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He couldn't move, his body completely immobile. His eyes were shut, but he was awake. He was awake but his body refused to respond. The only thing he could see was darkness.

But all his other senses worked just fine. He could hear his mother's voice as she spoke to him and he could feel her gently holding his hand.

He could think clearly too. It was frustrating, being able to do everything except see or move. He wanted to comfort his mother. He wanted to ask about Gray. Why hadn't Gray visited?

He didn't know how much time had passed. How many weeks or months had it been since he had fallen into a coma? Or maybe it's been years? It was hard to keep track of time when he was in a constant state of darkness.

"I...I can't afford his medical bills anymore..."

'Mom?'

"It's a very painful decision but..."

'No...please no!'

"I have to pull the plug,"

Stephen didn't want her to take him off life support. He wanted to hold onto the hope that he'd eventually recover, that he'd eventually be able to move and open his eyes again. 

But he couldn't be angry with his mother's decision. She had barely been able to afford his tuition to Byuksan Middle School. Hospital bills were very expensive and her own needs of rent, food, electric, and water were just as important.

Stephen's only regret was not being able to see Gray again.

The one shots will all be unconnected unless otherwise stated, just like how Weaktober was.

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Gray didn't go to the Olympiad. He had an ominous feeling that something bad would happen to Stephen, so he refused to leave class and refused to get on the bus. 

When he saw Stephen heading up to the roof, Gray followed him despite Stephen begging him not to. Gray was tired of just sitting back while Stephen suffered.

A fight broke out between the two victims and the three bullies. Since Gray was involved and going to get hurt, Stephen fought back this time. Gray easily dodged the predictable attacks.

Unfortunately, even though they were outnumbered by one, Bryce and the unnamed goon that followed Oswald both fought against Gray while Oswald himself fought Stephen. Bryce didn't expect Gray to put up this much of a fight. He didn't want to lose, not to a weakling like him. He wanted to win, and he would use any means necessary.

No one expected Bryce to shove Gray off the edge of the roof.

Stephen snapped and he beat all three bullies to bloody pulps. He ignored their begs for mercy as he continued punching and kicking them.

Gray didn't survive the fall. He was much weaker, much more fragile than Stephen. 

Oswald and his gang managed to spin the tale and place the blame on Stephen. They lied to everyone and said that they had seen Stephen dragging Gray to the roof and tried to stop Stephen from beating Gray up, only for Stephen to throw Gray over the edge.

Only Class 3-4 and Ms. Lee knew the truth. But no matter how hard Ms. Lee tried to tell the police that Stephen and Gray were best friends and would never harm him. Unfortunately, the lies from Oswald Yang and his gang, as well as the lies of Class 3-4 and the school admin, disproved her claims.

Stephen had lost his dearest friend and had been arrested for a crime he didn't commit.

The other idea I had was Stephen and Gray beating Oswald and his gang. Humiliated, Oswald went to his father for help and Oscar Yang hired a hitman to kill Gray and Stephen.

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By being friends with strong fighters of Eunjang High School such as Ben Park and the White Mamba, most people didn't mess with Eugene. If they did, they'd incur the wrath of Eunjang's strongest fighters. 

However, some people still targeted Eugene. Sometimes it was just to hurt Ben Park or the White Mamba through their friend. It was usually minor things like purposefully bumping into him or knocking whatever he was holding to the floor.

One night, on the way home from cram school after separating from Gray, Eugene got jumped. He didn't fight back, knowing that the bullies would eventually get bored and leave him alone after a bunch of hits. It's not like this was anything new. Eugene was bullied prior to befriending Gray.

He felt an intense pain in his chest, followed by a crack. He began to struggle to breath. He tried to beg for his attackers to stop, to plead with them that something was wrong, but he couldn't properly catch his breath long enough in between hits.

Eugene began coughing up blood and it became even more difficult to breathe. Each breath was met with intense pain. His attackers finally left when Eugene lost conscious.

The next morning, Eugene Gale was found dead. A broken rib had pierced his lung.

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Forrest Lee was heading to meet up with Grape and Robin at a bar. He was scrolling through the Shuttle Patch on his phone. Apparently there some people randomly injecting teenagers with drugs in hopes of getting them addicted. It wasn't just a rumor on the Shuttle Patch since there was confirmed evidence and official news articles. 

He suddenly heard the familiar yell of one of his friends nearby. Tucking his phone into his pocket, Forrest rushed over to an alley where Grape was fighting off a bunch of men, one of whom had a needle and was attempting to inject Grape with a drug.

Forrest jumped straight into the fray to assist his friend. Together, they fought off the men. Unfortunately, one of them managed to stab the needle and inject Forrest with the drugs before they fled.

Most people would end up getting high from who knows what drug it was, and then their bodies would crave the feeling again after it wore off. But there were some people whose bodies couldn't handle certain drugs and would have bad reactions.

Forrest was one of those people. He collapsed and immediately started throwing up blood. Grape panicked and didn't know how to help his friend. With the amount of blood growing, Grape resorted to calling an ambulance.

Forrest had been drinking not long before the fight. Alcohol and drugs, especially one he was having a bad reaction to, were a bad mix that led to his death.

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Seongjin Cheon was pissed. He and his gang had been defeated by the infamous Mokha Duo, destroying their reputation and any hopes of joining the Yeongdeungpo Union as an executive and school head.

He wanted revenge for the humiliation the Mokha Duo had caused him. Since they only fought together, he decided that he'd have to strike when they were separated.

His first target was Seongmok Do, the powerhouse of the duo. He was a stronger build and had more durability than his partner. If they took him out, then Dongha would be easy to go after next.

So Seongjin gathered his men and they hunted Seongmok down. They surrounded him and attacked all at once. Seongmok fought back and he lasted longer than they had expected, but Seongjin smashed a large rock to the back of Seongmok's head.

"Not so tough now without your partner, huh?" Seongjin mocked as he and his men walked away, leaving him to bleed out.

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Eunchan had dragged Grape camping with him against the latter's will. Grape just wanted to stay home and play video games or watch MeTube videos, but Forrest and Robin thought that he needed to get out more.

Eunchan had serious bad luck that day.

First, he ended up getting them lost and they had no reception to call for help.

Then he got bit by a venomous snake. He didn't die but he was in a lot of pain. Grape just stood there and watched.

After Eunchan had recovered enough to stand, he fell down and hurt his ankle after a few steps.

"Hey," Grape joked darkly. "If you hurt your leg bad enough you can join Jake's brother in therapy,"

"That's not funny!" Eunchan cried as he got back up, shifting most of his weight to his uninjured ankle.

Eunchan and Grape continued walking. Eunchan slipped and fell down a muddy slope and into the river. He struggled to stay afloat. "Grape! Help!"

"I'm not a strong swimmer," Grape claimed as he sat down. "I'd probably only make things worse," He waved as Eunchan was forced downstream.

After a long time, Eunchan finally was washed along the riverbank. It was a miracle that he hadn't drowned. He took several breaths of fresh air.

Eunchan heard a loud growl and turned around to come face to face with a large polar bear. Now the logical thing would've been to run away in fear or try to scare it away, but this was Eunchan we're talking about.

He wanted to take a selfie with it. He wanted to caption the photo that he met Bepo from Two Piece in real life, but then he remembered he had no cell service.

The polar bear mauled him to death.

As for Grape? He escaped because the woodland creatures showed him the way back to civilization.

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"I'm putting a hit on Tommy Park,"

"Alright, mission accepted," The hitman chuckled. "Let's search up more of this Tommy Park guy,"

He entered Tommy Park into his computer, but no results for such a person appeared. Instead, the profile of Timothy "Timmy" Park popped up.

'Maybe the client mistyped and meant Timmy instead of Tommy,'

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While on his way to find Timmy, the hitman came across someone who bore a strong resemblance to his target. Yeah, this guy had a different color palette and was taller and buffer than Timmy, but the resemblance was uncanny.

'Could that guy be Tommy?' The hitman thought. 'What if they thought since this guy's obviously a relative of Timmy, his name must be similar but they didn't know his real name? I guess it's time for me to kill Tommy Park,'

That day, Doyoon Kim was found dead in his apartment with a bullet in his head.

Timmy surviving Deadcember was based on the Discord chat. 

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The Phantom Troupe, or what remained of them, had somehow been transported into the Weak Hero World. 

Gijoo Seol happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, he may not look exactly like Hisoka Morrow, but he gave off those vibes. Also, Hisoka had parts of his face blown off during his fight with Chrollo and even though Machi said that he used Texture Surprise and Bungee Gum to repair his body, who knows how long those would last? And he probably changed his appearance to blend in and catch them off guard or something.

So...yeah. Gijoo was mistaken for Hisoka and the Phantom Troupe murdered him. It wasn't like the Phantom Troupe were a bunch of goody two-shoes. They literally massacred the entire Kurta Clan just to steal their eyes. So when they eventually find out that Gijoo wasn't Hisoka, they wouldn't be bothered by it at all.

Jaeryeong and the rest of the Action Squad mourned for Gijoo. He had been like an older brother to them. He had been the executive that had treated them the nicest.

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TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains animal deaths

There had been a string of serial cat murders lately. At first, it was only strays so the news didn't really give it much coverage, brushing it off as deaths from a wild animal. But soon, the victims consisted of pet cats. The citizens demanded justice.

Teddy Jin was outraged. He feared for his own cat's life and was sympathized with the victims and their families. He was reluctant to go to school or work, fearing that Co would be the next victim. 

But he needed the money. His parents paid for all his necessities like rent, food, and clothes, but they said he was responsible for taking care of Co after he had adopted him. He needed the money from his job to pay for Co's food.

When Teddy arrived home one night, his heart dropped when he heard the panic cry of his cat. He rushed inside and froze at the sight.

Sprite, the cat that lived at Eunjang, had pinned Co down. Co, despite being a bit older and much larger, was covered in wounds. Sprite was grinning and blood dripped from his mouth and claws.

"Teddy," Sprite meowed. "How nice to see you again,"

Of course, Teddy didn't understand cat speech. "Get off of him!" He rushed over to shove Sprite off.

But Sprite was faster and slit Co's throat before jumping away to create distance. "I thought you were different from everyone else. You gave me food and water and your saved me from the jerks that tied me up and threw rocks at me. I thought I finally had a forever home,"

Teddy still didn't understand Sprite and only heard his monologue as cat sounds. He was desperately trying to stop the bleeding. "It's gonna be okay, Co! E-Everything gonna be alright!"

Sprite was furious! He lunged at Teddy and dug his claws into Teddy's arms. "Why didn't you give me a home too!? Why did you leave me at Eunjang!? I would've fit in with your family too! Co and I could've been brothers!"

Teddy managed to kick Sprite away. He picked Co up and darted out of the house and in the direction of Singil Vet Clinic. Unfortunately, Sprite recovered quickly and leapt at Teddy, digging his claws into his back and sending him crashing to the ground. 

"Why did you only give Co a home!?" Sprite howled as he resumed attacking Teddy's face. "Didn't you care about me too!? Why!? WHY!? WHY?'

Sprite didn't know how long he had spent attacking Teddy, but eventually the latter stopped moving completely. Sprite's fur was soaked with blood and only then did Sprite realize what he had done.

"Teddy?" He nudged Teddy's arm. "Teddy, wake up. I'm sorry. We can start over. Me and you and Co...we'll be a happy family!"

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Joowon Lee had lost to Jake Ji. After that, he wanted to preserve his pride by going after the one who had beaten Jake, Ben Park. But then he ended up losing to Big Ben too.

Going by Joowon's logic, he should go after the guy who beat Ben, right? That person would be Donald Na.

Now Joowon is pretty sure that Changhui lost to Donald since there was no reason for Cheongang to make a deal with the Union. This should deter Joowon from challenging him, right?

Nope. Joowon was stronger than Changhui, so he believed that he had the strength to defeat Donald. 

So Joowon demanded a fight after Donald had finished up his work at Yeouinaru for the night. Donald never turned down a single challenge so he accepted.

Donald absolutely destroyed Joowon. None of Joowon's hits landed and all of Donald's successfully injured Joowon. Donald ended the fight with one last stomp to Joowon's leg, breaking it like Kenny's hopes and dreams. Although Joowon remained conscious and screamed in pain, Donald decided it was time to head home with Kingsley and just left him lying there.

Joowon didn't know how long he lied there, but he finally stopped screaming. He heard approaching footsteps and saw Kenny Ji. Kenny was able to walk without crutches after months of therapy, but he still wouldn't be able to run.

"Joowon, do you need help?" Kenny offered a hand.

Joowon slapped Kenny's hand away. "I don't need your fucking pity!" To prove his point, he stood up and held his screams in. He slowly limped away.

"Okay then," Kenny shrugged before leaving.

Joowon headed to Mapo bridge, but ended up losing balance and fell down the stairs. His further attempts to walk again ended up with him tripping and falling into the river. The wounds from his fight with Donald rendered him unable to swim properly and he drowned. His body was later found on the Mapo riverbank.

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'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?'

Dean ran as if his life depended on it. Actually, his life did depend on it. He took a turn before sharply ducking into an alley to catch his breath.

'I'm sure that was a Hollow chasing me! It had a white Hollow mask, a hole in its chest, and its cries sounded exactly the same as in the anime!'

Dean was trembling. He was terrified. 

'Those things are only supposed to exist in Bleach! They're supposed to only be in Karakura Town in Japan! Why is this Hollow in Seoul!?'

He flinched when the Hollow roared.

'Wait...that roar sounded much closer than before!'

He felt a liquid drip onto his shoulder and even before he looked up, the Hollow attacked and ate him.

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Rowan had been transformed into a fox. He had no idea how the fuck it had happened nor did he know how to reverse it. 

At first he paced around his room. He couldn't go outside looking like this! But when he heard his dad knock on his door and tell him that breakfast was ready, Rowan scrambled to find a way to avoid his father. He managed to open his window and leapt out.

He landed softly on all four paws and took off down the streets. He realized that carelessly wandering in broad daylight in the city would get animal control called on him, so he decided to make his way to the nearby forest. 

Unfortunately, he had forgotten that it was hunting season.

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After his fight with Dongha Baek, Alex became obsessed with getting stronger. He no longer hung out with his friends after school and immediately went to the gym. He'd constantly chug down energy drinks to keep himself going.

The gym owner always told him not to overwork himself, but Alex brushed off his concerns. He couldn't afford to take a break. The Union could strike again at any moment. And it wasn't just the Union that was a problem now. He had heard that Ben had fought Joowon Lee from Cheongang, a gang across the river.

Alex wasn't sure what Cheongang's problem was and why they picked a fight with Ben. But since the Union made a deal with them, then that means their strength was no joke. Ben had defeated their second-in-command, but would Ben be able to go up against their leader if he made a move?

"Kid, that's enough," The gym owner finally decided to stop Alex. "Go home and rest,"

"I can keep going—"

"You're overworking yourself. That'll do more damage to your body than good,"

"I can lessen my exercises—"

"Just to be sure that you do rest, I'm banning you for a week,"

Alex protested, but the gym owner's decision was final. Alex still refused to take a break and instead bought his own punching bag to hang up in his apartment. 

Alex wouldn't even sleep and forced himself to stay awake with more energy drinks. The only things he ate were protein bars and protein cookies. He even began to skip school to train even more.

A few days later, he received a knocking at his door. Finally, he stopped working out to answer it. "Hey guys,"

"Alex, you haven't been answering our calls or texts and you haven't been showing up to school," Ben called him by his full first name, meaning he was extremely concerned.

"I've just been..." 'Huh? Why's...Why's the room spinning?' "Working...out..." He collapsed to the floor.

"ALEX!"

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"Hey Naksung! Don't forget Jake is in charge here! He gets to call the shots!" Dean shouted while kneeling down Daehyeon's unconscious leader. "So don't do anything stupid!"

"Whatever, he's knocked out anyway," Naksung scoffed. "Besides, you guys are part of the Union too, so Donald's orders come first,"

"What? What the hell are you talking about?"

"While you guys were dilly-dallying, we were doing all the dirty work," Naksung revealed. "Did you really think Daehyeon was doing well on its own?" He touched his nose and winced. "Shit, my nose..." He angrily turned to the person responsible: Alex. "That brainless son of a bitch...You bastard! Drop dead!" He swung the broken wooden beam across Alex's face.

The broken piece caused several cuts and splinters across Alex's face and knocked him out.

Unfortunately for Naksung, Alex's knockout resulted in Big Ben going berserk. Ben started beating Naksung senselessly. Both sides became worried that Ben was going to actually kill Naksung.

Jake still remained unconscious, so unlike in canon, he wasn't able to step in to stop Ben. Everyone all tried to step in, but Big Ben's strength overwhelmed everyone. He attacked both Daehyeon and his friends. Once he had beaten everyone, he continued to beat Naksung to death.

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After leaving the hospital and seemingly convinced to not go after Manwol just yet, Jake had said he wanted some time alone to properly gather his thoughts before coming up with a plan. He told Dean to stay with Kenny, not wanting his older brother to be alone in the hospital.

When Kenny finally regained conscious, he called for his little brother. Dean called Jake on his phone, but Jake didn't answer. He tried calling again and again. After the fifth time, both he and Kenny knew something was wrong.

"Where's Manwol's hideout?" Dean asked Kenny.

Kenny gave him the location.

'Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!' Dean cursed as he sprinted down the streets. 'I shouldn't have left Jake alone! FUCK! THAT IDIOT!'

Dean didn't even reach the address when he caught sight of Jake staggering in his direction. "JAKE!" He rushed over to him and caught him just as Jake's legs gave out.

Blood. There was blood all over Jake's clothes. Dean was sure that a lot of it belonged to Manwol, but he was feeling fresh blood through Jake's shirt. It felt as if the wound was still bleeding too.

"What happened!?"

"Kn...Knife..." Jake managed to say. "But...I got rid of everyone...I..." He rested his head on Dean's shoulder. "I won...I avenged Kenny..."

"Why would you go after them by yourself!?" Dean tore off his jacket and tied it around Jake's wound. 'Shit, the bleeding's so heavy!' "Come on, let's go back to the hospital!"

"...'kay..."

Dean carried Jake on his back and began running back to the hospital. "Both Kenny and I are going to give you a long lecture about going off on your own like that!" 'I need to keep him awake and conscious. He can't fall asleep yet,'

"'m...sorry..."

Once they arrived back at Malkeun Hospital, the doctors and nurses immediately sprung into action upon seeing Jake's bloodied state. Jake needed a blood transfusion but...they had just used the last of the Type O blood the hospital had in stock for Kenny's surgery.

Dean's angry that he isn't able to donate blood since he's not Type O. He wants to hide the lack of blood in stock from Kenny and say that it was already too late by the time Jake got to the hospital because he knows Kenny will feel immense guilt.

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Wolf was fighting against a large purple wolf. 

Now you might be wondering: how the fuck did Wolf end up in this predicament? 

No one really knew how, not even Donald. A wolf had stormed into the meeting room and suddenly started attacking Wolf. Obviously Wolf wanted to prove that he was stronger than a mere animal.

So the Union executives were enjoying the show. Jake somehow had a large bucket of popcorn and was filming the entire thing to post on the Shuttle Patch.

It seemed like an even match, as if the wolf was the animal version of Wolf Keum. But then the wolf managed to cut a deep gash across Wolf's neck, successfully clawing the jugular vein.

"Wolf, you should head to the hospital," Donald advised.

"I'm fine!" Wolf snapped as he ignored the heavy blood flow from his neck and continued fighting.

"It's not that I care about you," Donald said. "I just don't want you dying in here since then the cops would be coming here,"

"I won't lose to this mutt!" Wolf charged at the wolf once more.

Wolf managed to put up a fight for quite some time, but he unfortunately bled out in the end. The wolf let out a howl of triumph.

Donald placed Wolf's glasses on the purple wolf. "You are now New Wolf. Welcome to the Union,"

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One of the people Hayden bullied finally snapped. No, the guy wasn't planning to hit Hayden with a brick to the back of his head. Instead, he decided to go the slightly less conspicuous route.

The guy secretly mixed a whole bunch of chemicals and powders with the brand of lipstick Hayden always bought. Sometimes Hayden would order people to go buy his brand of lipstick so he wouldn't have to go all the way to the store.

It just so happened that Hayden had ran out of lipstick. The very next day, the guy presented the "newly bought" lipstick to Hayden who immediately applied it.

At first, Hayden didn't notice a difference. Class started as normal and a couple minute in, Hayden began to notice that his lips were feeling itchy. 

Then, they started burning. Hayden harshly rubbed his lipstick off with the sleeve of his jacket.

He felt intense pain coming from his lips.

"H-Hayden?" The no name student next to him said.

"What!?" Hayden snapped, already in a bad mood but trying to keep his composure.

"Your lips are really red and swollen! I think you should go to the nurse's office!"

"I agree with No Name," The teacher said. 

Hayden grabbed his bag and left. At least he was excused from the rest of class. But the pain from his lips were only increasing. As he staggered to the school gates, he started to struggle to breathe.

'What's going on!?' Hayden fell to his knees and clawed at his throat and chest. 'I can't fucking breathe! FUCK!'

Tears started to fall as he got even more desperate. 'Am I gonna die!?'

Yes, he did die. His body was found only a few minutes later when students who had seen him collapse from their classroom windows reported it to the teacher.

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The Joker pulled the burlap sack off his victim, before frowning. "Wait a second, you're not Boy Wonder!"

"What's going on!?" Robin Ha exclaimed.

"My minions brought me the wrong person, that's what's going on!" Joker turned to his clown gang. "I told you guys that since Batsy and Boy Wonder are in Korea investigating a criminal organization, catch them off guard and kidnap Boy Wonder!"

"B-But we did kidnap Robin!" One of the clowns stuttered. "That kid is Robin!"

"He is obviously not Boy Wonder," Joker turned to Robin. "You! What's your name?"

"Robin Ha,"

"What the hell?" Joker was even more annoyed and then turned back to his minions. "His name is Robin, but he's not Batman's sidekick! I told you to kidnap the sidekick Robin! Obviously that's not him! He doesn't even have the same physique!"

And so, Joker sent his minions back out to kidnap the correct Robin. As for Robin Ha? Joker just killed him like he would with any other person.

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Jimmy had been transformed into a hedgehog. He didn't know how it had happened, but he was now a hedgehog. 

He tried to carefully get off his bed, only to tumble down harshly and wince from the impact. 

He ran over to his door with his tiny stubby legs, only to realize that he could not reach the door knob. He collapsed onto the floor in defeat and began to roll around mindlessly. He was pretty much playing pinball with the legs of his bed, desk, dresser, and whatever objects were laying on his floor.

Jimmy finally stopped rolling and decided to climb back into bed and go back to sleep. He hoped the entire thing was just a bad dream.

Unfortunately, he had left the window open and the large owl that lived in the tree next to his window swooped in to eat the hedgehog.

I blame the hedgehog spam from the Cursed Chat.

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Steve Nam had teamed up with some Manwol remnants. Since Steve was pretty much a no name, he only managed to recruit the lower Manwol members unlike how Myles recruited the executives. 

Jack had once again ignored Jimmy's order to not go around alone.

Once again, Jack was jumped by Hayong and his crew, except this time with the addition of Steve Nam.

But this time, they weren't using Jack to lure Jimmy out again. This time, they had nothing to lose. They beat Jack to a bloody pulp before video calling Jimmy out.

Jimmy was forced to watch as Jack was beaten to death on camera.

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"Oh hell no!" Myles Joo of Universe D-00021 started packing his bags. "I am not going to be dying in this universe!"

He had just found out about Deadcember and realized his death was chosen for today. He planned to escape his destiny by going to an entirely different universe. 

'I have enough food and water for a few days, enough time for me to find a suitable place to stay at until Deadcember is over,' Myles took out his portal gun and jumped through the portal.

He landed at the beach in some other universe. Myles looked at his portal gun for info. "I'm able to breathe in this universe just fine. It seems pretty much identical to D-00021 except for a few minor differences," He made a face of disgust. "Parmesan is pronounced Parmesian in this universe,"

Since he deemed himself safe of his destined death now that he was in another universe, Myles decided to kick back and relax. He got himself a beach chair, a tropical drink, and began sunbathing on the shore.

"You're acting calm and relaxed for someone with a bounty on their head," 

Myles' eyes snapped open and he jerked up into a sitting position. "Are you here to kill me then, Alistair Rei?"

"I'm not the one who took the job," Alistair chuckled as he sipped his own drink. "I've just come to warn you since you seemed so unaware. It wouldn't be as entertaining if you just died without putting up a fight,"

"Entertaining?" Myles growled. "Who the fuck put a hit on my head!?"

"God,"

"God?" Myles questioned.

"Not God in a religious sense," Alistair clarified. "I meant god, as in Skai Kaishi's nickname,"

"Why'd he put a hit on me?" Myles demanded. "Last I checked, I didn't do anything to piss him off. I haven't even met the guy,"

"The Skaiverse exists only for his entertainment, as well as the viewers' entertainment," Alistair smirked. "Everyone's deaths mean nothing to him...except maybe Changhui. He likes Changhui's boba. And maybe Donald? He seems to really like giving Donald a whole bunch of siblings. He's really fond of your variant in F-83457 and ships him with Kenny Ji of that universe,"

"Jake's brother?" Myles raised a brow. "I have never had a single interaction with Jake's brother so why the fuck would he ship me with him?"

"Apparently it was supposed to be a joke ship but he started to grew to like the ship," Alistair shrugged. "Now it's his favorite ship alongside DonKi,"

"I'm going to break up Donald and Kingsley is every universe to get back at him," Myles declared.

"You dumb fuck, you really should've started running the moment he told you that you had a bounty on your head," Gijoo Seol from Universe S-00123 held a gun up against the back of Myles' head.

"Wait, don't shoot him just yet!" Alistair began to speak.

But Gijoo didn't listen and pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter splattered all over Alistair.

"EWWW!" Alistair gagged. "I wanted you to wait until I moved out of the way!"

"I'm a dimensional slayer," Gijoo reminded coldly. "What makes you think I give a fuck about you getting covered in blood and flesh?"

"Ugh, aren't you supposed to be searching for the Core Universe or something?" Alistair used a towel to wipe the blood and brain matter from his face. 

"I decided to take a break and go after a bounty," Gijoo shrugged as he left to return to his ship.

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Jaeryeong Lee was going to go swimming with sharks. He and the Action Squad were going to go diving in a cage to watch a whole bunch of sharks. Gijoo had paid for their trip since it was Jaeryeong's birthday.

Jaeryeong was the first to go diving. Unfortunately, the boat owner failed to notice that the ropes were fraying. Jaeryeong stared at the great white sharks in awe, oblivious to his oncoming tragedy. Jaeryeong filmed the entire thing with a waterproof camera strapped to his chest. He also took photos with his other camera. 

After a while, the captain of the boat began to reel the cage up. However, the rope snapped and the cage was sent plummeting down several feet. 

Jaeryeong was terrified. Not only did he not know how deep he had fallen, but he was also starting to run out of oxygen. He no longer looked at the sharks swimming around him in awe, but rather he was staring at them with fear.

Jaeryeong began to panic and darted out the cage. He attempted to swim to the surface and made it. 

"Jaeryeong!" Gijoo reached out to try to pull him back onto the boat.

Just as Jaeryeong managed to grab Gijoo's hand, a shark bit his leg and pulled him back under. 

"JAERYEONG!" Gijoo and the Action Squad cried out.

Jaeryeong struggled to pull his leg free. He had read a bunch of facts about sharks since they were his favorite animal, so he knew their weak points were their eyes and their gills. Once the shark let go, he rushed to the surface once more. This time, he managed to pull himself up onto the boat...only for another shark to leap out of the water and tear off the lower half of Jaeryeong's leg.

Jaeryeong screamed and Gijoo tied a tourniquet around what was left of his leg. The captain of the boat sped at max speed to the shore. The Action Squad had already called for an ambulance to meet them at the docks.

Gijoo rode in the ambulance with Jaeryeong. He held his hand tightly along the way.

Jaeryeong never made it to the hospital.

Chapter Text

Ben had a ravenous appetite. Everyone in his friend group and the workers at the restaurants he frequented all knew that. 

One day, Ben was hungrier than usual. He ate a big breakfast, but his stomach growled in hunger not even an hour later. Thinking he wouldn't be able to focus in school while hungry, he skipped classes for the day.

The Very Hungry Big Ben continued eating. He ate an entire apple, two pears, three plums, four strawberries, five oranges, a whole chocolate cake, a whole large bucket of ice cream, an entire jar of pickles, a giant wheel of cheese, a whole log of salami, a giant lollipop, an entire cherry pie, a dozen sausage links, a batch of cupcakes, and an entire watermelon.

But he was still hungry.

Ben's stomach was physically full, but his appetite still didn't disappear. Ben tried to resist eating, but he felt like he was starving. So he continued to eat.

Eventually, Ben's body was at its limit. He couldn't eat anymore, but Ben was still hungry! His friends pleaded with him to stop eating, but it was as if Ben was possessed by a Demon of Gluttony. He couldn't stop himself no matter how hard he wanted to.

Ben's body couldn't handle it and gave out. 

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Donald was seven years old when he ran away from home. It was the middle of winter, but his thin frame was only covered by an oversized raggedy shirt and pants with half of a pants leg torn off. His shoes were worn out and the soles were nearly coming off.

He shivered as he trudged through the snow. His already pale skin was covered with splotches of red and purple. 

It was late at night, so there were barely anyone outside in this weather. The city was lit up by the Christmas lights. A large tree was set up in town.

Donald made his way over to the large tree and stared at it with fading eyes. He curled up beneath the tree, hoping someone would see him, hoping someone would help him.

He closed his eyes and dreamt. He dreamt of a world where he had a loving family. He dreamt of a world where he had lots of loyal friends. He dreamt of a world where he never went hungry or cold. He dreamt of a world where no one hurt him. He dreamt of a world where he was happy.

As a blanket of snow covered him, he felt a comforting warmth for the first time in his entire life.

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On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree

Changhui stared at the tree that had just sprouted in his yard out of nowhere. A single bird chirped from atop a branch. 'Maybe I need to lay off the booze,'

He glanced at the mysterious tree again before getting inside his car and driving away. 'There's no way a tree sprouted out of nowhere, fully grown like that. I probably forgot that the tree was there. That's more logical than a tree appearing out of nowhere,'

XXX

On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Two turtledoves
And a partridge in a pear tree

"Am I imagining it, but is there music playing?" Changhui mumbled to himself.

The two turtledoves sat on his kitchen counter and chirped.

"I'll need to add bird supplies to the list,"

XXX

On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Three French hens
Two turtledoves
And a partridge in a pear tree

"And now I have chickens," Changhui shook his head. "Time to add more bird supplies to my shopping list,"

'And where the fuck is that music coming from? It sounds familiar, but I can't place my finger on it,'

XXX

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtledoves
And a partridge in a pear tree

"Decoy birds?" Changhui inspected one of the calling birds. "So far I have four calling birds, three hens, two turtledoves, and a partridge in a pear tree,"

Changhui's eyes widened and he typed them into his phone. "Twelve Days of Christmas! That's the song I've been hearing! But I didn't recognize it immediately since it was in English,"

'If it continues following the lyrics, then I'll have five golden rings tomorrow,' Changhui thought. 'At least those things are actually useful to me. I can wear them as jewelry or sell them for money,'

XXX

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtledoves
And a partridge in a pear tree

Changhui immediately took the rings to an appraiser and was satisfied when it was confirmed to be real gold. Changhui, not feeling like wearing jewelry at the moment, sold the rings.

One the way home, he stopped by the store to buy supplies for his new pets. 'Tomorrow I'll get six geese a-laying and then the day after I'll have seven swans a-swimming,'

XXX

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtledoves
And a partridge in a pear tree

Changhui was fortunate to have a large yard. He converted parts of his backyard to suit the needs of his pet birds. He had a pool but that was for his own recreational use. He bought a large kiddy pool for the birds to swim in and added plants and decorations to it. 

Changhui also took advantage of the pear tree and harvested its fruits. He made delicious pies with them.

XXX

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming
Six geese a-laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtledoves
And a partridge in a pear tree

"Changhui?" Joowon knocked on their boss' door. "You called us over to your house to help you with something?"

Changhui opened the door. "Yeah, I need your help to build a coop for my birds,"

"Since when did you have pet birds?" Gijoo inquired.

"Since they all started appearing a week ago in the order of Twelve Days of Christmas," Changhui shrugged. "They're all well behaved and it'd be a pain to constantly call animal control so I kept them,"

"Boss, isn't it concerning that these things randomly keep appearing?" Doyoon asked. "Do you have a stalker?"

"My security cameras didn't pick up any people and just showed these things appearing out of thin air," Changhui shrugged. "If I try to go to the police, they'll think I'm crazy and that I edited the footage,"

"There's no way these things appeared out of thin air," Joowon said.

"All of you can camp out in the living room tonight," Changhui offered. "Then you'll believe me,"

XXX

Numbah eight day of Christmas, my tutu gave to me
Eight ukuleles
Seven shrimps a-swimming 
Six hula lessons
Five big fat pigs
Four flower leis
Three dried squids
Two coconuts 
And one mynah bird in one papaya tree

"What the fuck!?" All of Cheongang exclaimed, including Changhui.

"Why are you surprised?" Joowon raised a brow. "Changhui, I thought you were used to this,"

"The lyrics changed," Changhui pointed out. "It's still to the tune of Twelve Days of Christmas, but the list is different. It's supposed to be eight maids a-milking, not eight ukuleles. And also the rest of the new list suddenly appeared too,"

Gijoo typed the list out on his phone. "The list is from another version of Twelve Days of Christmas. This one is Hawaiian version,"

Changhui picked up an ukulele. "At least it's less weird than having eight random women appear in my house,"

The shrimps and squids were attacked and eaten by all of Changhui's birds.

"Those look like high end ukuleles," Doyoon told his boss. "Those usually go for $500 and up. You can sell them,"

"Load them into the car," Changhui instructed. "But what am I supposed to do with the five pigs? I don't really want to keep them. I'm fine with the birds but not the pigs,"

"Bacon?" Gijoo suggested. "Pork belly? Pork chops? Ribs?"

Out of nowhere, Wolf appeared and punched Gijoo in the face. He somehow picked up all five pigs. "These are my pets now," He then ran away before anyone could question anything.

"Problem solved," Changhui shrugged.

XXX

Numbah nine day of Christmas, my tutu gave to me
Nine pounds of poi
Eight ukuleles
Seven shrimps a-swimming
Six hula lessons
Five big fat pigs
Four flower leis
Three dried squids
Two coconuts
And one mynah bird in one papaya tree

"What the fuck is poi?" Doyoon asked.

"A Hawaiian dish made from taro roots," Changhui grabbed a bunch of bowls and spoon. "This is breakfast,"

"We can't finish nine pounds of poi for breakfast—"

"You can and you will," Changhui ordered.

"Hey," Ben popped his head in through the open window. "I heard there was free food?"

"Monster!" Joowon jumped and hid behind Changhui in fear. "How'd you find us!?"

"I heard someone say that they needed food finished so I rushed over here," Ben started chugging down one of the pound bags of poi. He managed to eat eight of the nine bags by himself. "Thanks for the food!" He then sprinted away in the same manner Wolf had done.

XXX

Numbah ten day of Christmas, my tutu gave to me
Ten cans of beer
Nine pounds of poi
Eight ukuleles
Seven shrimps a-swimming
Six hula lessons
Five big fat pigs
Four flower leis
Three dried squids
Two coconuts
And one mynah bird in one papaya tree

"Now we're talking!" Changhui cracked open a can and chugged it down. "I like this Hawaiian version of 12 Days of Christmas. Much better than ten lords a-leaping,"

"This isn't even a cheap brand," Joowon noted as he also opened a can and took a sip. "It's one of the more expensive and delicious brands of beer,"

XXX

Numbah eleven day of Christmas, my tutu gave to me
Eleven missionaries
Ten cans of beer
Nine pounds of poi
Eight ukuleles
Seven shrimps a-swimming
Six hula lessons
Five big fat pigs
Four flower leis
Three dried squids
Two coconuts
And one mynah bird in one papaya tree

The doorbell rang and Changhui answered he door. When he saw eleven missionaries, he slammed the door in their face and told them to get off his property or he'd call the cops.

"We could've asked them questions about this whole thing," Joowon deadpanned. 

"And we could've asked why it went from the traditional version to the Hawaiian version," Gijoo added.

Changhui opened his door again only to find that the missionaries had vanished into thin air. 

XXX

Numbah twelve day of Christmas, my tutu gave to me
Twelve televisions
Eleven missionaries
Ten cans of beer
Nine pounds of poi
Eight ukuleles
Seven shrimps a-swimming
Six hula lessons
Five big fat pigs
Four flower leis
Three dried squids
Two coconuts
And one mynah bird in one papaya tree

The twelve televisions had appeared right above Changhui and all of it fell on top of him. He groaned and cried out in pain as he was buried. He ended up dying from a serious hit to the head.

The reason why I changed it from the normal version of Twelve Days of Christmas to the Hawaiian version midway is because I couldn't figure out what to do with twelve drummers, eleven pipers, ten lords, nine ladies, and eight maids.
The only other version I knew was the Hawaiian version because when I lived in Hawaii years ago, we had to perform it at school.

Also Wolf has five pet pigs now.

Chapter Text

Hyunjin had gone straight home after handing the keys over to Gerard. He never stopped by Dorim Shopping Complex. He never saw Gerard rush inside in a futile attempt to save the band's music sheets from burning to ash. He was never there to save Gerard.

The next morning, Hyunjin awakened to a knock at his apartment door. 'Is Gerard still going to try to convince me to return to Slam? Honestly, after all that shit at Sinma I just want a break,' He opened the door and was confused why Sangman and Jinwoo were there.

"What's wrong?" He noticed their expressions. "Why the long faces?"

"Gerard..." Jinwoo managed to say.

"Did he send you here to drag me back to the band?" Hyunjin scoffed. "I'm not—"

"Gerard's dead," Sangman informed. "He died last night,"

"What?" Hyunjin couldn't believe how soft his own voice was. "Sangman, I think I heard you wrong—"

"Dorim was set on fire last night by the same thugs that beat up Jinwoo and kept on bothering Gerard," Sangman said. "There were several propane cans inside. Gerard ran inside to save the music sheets and files. But...the explosion knocked him out and a ceiling beam fell onto his head,"

Hyunjin stared at them with wide eyes, but didn't say anything. 

Gerard was dead.

"Are you okay?" Jinwoo asked.

"Yeah," Hyunjin kept his voice monotone and emotionless. "I'm busy so..." He shut the door.

Hyunjin stumbled over to his couch and sat there, just staring off into the distance as his mind processed the news. 

Gerard was dead.

They had never been really close, despite both being the same age and in the same band. Sangman had been the one to recruit Hyunjin while Jinwoo had recruited Gerard. Both he and Gerard constantly got into arguments. They were more of acquaintances and coworkers than friends.

Hyunjin noticed teardrops falling onto his laps. He may not have gotten along with Gerard, nor were they close, but Hyunjin did care for him. If he had been there, he'd have gone in to try to save Gerard or stop him from running inside the burning building.

Gerard was dead.

Hyunjin mourned alone in his apartment. 'I should have never given him the keys. He ran inside because I told him about the files and sheets in the cabinet,'

Chapter Text

Hwangmo didn't know why he still stuck around Wolf. Wolf had been excommunicated from the Union meaning he was doomed to fall just like Myles Joo had. Hwangmo should be distancing himself from Wolf just like Hayden, Beomsu, and Cheolsu had.

But for some reason, Hwangmo still hung around Wolf. Perhaps he felt a bit of pity towards Wolf? Forrest Lee had Sam Lee and Robin Ha. Jimmy Bae had Jack Kang. Jake Ji had his friends. Even Donald Na had Kingsley Kwan. But Wolf? He was all alone.

Unfortunately for Hwangmo, sticking around Wolf was not a good choice. People thought that meant he was actually Wolf's friend and that Wolf cared about him. 

So...Wolf's enemies kidnapped Hwangmo. They took a photo of a beaten up and bloody Hwangmo and sent it to Wolf in an attempt to lure them into their trap.

But Wolf didn't care for anyone. He wasn't someone who needed family or friends. He didn't need a pack. He was a lone wolf. 

Hwangmo knew Wolf would never come and save him, but there was just a tiny part of him that wished Wolf would. 

Since Wolf didn't show, the kidnappers took their anger out on Hwangmo, beating him to death.

Chapter Text

Dongha frowned. He was upset and confused. He was used to be the talkative half of the duo. Actually, he was the only one that spoke out of the two of them since Seongmok was mute. But at least Seongmok would acknowledge him!

Now...Seongmok was completely ignoring him! He didn't look at Dongha nor did he even react to anything Dongha said! Dongha tried complimenting him, flirting with him, and even insulting him but it was as if Seongmok couldn't hear him at all!

"Did I do something wrong?" Dongha asked, getting more desperate. "Whatever it was, I'm sorry! Please just look at me, Seongmok!"

Once again, Seongmok ignored him and continued on with his day. Dongha frustratingly punched the nearby wall...only for his fist to phase through.

"What the fuck!?" Dongha exclaimed. "What's going on!? Seongmok, are you seeing this!? My hand just went through the brick wall!"

But Seongmok silently continued walking and Dongha followed. He was confused when he saw Seongmok enter a cemetery. Dongha followed him to one specific grave and was horrified when he saw his own name on the headstone.

He finally remembered what had happened. When Donald had sent the Mokha Duo after Myles, they had lost. Myles had managed to first knockout Seongmok before dealing with Dongha. Since Dongha was constantly aiming for Myles' injured thigh, Myles was beyond pissed off and ended up throwing Dongha out the window.

Seongmok was unconscious so he couldn't call an ambulance right away. Myles, fearful of being arrested, fled the scene. Because Dongha didn't get immediate medical attention, he ended up dying.

Chapter Text

Donald was a vampire. It was a secret that he kept hidden from everyone even though a lot of people compared his looks to one.

He didn't immediately turn to ashes in sunlight, but he burned easily if he didn't use sunblock. Some of his kind had evolved to become day walkers in order to blend in better with human society and avoid suspicions.

Some vampires evolved to also be able to sustain themselves with human food. But for Donald, human food wasn't enough. He needed fresh human blood at least once a week. Kingsley offered his own blood in order to protect Donald and keep his vampirism a secret.

But his bloodthirst had been getting worse. Whenever it was feeding time, Kingsley felt himself getting fainter each week. Donald noticed this and suggested that he could go out and hunt instead.

"No," Kingsley shook his head. "With security cameras everywhere nowadays, you would easily get caught. I don't want to lose you,"

"I don't want to feed from you anymore," Donald shook his head. "I'll feed off animals tonight instead,"

"Don't accidentally drink your bunny's blood," Kingsley joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Pretty sure she'd break my jaw before I even got a bite," Donald chuckled.

But when night came, Donald shouted at Kingsley to get away from him. Donald's eyes were glowing and his fangs were already out. Drool dripped from his mouth as he glared at Kingsley with hunger and bloodthirst.

Donald lunged at Kingsley but managed to force himself to fall to the ground and bite his arm instead. He didn't want to hurt his boyfriend. Kingsley was the only one who had showed him kindness. He was the only one who had been there for him despite what he was.

Kingsley didn't run. He knelt down next to Donald and brought him into a hug. "Drink,"

Tears streamed down Donald's face as he bit into Kingsley's neck. He hated the metallic taste of blood even though his body craved it. Donald continued drinking much longer than their usual feeding session. He tried to stop himself, but his body wouldn't listen.

Kingsley knew what was happening and gently petted Donald's hair. "It's okay. Donald, you need to drink. I want you to survive. I want you to live,"

Donald drank every single drop of Kingsley's blood.

Chapter Text

Kenny Ji had died in a car crash. It was literally the day he had recovered enough to be able to stand and walk, but after taking his first steps out of the hospital, he had been hit by a drunk driver.

But his soul didn't immediately move on. His desire to watch over his little brother was strong enough to bound him to the World of the Living.

He followed Jake around and watch him go about his day. At first, he was worried about Jake. Right after Kenny's death, Jake had become depressed and shut everyone out. Fortunately, Dean, Eunchan, and Timmy were there for him and soon everything returned to normal...just without Kenny physically being there.

One day, the four humans were all playing a video game together. Jake picked up the fifth controller with a nostalgic expression. "Kenny was really great at video games,"

"I mean, I was in a depressed state after learning all my hopes and dreams of becoming the best soccer player were crushed," Kenny shrugged. "I didn't feel like going outside since I couldn't walk around so I stayed inside and drowned myself in video games,"

Jake connected the fifth controller. "Maybe Kenny's ghost would wanna play," He joked.

"I would if I could," Kenny reached for the controller, not expecting to be able to pick it up.

"Th-This isn't some kind of trick, right Jake?" Timmy pointed at the floating controller.

Dean swept a hand above the controller to check for any invisible wires lifting it up.

"Stop that!" Kenny said as he felt Dean's hand go through his chest.

"Why is it extremely cold over there?" Dean asked, unnerved.

"But right now it's a normal room temperature?" Timmy waved his hand over to where Dean had. "It really is cold!"

"Maybe it really is Kenny's ghost!" Eunchan exclaimed.

"It is me," Kenny deadpanned.

"Kenny, if that really is you..." Jake clenched his fist and punched the cold air. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU A GHOST!? WHY DIDN'T YOU MOVE ON!? WHY ARE YOU STAYING HERE!?"

To Kenny's shock, he felt Jake's punch and was knocked down. "OW! WHAT THE FUCK JAKE!?"

To everyone's shock, Kenny was now visible to them. He was still kinda transparent, but they could now see him.

"Kenny..." Jake was sobbing. "Kenny...Is that really you, Kenny?"

Kenny teared up. "You can see me?"

Jake shakily reached a hand out and placed it on Kenny's shoulder. "You're really here..."

"You can feel me?"

"KENNY!" Everyone hugged him as tightly as they could.

"Guys...I love you all too...but I'm kinda suffocating here..."

"Shush Kenny, ghosts don't need to breathe,"

XXX

After a whole bunch of experimenting, Kenny found out he could do all sorts of things now. He could make himself appear and disappear at will. He naturally could phase through things unconsciously, but he could make himself temporarily tangible with the material world too. He also had an ability to control electronics in brief spurts of five to ten minutes.

Jake started creating his own comic about Kenny. It was a slice of life one called My Big Bro's a Ghost. He wanted to originally write an action comic, but right now he had been inspired by Kenny to create this one. He'd create an action comic later.

Sadly, Jake still had to work for the Union because he stilled owed Donald. Kenny still felt guilty, by Jake told him that it wasn't his fault and not to blame himself. 

One day, Kenny decided to follow them to a Union assembly. 'Huh, this is very similar to Manwol's assemblies except we didn't really stand in ordered divisions. We all just stood wherever the hell we wanted to,'

All of a sudden, chaos happened. Several people, some of whom Kenny recognized as remnants of Manwol, along with a whole bunch of random adults (not Cheongang) started attacking. In the ensuing chaos, Donald, Jake, Wolf, and Jimmy were kidnapped. They didn't kidnap Forrest because they forgot about him.

"Kenny, follow them!" Dean shouted.

Kenny quickly hotwired Wolf's bike and started chasing after the white van, making sure to keep himself invisible while still being tangible enough to keep hold of the motorcycle.

"There a motorcycle with no driver following us!" One of the people in the back of the van exclaimed.

"No driver?" Kidnapper #2 questioned. "That's impossible! These brats don't own self-driving motorcycles!"

Jake was grinning. "You pissed off my big brother,"

"We killed Kenny Ji already," Kidnapper #1 reminded. "He wasn't just a random unfortunate victim in that drunk driving accident. We specifically targeted him,"

"You motherfuckers are the reason my big brother's dead!?" Jake headbutted Kidnapper #1, only to be pinned back to the ground with the knife pressed against his throat just enough to draw blood.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Kidnapper #3 mocked. "You're all tied up and we all have knives. If we cut a major vein or artery, you'd bleed out before the ambulance can even get here,"

"Maybe he wants that," Kidnapper #4 joked. "Maybe he wants to see his big brother so badly that he wants to die,"

The van pulled into an abandoned warehouse and the kidnappers dragged the Union executives out. They harshly tossed them to the ground. Even though many had stayed back to fight the rest of the Union, there were still a whole bunch of thugs gathered in the warehouse.

"Is that my bike?" Wolf questioned when the apparently driverless motorcycle also pulled up.

"Kenny borrowed it to follow us," Jake said. 

"Jake, your brother's been dead for months," Jimmy pointed out. "You're crazy if you think he's still alive,"

"He's not alive," Jake winced when he said that. "But he's here,"

The kidnappers that were around the Union executives were all suddenly knocked away. The ropes restraining the Union executives' wrists and ankles were suddenly cut. 

"It's been a while since we've fought together, right Jake?" Kenny made himself visible to everyone. 

"You always preferred that I didn't fight," Jake reminded.

"Well this is a life or death situation for you," Kenny pointed out. "I'd rather you fight than get killed. Dean doesn't need two ghosts annoying him,"

"KENNY JI!?" The kidnapper exclaimed. "How are you still alive!? We killed you!"

"That's the thing," Kenny disappeared, only to reappear right in front of the nearest kidnapper and slit their throat. "I'm not alive so I don't have to follow human laws,"

Kenny fought alongside the Union. He punched, kicked, stabbed, and cut. He didn't care if he caused any serious wounds because these people had dared to go after his precious little brother.

Kenny and the Union won in the end. All of their kidnappers were unconscious. Kenny suddenly grabbed Donald by the throat. "I can kill you at any moment. You won't even see me coming,"

Donald struggled to breathe but retained a calm composure. "What do you want?"

"Jake and his friends are no longer part of the Union," Kenny demanded. "They are free from the criminal life!"

"Fine," Donald didn't have a choice. He's seen how Kenny could easily phase through objects and make himself invisible. Kenny could easily kill him in his sleep.

Kenny dropped Donald and walked over to Jake, embracing him in a tight hug. "You're free now,"

XXX

Kenny stayed with Jake and his friends until they graduated from high school. A week after their graduation, Kenny's spirit moved on. Jake sobbed and mourned once again. It was as if Kenny had died a second time, but this time they were able to say their goodbyes.

Chapter Text

Kenny knew he had died, but for some reason it felt as if he had simply blacked out for a long period of time when he woke up. He was extremely confused when he noticed a chain attached to his chest and that he was kinda transparent.

"I'm a ghost," Kenny finally realized. "This chain...isn't it the Chain of Fate? It looks exactly like the one from Bleach. Wow, I guess there were some truths in that series," He looked around. "There aren't any Shinigami nearby to send my soul to the Soul Society,"

Kenny decided that while he waited for a Shinigami to send him off, he'd oversee his little brother and his friends. He felt guilty when he saw that Jake was in a depressed state.

He walked over to Jake's bedside and placed a hand onto his brother's shoulder. "Jake, you know I wouldn't want you to be like this. I want you to be happy and continue living. I know you're still stuck in the Union, but at least you still have some freedoms. You're still able to hang out with your friends from time to time,"

Jake furrowed his brows and rubbed his eyes. 'Kenny's dead but...it feels like he's here with me,'

XXX

After a while, Kenny decided to stay away from his loved ones. His Chain of Fate was nearly gone, meaning he'd turn into a Hollow soon. He didn't know if he'd still retain his intelligence, or if he'd just be a wild animal. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to resist the desire to consume souls, so he needed to get away from his family and friends.

His Hollow form was similar to that of a tiger. He still retained his intelligence, but he had a deep hunger for souls. Fearing that he would end up attacking a human, he managed to open a Garganta and fled to Hueco Mundo. 

There, he gave in to his hunger. He attacked any Hollow nearby. Most of the time, he successfully managed to eat the weaker Hollows. However, sometimes he bit off more than he could chew and became injured by stronger Hollows. When that happened, he managed to escape and hide until his wounds healed.

Kenny continued eating and eating. Eventually, he ended up evolving into a Vasto Lordes. Since he now had full control of his hunger, he decided to visit Jake again.

XXX

A large group of Hollows had appeared in Yeongdeungpo. A Union assemble was being held and the Hollows began attacking and eating the teens. "What the fuck!?" Jake's spiritual power had increased over the time and he now had spiritual awareness.

Jake wasn't the only one who had gained spiritual awareness. In fact, all of the Union executives as well as all of Jake's friends had gained spiritual awareness in the time Kenny had been in Hueco Mundo.

Timmy had been frozen in fear as a large Hollow was about to attack him. "TIMMY!" Kenny killed the Hollow with a single blow.

"K-KENNY!?" Timmy exclaimed, causing everyone to look in their direction.

"No time to be sitting ducks!" Kenny reminded as he fired a Cero, decimating most of the Hollows. He finished the rest of them with close combat. "Jake, Dean, Timmy, Eunchan, are you alright!?"

"Y-Yeah," Dean nodded. "Kenny, is that really you!?"

"I'm a Vasto Lorde," Kenny grinned, showing off his claws and fangs. "I'd like to become an Arrancar to resemble my human self even more, but I don't have a Hogyoku,"

"KENNY!" The four all hugged him tightly.

"I'm honestly surprised that you all managed to gain spiritual awareness," Kenny said. "When I was a Plus, I followed you guys around until I started transforming into a Hollow. Then I mainly stayed in Hueco Mundo, hunting and eating Hollows,"

"You can't leave now!" Eunchan declared. "We won't let you leave!"

"We'll get you a special Gigai for Hollows!" Jake added.

"Did someone say they needed a special Gigai?" Alistair popped out of nowhere. He shoved into a Gigai he brought along. "Tada! Free of charge! Have funny living life again Kenny Ji! Bepo's gonna be happy that you're alive now!" He then disappeared before anyone could ask questions.

"Isn't Bepo the polar bear from Two Piece?" Kenny questioned.

"Now what are we going to do if someone questions how you're alive?" Timmy brought up.

A Kikanshiki was thrown at him. "Use it wisely!" Alistair called in the distance.

"Hey Donald Na," Kenny turned to the feared Union leader. "Jake and his friends are no longer part of the Union. If you object, I'm eating your soul,"

It was safe to say that Donald did not want to get eaten.

Thank you for reading Deadcember. Kenny eats criminals' souls from time to time so he has a slight Kira Complex.

Happy New Year's everyone!