore a huge-ass coat, golden necklace on his neck and one helmet that only had a smug expression. None of them seemed to notice as he was at the back of the line.
“Excuse me!” The mysterious one walked towards the boss in a flamboyant style, “But- “
Aiming the rocks to the man, he sighs and pulls out the gun behind his coat. His last sentence to them all: “Alright, let’s just get to the part where everyone dies.”
“Damn, that’s how it feels to touch a chick’s hair.” Forcefully pulling the boy’s hair during their intercourse, the boy had screamed: “H-Hey! Keep fucking me already.”
“Feisty man, aren’t cha.” He changed the position for the boy, so he could see his erotic face properly. Stroking his black fluffy hair to the man’s tender face, Master Bates had smirked until-
Drenched in blood, the whore on the floor had to witness the death of a leader. Collapsing to the ground and his head rolling on the floor, god knows what happens next…
“S-Shit! Fuck- “The man began cussing out of fear, as for the mysterious person began to emerge to the indecent fella. The mysterious one had cooed the whore down, hoping not to cause panic despite the brutal battle outside of the room.
“Jesus- Cool the fuck down, it’s just simple things. Count to 10 to cool out. One, two- “
Crackling noises of fire and stone was enough to wake any nearby gangs. However, this type of ‘gang’ seems to be lucky enough to not get assaulted by nearby gangs. The sharp blade had grind inside the man’s skin, the mysterious one was surprised how the lad didn’t automatically flinched when the knife was grind inside his flesh. Craving his name behind the man’s back. Once finished, the mysterious one had laid down on the ground and comfortably placed his head on the hard stone rock.
‘Once again’ The man had muttered to himself. ‘Asil successfully gets his bait to catch all of his fishes!’ He tapped his fingers on the tip of the knife, seeing the blood to drip down the edge. His sadistic smirk had reached the ends of his face behind the helmet. ‘Hopefully, this whore will fool all these bitches that come facing me.’
The screeching noise of agony had followed behind, crying out loud: “OH GOD- THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME. JESUS- IT FUCKING HURTS.”
‘Shush, Craig Whore.’ He began cooing softly to Craig, who’d became slightly disturbed by the fact that one nobody knew his name, although Craig was one grand prize and most gangs would try to seize him, so he speculated that this person might’ve been a lousy gang leader.
“The fuck are you?”
“Check your back, I don’t really have time explaining.” He wasn’t stupid enough to run in circles like a mangy dog, just for finding this leader’s name so he kept nagging for the answer. Craig was finally given a response by his newest captor. Egoistically explaining himself as one infamous outlaw throughout Olathe.
“I robbed many gangs and survived without a flinch. Whenever they’re dumbasses or not, the amazing Asil has always surpass them. But that’s because most of these goons were a ton of idiots, yet again I still robbed them regardless- “
The hell. I only just wanted a name. Craig pondered to himself as the man kept expressing himself. Who am I kidding, he’s probably the ‘Amazing Asil’… Maybe I could call this freak Ash or something like that so I won’t have to humiliate myself any further.
‘Wow’ He pretended to be surprised and amazed, even thou the sarcastic comment was obvious. ‘That’s amazing Ash.’ Asil still rolled with this statement, even under his helmet, the man was giggly from the sweet joy out of this conversation. Despite this, he continued to brag about himself until Craig decided to interrupt once more, this time about the man’s intentions and plans to do with the grand prize.
“Mate, don’t worry, I have no intentions to use you for filthy deeds- “Asil began to explain as he pulls the knife from the ragged sleeves from the coat, tapping the melee weapon on the solid ground. “-Heck, I ain’t here for some loving to be honest. Y’know, I’m planning on doing a settlement with another gang that would love to ravish you.”
He tossed the knife into the air, until it landed onto his hands, cutting his palms. “So, you’re going to trade me like every other freak has- “Craig muttered to Asil, trying to get away from him as possible. This only made Asil come closer at every second. Pointing the bloodied knife towards Craig that he had a cut himself a second ago.
“Hmm- “He pondered, stepping closer to the man. “We could make rearrangements, for a teensy weensy little condition: Just give in and come with me.” He began to explain to the whimpering whore, “I desire to an army like Mister Rando once had someday. But it’s going to be stronger, faster, better, perfect than the last. You could one ticket away for men to come and obey my rules.” The knife was close to Craig’s chin, looking like he’d slash the man apart in seconds. “What do you say? Yes or no?”
A original character/persona that would hop through multiple fandoms due to them being fandomless. They're allowed to do anything in the fandoms and can express their interests like any normal being. Unlike other original characters, Fandom Jumpers can consistently break the 4th wall and provide knowledge about the fandom characters to the canon. Despite this, they can be considered quite destructive due to this lunatic personalities. - Sincerely Cl0k1/Crea
FANDOM JUMPS TO:
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