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Chapter 1: Raptured to Reality

Recommended listening: Toad Town - Bowser's Inside Story

Reimu Hakurei had been transported to the humble world of origin known simply as the Earth ten years ago through unprecedented and sheer circumstance, all of the characters from the Touhou-verse had been transported upon the real world known as Earth during the sudden rapture of all fiction in the fiction-verse, now stripped of their powers... they are forced to take normal jobs and perform menial tasks that are not befitting of their previous status... some were raptured into positions of power and wealth while others were raptured to death such as the fates of Larry The Cucumber and Mima... who was somehow raptured into the middle of the Earth and died a brutal death and was forever forgotten as usual...

"Eat my fucking shorts, this sucks balls" Reimu spat out bitterly as she began shoving groceries into small plastic bags for the common masses now that she had been plucked from her little vine of innocence in Gensokyo ten years ago during the rapture, she had been taken out of her little bubble of safety as a shrine maiden with OP powers, now she had to perform this boring motherfucking labor that was reserved strictly for the real world, not the usual world of Touhou which involved girls shooting lasers at each other with elfin fervor and diarrhea.

Reimu angrily observed the Walmart she worked at, it had been connected to the great Aventura Mall which was located in Aventura, Florida... the Walmart was the same as usual for there was the usual crying babies, stupid teenagers, idiots, foolish fools and of course... the conspiracy theorists who claimed that SERN was part of some evil conspiracy about time machines n' shit like that.

"Look at those motherfucking idiots, they're all stupid-ass motherfuckers who are probably going to die today or tomorrow, climbing on Milk Crates stairs n' shit." Reimu pointed at a group of dumb teens, probably the proof that the human race has gone to shit during the year of 2060... her eyes rolled at this stupid display of utter stupidity of these motherfucking teenagers and her colon churned in disgust at this scene.

As Reimu spoke with raw fuckrage, one of the teens… a broccoli-headed motherfucker with a vulgar shirt began to climb up the staircases before falling and crashing down onto the cold floor of the pavement... splitting their head asunder in a scene which surely made everyone in the Aventura Mall shudder in raw disgust, though Reimu didn't give a shit as she merely swept up the blood and tossed the ruin skull in the trash where it belonged, she would leave it for the garbage truck to dispose of the ruined body... it would be an easy way of disposing the ruined corpse where this fuck came from... how dare she make the new employee work harder to dispose of their bodies?

Reimu couldn't care less at this fucked-up scene, if this dumb-ass was willing to risk his life for some sweet clout, so be it... Reimu rolled her eyes and spoke to her boss with annoyance and indifference.

"Hey fucker, we should enforce a 'No TikTok policy' in this motherfucking mall, those fuckers are everywhere and getting their asses killed" Reimu spoke with annoyance, she was more annoyed at having to clean up the blood and gore than the actual motherfuckers themselves... plus her fucking shoes were covered in blood now.

"What are you, city council?! Shut your yapping and get back to work!" Reimu's boss spat out bitterly, he was walking around the Walmart and keeping a tight leash on employees, his name was Cool Cat... he used to star in a movie called Cool Cat Saves The Kids, Reimu overheard a conversation going on between Cool Cat and another employee who was working construction.

"You still haven't told me what to do with these boards."

"Just move those boards over there, board mover!"

"Okay... jackass..."

The employee swore under his breath, he was officially known as the "Board Mover" as he had been assigned the job for no other reason than because this orange cat-suit wearing motherfucker named Cool Cat decided it was funny, Reimu though about cabbage sandwiches and peanut butter cookies, they reminded her of that one time she shared cookies with her best friend, Marisa Kirisame that one day after she had stolen them from Patchouli Knowledge... before they got fucking raptured that was.

As Reimu carefully swept up the dead bodies of the now dead teenagers, she looked over and saw two motherfucking pieces of shit who had begun arguing with each other with raw fuckfury and elfin fervor, such was the state of this shitty, no-good motherfucking mall... those two motherfucking pieces of shit were none other than Fujiwara No Mokou and Kaguya Houraisan... both who had also been raptured but through sheer fucking chance, they had met.

"Bitch!, you're such a fucking dumb-ass Kaguya..." Mokou spat out bitterly, lighting up a cigarette which were now being sold to children after the great Tobacco lobbying act of 2030 which marked a mass-downfall of Vapes as Tobacco was the hot shit once again.

"Nah, fuck you Mokou... you dumb piece of shit! I'm telling you that you must quit eating meat and go Vegan, it's not good for the damn environment to support the meat industry!" Kaguya Houraisan argued back, she had not only been stripped of her status as a lunar princess back in the day, but she had also now lost Eiren and all of her bunnies which served her after the rapture... she had been raptured to your average Suburban family though her lost status combined with her sheer laziness caused her to now become a pathetic NEET who did nothing but scroll through Reddit all day, getting angry and outraged through social media filters and utterly fucking up her brain which had caused her to go through a phase of rabid Veganism which had begun to annoy Mokou.

"What the fuck did you say to me bitch-maggot? Do you want me to kick your fucking ass, you're a NEET who does nothing but play Call of Duty all day... at least play something without a fucking screen" Mokou sighed, exhausted by Kaguya's stupidity... she imagined that this fool was likely a casualty of the TikTok era which swept the nation... Mokou didn't nearly have the same opportunities to sit her ass on the couch and play games all day... she had to worry about getting her fucking ass shot.

"Excuse me, but I am the very best gamer on the planet... thank you very much" Kaguya sniffed... she was wearing a black GAMESTOP hoodie she bought from Amazon which came from some shitty sweatshop in China, "And that makes me the pinnacle of human society, you worm."

"Worm? Last time I checked, at least I have proper posture... look at your hunched-over posture, weak and adapted to play Video Games or look at the fucking phone all day, it took mankind millions of years to evolve, now you're back to being hunched over and playing those silly games." Mokou spoke as her buttocks churned in disgust.

"And you? at least I'm an elite gamer, you do nothing but get piss-ass drunk and vomit on the floor or commit robberies... you fucking delinquent, I'd tear your ass apart but I prefer not to get arrested by the fuckin' police tonight" Kaguya snarls, getting up in Mokou's face.

"Fuck those pigs, don't get me involved with those fucking fucks" Mokou responded brutishly, she was wearing a black hoodie which came from some shitty store in the ghettos.

Reimu watches this conversation with disdain, she had the utmost disgust for how far these twerps have fallen since the loss of Gensokyo years ago, I mean when it came down to it... so many of the Touhou-verse cast had fallen off or had been suddenly propped up to become elites following the rapture... but the vast majority had fallen off hard... Sanae was a druggie, Yuyuko was a food critic, Marisa was a military soldier, Yukari was a politician for Texas, Yuuka was a B.D.S.M pornstar & Dominatrix and Cirno was still a fucking baka.. still a motherFUCKING Baka ⑨.

Mokou, once the great and powerful immortal who controlled the flames was now reduced to a gangster with a gnarly face-tattoo of gawd knows what, she had been raptured to a shitty Inner-City household in the middle of the shitty parts of Los Angeles, California... she had to adapt to the shitty lifestyle of the HOOD and garnered a massive hatred for the Los Angeles Police Department and those motherfucking hoes and prostitutes who lined the motherfucking streets, she also garnered a massive hatred for High School as she had attended the shit-heap known as Washington Heights High School where there was probably fights during every single day.

Kaguya went from being a lunar princess who was immortal and wielded the powers of infinity and was now brought down low to that of a filthy, dopamine addicted Redditor who lived in the basement of her middle-class family, she had long lost that royal elegance she once had and was now almost a living soyjak stereotype... though she still carried that haughty princess snobbery that gave her that aura of being a fucking Redditor with their pretentious and self-righteous idiocy which could make even God cringe...

Kaguya had grown lazy and gave-up on life as she had been stripped of all of her servants and all of her status, so she became a motherfucking NEET who had become a dopamine addict, her brain was fucked and fried... and now these two fucks were arguing with each other.

So Reimu did what anyone would do and she looked down upon them, she looked down upon them for not only losing everything since being raptured... but because they became such little shits who offered nothing to society beyond bickering and doing stupid shit... though this mainly applied to Kaguya in this case and despite being raptured into two entirely different sections of America, they somehow managed to congregate here of all places to argue again and to maintain that pathetic hatred they had over each other for thousands of years, they would never stop this fucking rivalry.

"God... at least I didn't end up like them or that old hag Yukari who keeps on lazing around in politics... I'd rather eat raw eggs and pick-up shit off the street than become like those guys..." Reimu scoffed, for even the worms in the dirt scorned upon those pathetic two... Reimu scorned Kaguya especially for wasting her life and accomplishing nothing... and when her funds inevitably run out, she will be broke and homeless... similar to the shitty situation of Mokou.

Mokou wasn't much better though, she was still a fucking idiot who got arrested three times for robbery and fucked around too much instead of studying and trying to change her life, she just sat there and took on all the shit which came her way.

It was a shame because Reimu didn't think they were that bad of people, but as soon as their entire selves were raptured to the real world, they became insecure, pathetic and stupid girls who reeked of entitlement or mental illness... and Reimu hated what they had become ever since the end of Gensokyo.

Feeling pity upon seeing the two girls begin fighting each other to the death, Reimu sighed and approached them in a bid to hopefully get them to shut the fuck up about this pathetic rivalry once and for all.

"Hey fuckers, cut that shit out... this isn't Gensokyo anymore and you two need to get jobs, quit fucking around with each other and generally just get the fuck out of this Walmart for now... go look at the rest of the motherfucking Aventura Mall for a fucking change." Reimu sighed, ripping the angry girls apart for the time being and once they had left, Reimu swore under her breath.

"Thanks Dicksleeve, like I can totally get a job with this motherfucking tattoo on my face!" Mokou spoke brutishly, she was disgusted by the words of the Reimu but walked away... the back of her hoodie had a GUCCI logo, Reimu knew Mokou was poor as shit and yet for some reason, insisted on buying overpriced shit.

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Chapter 2: Shopping at the Aventura Mall

Recommended Listening: White Shadow - Umineko When They Cry

The two Kurosawa sisters are cautiously navigating through the large swaths of people who roam the great Aventura Mall in Aventura, Florida and they had to be cautious not to bump into anyone as they would risk dropping their gawd-damn ice cream that they had bought recently from the shop near the GAP store after a hot day in Florida, par for the course of the southern state.

They had found a small corner which was left alone and isolated by the swarms of the common and filthy masses, the elder sister gently guided the timid little sister to this corner so they could eat their tasty treats in peace and tranquility and away from those fucking commoners.

The elder sister gently ate her caramel ice cream with joyful delight as the little sister soon followed in enjoying her chilly treat with a frenzied fervor to which the older sister sighed and smiled towards her cute little sister... she spoke to the little sister.

"Ruby, don't eat your ice-cream so quickly... you'll get a brain freeze" Dia giggled softly and enjoyed the sight of her younger sister happily eating the ice cream with reckless abandon... knowing full well that her brain was about to get rekt.

But Dia was a bit late to her warning and it wasn't long for Ruby to clutch her forehead tightly and she let out a small and cute yelp which caused Dia to squeal in raw amusement.

"Sister...! My head feels like it's about to explode...! Why didn't you warn me~?" Ruby spoke with a slightly playful tone, though she clutched her head as the brain freeze had begun to take effect upon her head.

While her head did hurt from the temporary brain freeze, this didn't stop the younger Kurosawa sister from making a playful joke to brighten the mood between the two of them, it was all in good fun for the two sisters... such was their sisterly love.

"Figures, I should've warned you earlier... Ruby-chan" Dia responded with another soft giggle, she gently padded the younger red-headed sister on the forehead playfully. Dia greatly cared for her sweet and innocent little sister, she would do anything to protect the innocent Ruby from harm... even if it meant certain death or destruction.

"Don't pat my head, sis...!" Ruby lets out a small and cute pout, even if she didn't like having her head patted... she still allowed it to happen and didn't resist or run away whenever Dia felt like patting her head... it was something that could only happen between two sisters.

"Aww Ruby-chan, you're so cute~! I just wanna take you home~!" DIa squealed in delight as she hugged and cuddled the adorable little sister, Ruby with a tight and lovely hug.. but this causes Ruby's ice cream to fall.

"N-no... my Ice Cream...! It's the end of the world...! WAAAAAHHHHH!" Ruby spoke in despair as she begins to cry on her knees, mourning the fallen ice cream as if she had lost her best friend to the pandemic years ago, it was as over-dramatic as one would expect out of the younger Ruby Kurosawa.

Dia looks down at the fallen ice cream and spoke softly into Ruby's ear, she uttered soft and sweet words into the ears of her adorable little sister, she was going to encourage her crying sister to feel better after this bullshit called gravity ruined her ice-cream.

"Don't worry Ruby, we can buy you a new Ice Cream... my lovely sis~ter" Dia smiled softly and hugged Ruby tightly to emphasize her love for her little sister, this was a protective and kind sister who loved Ruby to DEATH.

"N-no... it's okay, Dia... that little Ice cream cone will be morbin' soon and return in it's original form... that's what that sexy golden witch, Beatrice told me" Ruby smiled again as she pulled out her harry potter wand she bought at Universal Studios and she began to speak with a chant that could be described as schizophrenic yet oddly normal.

"May you return to your original form, Mr. Ice Cream cone... please arise from the dead and become new again... ᒲᔑ|| ||𝙹 ∷ᒷℸ ̣ ∷リ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ||𝙹 ∷ original ⎓𝙹∷ᒲ, mr. ╎ᓵᒷ ᓵ∷ᒷᔑᒲ cone. !¡ꖎᒷᔑᓭᒷ arise ⎓∷𝙹ᒲ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ↸ᒷᔑ↸ ᔑリ↸ ʖᒷᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷ リᒷ∴ ᔑ⊣ᔑ╎リ" Ruby smiled, nothing seemed to happen initially until the Ice Cream cone began to speak with a determined tone, it uttered out three ICONIC words that will forever be remembered amongst the likes of Neil Armstrong, Harvey Dent and Albert Einstein amongst the greatest quotes of all time, only an absolute KING could utter such genius.

"it's Morbin' Time!"

The Ice Cream cone yelled, it spoke not through the mouth but through telepathic means of ancient black magic fuckery... a yell so utterly loud, yet deathly quiet that only Ruby and Dia could hear...

Without hesitation, the scoop of ice cream began to rise from the ground and magically floated onto the cup... it regained its shape magically and appeared as if new on the floor... it was some weird shit by all means.

Ruby picked up the ice cream cone and showed it to Dia immediately, smirking smugly.

"See! I've restored it to its original form, just as I had learn from Beatoriche! The Golden Witch Beatrice...!"

Dia was very impressed by Ruby's magical skills and she smiled softly at her little sister and responded with an impressed tone.

"hey Ruby, can you restore my relationship with my boyfriend back to its original form... before that fucker cheated on me with that fucking bimbo?" She giggles, though there was a tad bit of pain in her voice.

"Forget about that guy, Dia... he's a little bitch" Ruby responded with an agitated tone, she had no respect for people who would cheat on her sister like that for Ruby cared greatly for her older sister... that motherfucker will be burning in hell it a bit.

"Hey sis, I've got a question for you..." Ruby asked with a curious tone and a quizzical look on her face.

"And what may that be, Ruby-chan?" Dia smiled, she forgot about her ex-boyfriend very quickly... though Ruby took a deep breath and wondered on whether she should say the following words.

"How will the world end, sister?" Ruby asked naively, Dia chuckled and gave out a strange, unusual and outright deranged answer which mirrored that of the schizophrenics located in Philly.

"Maybe it will be a great and cataclysmic end to the world where all matter of the universe is slowly turned into a cookie, the cookie-pocalyse will be spearheaded by the grandmatriarchs!" Dia pumped her fist with conspiratorial fervor, Ruby giggled softly and smiled.

"Sis... that's silly, I was told on an internet forum that the world will be overrun by evil singing toilets and perhaps even flying demonic astronauts armed with gigantic groinsaws and hellspears" Ruby responded with a statement just as bizarre as her older sister had claimed.

"Holy fuck... are you on crack, Ruby?" Dia responded as the sun sets, the two girls headed out of the mall together with their hands held together tightly, from the corner of her eye... Reimu had spied on their whole interaction in her second job.

"Helluva lot better than Mokou and Kaguya, though they're both probably high and tripping balls with all of the apocalypse shit... Hell, I wish I could be tripping balls too!"

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Chapter 3: Ruined Parlays

Recommended listening: Sirius - Alan Parson's Project

Sanae took a deep breath to calm herself down as her eyes were blood-shot and red, she was already a bit high off the strawberry weed gummies but was told to curb her addiction by various people including her landlord, the pizza boy, the milk man and her former employers, Kanako and Suwako who she had worked as a shrine maiden back in Gensokyo before the Rapture had fucked her over away from those nutjobs.

Of course, being told to curb her marijuana addiction by a damn hat-wearing loli and some old hag wasn't a very nice experience, so she had fucked off and the fact that she had gotten raptured to the new world away from those religious nut-jobs was a fucking treat where she could finally endulge in pleasure, sex, drugs, booze and self-discovery.

By self-discovery, she was yelling at the TV again as she had fucked up her parlay again and again after a night spent gambling on Draft Kings... she had a bad habit of risking it all in hopes of striking it rich, she was a hopeless green-haired gambling weed addict who was now spitting at the TV with elfin fuckrage.

"Man fuck the Washington Wizards, ever since those fuckers drafted J.R. Ballard 1st overall they've been fucking the NBA with a god-damn cactus!" Sanae ranted angrily, why wouldn't she be angry when the Washington Wizards had seemingly monopolized the NBA after that fateful draft night.

"With the First Pick of the 2032 NBA Draft, the Washington Wizards select J.R. Ballard, a Power Forward out of Tulsa" read the voice of Adam Silver as he had unknowingly spoke the death sentence of the entire league, but nobody at the time knew that because the Washington Wizards were absolute ass-cheeks at the time.

What was once a shitty, bottom-tier, no-good poverty franchise was now on its 19th title in the past 22 years, not only destroying all intrigue in the NBA... but also surpassing the Lakers and Celtics as the premier NBA franchise and completely overshadowing the Warriors Dynasty in the process, it was an unprecidented era in the history of the NBA which wrecked all intrigue when the same franchise won title after title seemingly every fucking year.

The TNT half-time crew appears on the screen, the old and decrepit bodies of Ernie Johnson, Shaquille O'Neal, Kenny Smith and Charles Barkley still dominate the TNT Halftime show, they spoke about the "Series of the Century" where the two greatest teams ever, the 2044 Washington Wizards and the 2017 Warriors were to face off... though it was all a massive fucking farce.

Despite being billed as the series of the century, as the series to determine the absolute GOAT NBA team... it was a one-sided beatdown with J.R. Ballard and Wladimir Pavlovic eating Draymond Green alive in the post and with unguardable mid-ranged shots while the Small Forward.

Sprinkled into the mix was Seth Davidson, the 6'7 Forward out of Richmond who had possessed the ungodly athleticism of Russell Westbrook with the shooting of Steph Curry, combined with the passing of Lebron James with the defense of Kawhi Leonard, utterly fucking apart any teams that dared to stand before the Washington Wizards... it was a fucking mess.

"Fuckin' hell, this game is atrocious... Series of the century my ASS, this game should've been between the 2044 Wizards and the 1996 Bulls, bet Jordan would've given the damn Wizards a better challenge than weak-ass Cur-cuck and Klay Thompson... KD Ain't gonna do shit when he's dealing with someone who can actually contest his shots with J.R. Ballard being 6'11 with an eight foot wingspan..."

Sanae ranted bombastically, she was very high off the strawberry Cannabis gummies that she couldn't even think of anything more than hot-takes off of twitter, so she ranted without a thought in the world, angry upon the world for being tortured with sports... such was her fucked-up life.

"How do you think the Warriors can come back from this 30 point deficit in the second half of the game?" Ernie Johnson spoke, he was trying not to fall asleep as he was a fucking geriatric... it was embarrassing as fuck.

"Well... they have to feed the big man, let him eat..." Shaq responded, he was still tall and imposing despite being an old man now and who knows how that motherfucker stayed in shape, Charles Barkley responded to his foolish response with renewed fervor though he was bed-ridden yet still on set.

"Are you fuckin' stewpid Shaq? The Wizards have the 6'11 Ballard and that tall motherfucker named Wladimir Pavlovic guarding the paint and Draymond's yee-yee ass offense ain't scoring on that 7'4 motherfucker who won over 10 straight DPOY Awards" Charles responded, Kenny watched the two old men argue about NBA philosophies as he suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, similar to an old man yelling at the clouds... it was utterly pathetic and proof that these people didn't have this shit anymore, it was utterly cringe inducing and fucking awful to watch... it was literal bottom of the barrel garbage.

"BUT HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT AFFECT LEBRON'S LEGACY?! I DON'T CARE IF DRAYMOND CAN'T SCORE ON WLADIMIR PAVLOVIC, NONE OF THESE TEAMS MATTER BECAUSE THEY CAN'T AFFECT LEBRON'S LEGACY... I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHICH TEAM IS THE GOAT!"

Sanae recoiled in disgust at this pathetic excuse for sports commentary, she turned off the TV by thrusting her remote control into the monitor and smashing it into pieces with raw fuckrage, she spoke with a tone of raw disgust.

"This is why nobody watches the NBA anymore, why bother with this when you can watch the NFL or the MLB... then again, that old fucker won another super bowl at the age of 90+ though to be fair, only now was he able to beat the GEQBUS."

Sanae thought about the Superbowl this year which was located on the moon, Tom Brady had unretired and joined the Patriots, winning a superbowl at the age of 90+ against an equally old Patrick Mahomes and the Kansas City Chiefs... it was the first superbowl in a while which didn't have the GEQBUS.

(What's that? That Superbowl is impossible because both teams are in the AFC... well too bad, this is fiction so fuck that nonsense.)

"Eh... sports are overrated, the Dodgers always sign all these free agents then get their butts kicked by some random team such as the Arizona Diamondbacks... and the Superbowl is always the same fucking teams!"

Sanae miraculously turned on the broken TV and she spoke to herself in solitude like a fucking schizophrenic.

"I wonder if those geriatrics are still arguing about Lebron's legacy, I get he's scored 100,000 points by playing until his 80s... but still hasn't won another chip outside of the damn bubble ring and the Washington Wizards are literally fucking the league with a flaming demon dildo." Sanae snickers, thinking about the 2020 "Mickey Mouse" ring and how it was played during the Covid season... none of those titles counted except for the NFL one.

"Then again, the Dodgers title doesn't count either... at least the Buccaneers had preseason games and at least the motherfucking Washington Wizards played actual seasons with a salary cap during their 30+ year dynasty... motherfucking Dominic Smith was a top ten hitter in 2020 and became a career minor leaguer after that season, hell... Luke Voit lead the league in home-runs that year..."

As the program continues, Shaq has the audacity to speak out some of the corporate garbage he was supposed to be shilling for and Sanae, coked out of her mind... snickers out of raw fuckrage.

"If you picked a FanDuel bet on Kenny Smith talking about LeBron's legacy, you win a $300 dollar payout if you bet $100 dollars and here are the latest bets to see if Ernie Johnson has to take a shit after the broadcast is over."

Sanae snickers and snorted some rainbow crack from her pocket, relaxing as she took a snort of this rainbow crack which she had gotten from the Rainbow Milf, Ragyo Kiryuin who had approached her in the alleys of Florida, that motherfucking crazy life-fibers bitch.

"Easy pick-up, of course that motherfucker couldn't resist talking about LeBron's legacy, ESPN has been milked dry of content when the superior league, the NFL isn't on... they might as well broadcast some TLC shit for all I care... I'd rather watch paint dry and staple my fingers to a motherfucking wall, fuck that shit."

With that, Sanae turned off the TV and looked at herself in the mirror... she saw a hot chick who could've been so much more had she not fallen into drug addiction... all because she listened to that bitch 10 years ago... that motherfucking rainbow MILF, Ragyo Kiryuin.

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Chapter 4: The Rainforest Cafe and the large Walmart Store.

Suggested Listening: Comedic Curtains - Mario & Luigi Dream Team

Years since Academy City integrated into the United States for some reason had passed, why the city had to become part of the United States was unknown but could be attributed to the sudden appearance of the city next to Houston, Texas... likely due to some utter bullshit which had happened after the Rapture caused the entirety of Academy City to be raptured to Houston, Texas... it was an unholy act of bullshit because while the city got raptured, the recidents got raptured into different areas which caused what was essentially a ghost-town in Houston, Texas... all of that technology was wasted on bullshit because of who knows what the fuck happened.

Since then, the place once known as Academy City has long been forgotten and is now considered part of Houston Texas, this caused Houston to become the second largest city in the United States by size as it essentially combined the sheer sizes of both cities together in an effective merger between cities and lastly, it is believed that the powers that most citizens possessed which were known as Esper powers have effectively been removed in order to work with this piece of nonsensical fiction, because having crazy abilities ruin the fun in my experience for this story unless I desire to write them in, especially if I need to perform an asspull which is probably likely considering the very nature of this story...

Saten Ruiko had found her new home in Houston, she lived alongside her good friend Uiharu Kazari for the time being and in most cases as they were raptured by the same house by sheer coincidence, every day was the same as the last one and everything was boring as fuck for them especially since Uiharu worked at a tech company and Ruiko was a so-called investor on R/WallStreetBets.

But today, those two find themselves at the Rainforest Cafe in the Gallerias in Houston, they dined upon an appetizer of fresh cheese sticks and entrees of Fried Chicken which was brought from an exclusive Dodo bird which was found frozen upon a glacier somewhere in the Arctic, scientists don't know if it is safe to eat and it costed a fuck-ton of money to eat such a piece of fried chicken, but then again... this was Dodo meat we were talking about, a rare delicacy that no longer existed in the modern era... it was like eating the flesh of a triceratops, when will you ever get to experience that ever again?

Ruiko dipped her chicken tender in the sweet and spicy hot sauce she ordered within the facility, she had spent over $1500 dollars on this chicken feast and she made sure to horde all of the chicken to herself while Uiharu ate "The Beastly Burger" with a side of Mojo Bones and Safari Fries, they talked over the food as they looked around the tacky rainforest scenery.

"Jeez Saten, why the fuck did you spend all of that money on some fried chicken... if you spend any more, you'll go broke!" Uiharu spoke with concern towards her friend and partner, Ruiko who munched on her special chicken tenders with elfin fervor... ripping them apart with her teeth and shoving them down her throat.

"Don't worry Ui~ha~ru~! I've got stocks in BBBY and GME, I've gone Y.O.L.O on my life savings to go big for this moment... either I win big or lose it all, Uiharu but don't worry, i've got plenty of apes on R/WallStreetBets to hold the line for me... to the moon baby🚀🚀🚀!" Ruiko responded as she ripped into her dodo tenders, they were a bit tough but surprisingly tasty and full of the unique flavor of the ancient frozen dodo.

"Saten... you can't just drop all your money into stocks, if they go down... you're fucked and will be forced to sell your house, your family and your fucking life!" Uiharu sighed and took a bite out of the Mojo Bones she ordered on the side, a pair of ribs that were filling and much cheaper than whatever Ruiko purchased... her concern for Ruiko was palpable and filled with raw fuckrage and confusion.

"You need to diversify your stocks, Saten... you can't just go Y.O.L.O like you did when you posted on r/wallstreetbets... I'm not kidding when I say that you will be fucked in a couple of years when both BBBY and GME collapse off a cliff."

Ruiko took a deep breath and began posting her latest earnings on r/wallstreetbets, she was addicted and claimed she would buy another stock for each upvote she received from the deal... she was planning on becoming abillionaire off GME and BBBY though little did she know her utter foolishness.

"I'll be fine, even if I end up fucked over by my stocks... I'll just run away from the government and live at the sea, I'll even see the fish and the ocean from the sea instead of working some bullshit low-income job and slave away all day" Ruiko responded softly as she thought about her future, she had spent roughly 100,000 stocks on Bed, Bath & Beyond stocks which she purchased at $28 dollars, she hoped they would ascend to over $200 dollars eventually and become fucking loaded and rich as fuck, then she would live out her dreams of having sex for once and shoving down more chicken tenders down her throat.

(Note: BBBY is currently listed at $0.08, Ruiko would be millions in debt.)

Uiharu who was still dining upon her burger and ribs, begins to slow down and orders a box for to-go, Ruiko having finished her Dodo tenders began to stand up and she paid the check with those stocks she owned, she also spent plenty of money on crypto and like a true investor, NFTs and DogeCoin.

As they exit the Rainforest Cafe, they enter the massive Walmart store which had been built over the entire Galleria mall in Houston, essentially... a Walmart was built over the entire mall which now covers the galleria like a massive blanket of death, it was a mall inside of a massive Walmart store and it was like something out of the movie, Idiocracy.

Kuroko who was secretly dining with them this whole time was walking across the halls when she was nearly crushed by a giant forklift which was driving past the halls near the Versace store! These forklifts drove with reckless abandon across the mall, smushing everything that dared to stand in its path... getting steamrolled harder than the Broncos did against the Dolphins when they allowed 70 points.

"What the fuck?! Who drives a forklift in the middle of a fucking mall?!" Saten yelled with a strutting panic, meanwhile Kuroko who was just inserted into the story said nothing as she was depressed about her "sissy" being in New York as Misaka, who had somehow been raptured across the world and into New York was now separated from them... like an ant who got swept up in the river while riding onto a leaf... Misaka was raptured to New York and forever separated from the rest of them... just like that same ant being separated from its colony and probably killed by something due to the removal of Misaka's RAILGUN.

"Yeah, ever since Walmart bought out the galleria mall... we've been having those incidents lately, it's not uncommon for toddlers, idiots, mentally ill, homeless and people to be squashed up by those damn things... though I can't get too mad I guess, I got my drivers license at Walmart..." Uiharu suggested, she revealed her drivers license which she got at Walmart, Houston as a city was owned by Walmart which meant that the galleria mall functioned as not only a mall, but as Walmart's flagship store which essentially meant that the city was doomed from the start.

Navigating the halls, Ruiko, Uiharu and the silent Kuroko Shirai are walking across the malls and making sure to avoid those fuckin' forklifts which seemingly come out from every corner of the building without any rhyme or reason, they were like massive and annoying deathtraps which were hell-bent on taking out their lives and wiping them off the census and sending them to the shadow realm. It seemed people still flock to this mall even despite all of the dangers of the forklifts and that's because the Galleria mall had some of the lowest prices in the entire world relative to the cost of the actual item, the only exception being food of course which was overpriced by default.

For the dangers of potentially being smashed to pieces by a giant forklift, you could buy a $700 dollar Louis Vuitton shirt for only $200! If you could potentially survive the danger of roaming forklifts, you could strike gold with some of these things and go on a fucking spree which would probably be abruptly ended by a forklift.

"Ruiko, Uiharu... I have to go to the bathroom, can you two wait here for a second?" Kuroko spoke as she had to pee badly it seemed, the two nodded and allow her to take a piss and they waited near the walls.

An hour passes by and the two girls are talking about Uiharu's drivers license at Walmart, as nonsensical as it sounded and as utterly foolish and inane as it was... who the fuck cared about the fucking license anyways?

"I never knew you could get your driver's license at Walmart, how is that even possible?! Sounds irresponsible as fuck..." Ruiko was shocked, but then again... they were staying at a galleria mall which was built inside an even larger Walmart grocery store, "anything is possible in this fucking shitheap."

"Yeah, I've heard you can also study for law at Costco, though I wouldn't recommend it at all... it's not that good... plus they say Welcome to Costco, I love you all the damn time." Uiharu responded as she adjusted the headband made of artificial flowers that she owned, she also adjusted a souvenir of her life in Academy City, that being her green Judgement band on her arm which she owned back during her days at Academy City... back when she witnessed Mikoto Misaka face up against some deranged bitch named Therestina Kihara Lifeline that one time.

Two hours pass since Kuroko had gone to the bathroom and Ruiko begins to ponder before eventually, her concern reached the surface of her mouth and she spoke up with concern... it spills out of her mouth.

"Yo, Uiharu... hasn't it been awhile since Kuroko went to take a leak... do people really piss for two hours straight, is she fuckin' bating or something?" Ruiko responded with the utmost concern in her tone, "Maybe she's a fuckin' degenerate."

"Yeah... or maybe she got run over by a forklift or something, but I don't think Kuroko is the type of dumbass to die like that... let's search after her... I bet she's probably jerkin' it to photos of Misaka or some stupid shit like that."

Uiharu and Ruiko begin searching the mall for clues on Kuroko's disappearance, they searched every last bathroom until they found one at the very end of the mall... it looked shady as fuck and sketchy like that bitch-ass Goro Akechi... fucking bastard.

On the way there, they found a water fountain which sprouted from the ground, there was a small sign at the top which said "Drink Water from the Fountain?"

"Saten... I don't think we should drink that... looks like drugs n' shit" Uiharu warned, but Saten was thirsty and drank anyways... she enticed Uiharu to drink as well like a witch or succubus seducing its prey.

The fresh sweet taste and lovely scent of the water courses through Ruiko's and Uiharu's bodies, plunging them into a deep sleep. In time, a pleasant smell wafts into their noses and pulls them from their deep slumber. Lured by the wonderful scent, Ruiko and Uiharu press forward. Their bodies feel oddly light. Their legs flex into the earth. Their Boobs flutter like balloons in the mountain breeze. The smell grows stronger. They travel for great leagues... Or do they barely travel at all? Soon they find the smell's source." They find endless mushrooms. An unimaginable mound of mushrooms. MUSHROOMS! Ruiko jumps into the mushroom pile... Uiharu leaps into the mushroom pile... They chew and inhale mushrooms... They devour as many as they can, their banquet interrupted by no one. They know not how much they ate. A white cloud appears beside Ruiko. Her hands caress the atmosphere. Her soaking loafers absorb the sea. Hills shrink... No! The girls are huge! They have grown as big as the island! Thousands of times bigger than life! A finger flick could smash the Earth! There is nothing for them to fear. In this moment, they are ecstatic. Soon after that, they realize they cannot go back to normal... GAME OVER

"Ruiko! Uiharu! WAKE UP! NOW!" A voice calls out to them, it was Kuroko Shirai who stood at the entrance to the girls bathroom... it looked like she had seen something judging by the look in her eyes which defied all logic and reasoning, just like this fucking fanfic.

"H-holy fuck, thank god that we were only dreaming... t-that was some fucked-up shit..." Ruiko woke up alongside Uiharu... they approached Kuroko Shirai who had looked at them with annoyance.

"You two... can you guys help me out, the toilet keeps on erupting out green goo like a fucking fountain and no matter how much I plunge the damn thing, it won't fucking stop!" Kuroko complains as she thought about Mikoto Misaka.

"Sure thing, we can help you out... can't be that bad, probably a fucking clog because some fucking idiot decided to put toilet paper in there..." Uiharu responded as they all head to the last stall in the bathroom... the three girls begin to plunge the toilet in unison until it flushes and gurgles with a swirl.

"Haha, finally... we got it to flush! Take that you fucking toilet" Kuroko pumped her fist, the three girls clapped their hands with glee after plunging the toilet with the power of love and friendship.

"So that's what took you so long, thank god... I thought you got crushed by a forklift and became another statistic to the forklift death count..." Ruiko chuckles in relief as the wild scenarios they had imagined all became nothing but IMAGINATION.

"Yeah, we thought you became another casualty of the Forklifts, but we know you wouldn't really die to one... you're not stupid enough to get killed by those fucking things" Uiharu added, thinking about all the fucking idiots who had been killed by the forklifts and steamrollers.

"Yeah, I just needed help plunging this damn toilet... but now look at it, it's good as new! Didn't even need to call a damn plumber this time around!" Kuroko smirked as she looked down at the toilet.

But that was until something very unusual happened, a song could be heard from the toilet... a melodic and hypnotic chant could be heard as suddenly... a human head appears from the toilet and bites Kuroko's head off... like some shit out of Puella Magi Madoka Magica! Kuroko squirmed in the grasp of the jaws before her body fell limp and her head was removed... Ruiko and Uiharu screamed and ran off in a panic as Kuroko was decapitated by the mysterious creature.

Ruiko and Uiharu stumbled over each other in their frantic attempt to escape, their screams echoing through the empty bathroom as the headless corpse of Kuroko Shirai was left inside of the stall, now being devoured by the mysterious toilet creature.

Uiharu's breath hitched as she glanced back, the sight of Kuroko's headless body seared into her mind. "What the hell was that?!" she shrieked, her voice trembling with terror. Her eyes were wide with disbelief, trying to make sense of the grotesque scene they had just witnessed.

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Chapter 5: Where the Dead Go to Die

Suggested Listening - Whatever you damn like, story goes better with music

"Hold up, what the fuck is going on...?!" Nico Yazawa spoke nervously, she could feel her legs shaking as people screamed in raw apoplectic horror, as if a zombie apocalypse had broken out all of the sudden in the middle of a damn mall in Houston, the Galleria/Walmart Mall.

It seemed all of the Muse girls were stunned by the outrage happening at the mall, it seemed like something that was beyond comprehension and something unspeakably evil was happening before their eyes... just what the fuck was going on here?!

"Attention Shoppers, we are aware of an incident which occurred in the farthest bathroom in the mall... we advise everyone not to panic and to calmly evacuate safely and orderly from the Galleria Shopping Mall in Houston, Texas. I rest assure that everyone will be safe from whatever is- AAHHGHJGDHKJGHKJDGHKJDHG!"

"What the fuck, did the PA just fucking die in front of our eyes... this is so fucked...!" Eli Ayase, the blonde russian of Muse spoke up with a worried tone... her hands were shaking as she cracked her knuckles, ready to slay whatever the fuck was lurking in this fucking mall.

That's when it happened, the unspeakable horror and evil which haunted this mall began to speak from the speakers across the mall... making sure everyone and everything heard its words.

"Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

"What...? Isn't that the song from those weird videos kids watch nowadays?" Umi Sonoda, the shy one spoke up with a look of confusion which was present through all of their faces. This was no ordinary message, it was as horrifying as it was strange.

Loud screams erupted across the mall as suddenly, every toilet in the mall began to move... human faces were sprouted out of the toilet bowls like something out of a fucked-up horror film... but this was reality and even worse, some of the Muse members were already being devoured and ripped apart by the putrescent teeth of angry toilet bowls!

"Rin... Hanayo! Get off my friends you pieces of porcelain!" Honoka cries out in agony, she began to burst at the seams with tears as she runs at the toilets with reckless abandon and an elfin fervor which shocks Nozomi Tojo.

"Honoka, stand back... you can't!"

Nozomi yelled in concern for her fellow friend and idol member, but who could blame Honoka who just lost two of her friends to these repulsive toilet monsters which did nothing more than sing and eat human flesh.

"Die... DIE YOU PIECES OF SHIT... I-I'LL..." Honoka stammered, they had nothing to combat these voracious toilet monsters and as a result... the remaining members of Muse had to scram, leaving the corpses of both Rin Hoshizora and Hanayo Koizumi to be voraciously ripped apart by the hungry toilet faces which continued their wonderful chants of "Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb" endlessly and incessantly.

The remaining Muse members/Weapons

Honoka Kousaka - No Weapon

Eli Ayase - No Weapon

Kotori Minami - No Weapon

Umi Sonoda - No Weapon

Maki Nishikino - No Weapon

Nozomi Tojo - No Weapon

Nico Yazawa - No Weapon

"I believe the exit is this way, hurry up everyone... it seems every toilet here has become one of them..." Kotori spoke with a frightful tone, even the upper-classmen of Muse were panicking due to the severity of this incident... Honoka was still shaken up and crying, though she followed the remaining of her idol members into the escape from the horrific mall and they were greeted by an assortment of police vehicles and military personel which seemingly came after reports of whatever those new toilet things were... it seemed like they were inspired by the weird videos that Gen Alpha seems to watch nowadays on repeat and while young... now those things were REALITY.

"Are there any survivors you know of who are in the mall, you girls?" A military officer, a tall Chinese man spoke up as he touted his machine gun... ready to blast whatever was inside that damn galleria building once everyone evacuated quickly and quietly.

"Two of my friends... are dead, they've been devoured by evil singing toilets with human heads..." Honoka muttered out, she was still panting as she described what the monsters looked like...

The seven remaining members of Muse continue to leave the mall as planes begin to crash and people begin to scream again, the entire city of Houston, Texas was caught up in a gigantic hellhole as the unspeakable horrors of their situation dawned upon them.

Every single toilet... was being converted into what Eli Ayase dubbed as the "Skibidi Toilet."

"This... this is a nightmare, why is this happening..."Maki Nishikino spoke up in raw disbelief, every toilet in this city was being converted into a Skibidi Toilet, the haunting chants of the Skibidi toilets can be heard from miles away as various news stations began to report upon the crazy scene which was happening in Houston, Texas.

"Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

"Goddamn that everpresent sound, it's killing my ears!" Nico Yazawa, most famous for her "Nico Nico Nii" schtick was covering her ears in pain as the sounds of many Skibidi Toilets began to flood the streets with their incessant singing which permeates throughout the air.

"Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

"Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

"Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

Eli Ayase began to look around the rapidly deteriorating land of Houston, Texas... it seemed this was no longer a minor problem but now a massive infestation of Skibidi Toilets which began to take hold of this city.

"To Minute Maid Park... let's barricade in the stadium for now, it's too hot to move and we can't find any damn cars..." Eli swore under her breath, with Honoka still badly shaken and terrified... she would have to assume her new position as the temporary leader of the group... they needed to find themselves something to arm themselves with and quickly because in their current state, they could absolutely not defeat a Skibidi Toilet and the Baseball Stadium, Minute Maid Park would likely have some baseball bats they could arm themselves with and with the massive gates... they could potentially secure a livable environment.

Additionally, the stadium likely had lots of canned foods in order to feed entire baseball crowds during Houston Astros home games which would service to feed them and lastly... suites could serve as perfect sleeping spots for them to rest.

"just remember girls, whenever the situation becomes shitty enough for us... we will abandon the Park and find a way out of this city..." Eli continued, they arrived at the tall gates of the Minute Maid Park in Houston... Eli and the girls climbed over the large gates which luckily... a Skibidi Toilet couldn't climb over.

Quicking sneaking into the now abandoned dugout of the Houston Astros Baseball Club, the girls quickly pick-up a bunch of baseball bats... though they were unfortunately made out of wood.

"Not the best weapon, but it'll do when smashing in those toilet fuckers" Kotori spoke bitterly as Umi Sonoda spoke up with a concise tone, she pointed at something and warned the other members of Muse.

"Skibidi Toilet Alert"

Without wasting any time, the three eldest members of the group... Eli, Nozomi and Nico began marching towards the toilet and with a quick swing... they bludgeoned the toilet before Nico cleverly found the flushing handle.

"Say bye bye, toilet bitch" Nico smirked and watched as the Skibidi Toilet was dismantled fairly quickly...

"Seems like they're fairly easy to deal with if left alone, as long as they don't get the jump on you that is..." Nozomi observed, they begin to smash the toilet to pieces with their wooden bats.

"Now that I think about it, shouldn't we go clear out this stadium... so that it's 100% Skibidi free?" Eli offered as she gently washed the blood off her wooden baseball bat, the other girls nodded in unison.

"Absolutely, we cannot let ourselves be eaten by Skibidi Toilets when we sleep tonight..." Kotori responded with a nod, followed by Honoka, Umi and Maki who also nodded with determination... though Honoka was still shaken up and she had relinquished the leadership roles to Eli Ayase who was more suited for dealing with Skibidi Toilets at the moment.

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Chapter 6: The Fall of the Human Dynasty

Suggested Listening: Tribes & Tribulations - Bloons Tower Defense 6/B.T.D.6

Sanae stared at the TV like a human zombie, her mouth wide open and drooling like a fool in the making, though she was already a drug-laced, addicted fool... she pulled out a syringe which was loaded with the dreams of the deceased which she had extracted from the memory glands of human cadavers in the morgue that one time.

"Aww fuckin' hell, why am I so damn broken... why did I become this way?" /c/

Sanae spoke to herself as she saw her reflection on the window, she was a hot and sexy shrine maiden... now a drug addict who drifted through her life with these new and powerful drugs which she injected into her brain.

Sanae distinctively remembers many different wild trips she took while on the liquid memory drugs, she rememebers being surrounded by giant floating dogs with giant bug heads and various shadowy men with singular eyes and a group of violent terrorists with the heads of emojis which were connected by fiber optics which were obtained through a Zelda dungeon chest.

But Sanae had enough of her drug addiction because she figured that she could become something much greater than what she was now, she could transcend beyond the boundary of being a pathetic and lowly piece of trash... so she did.

Sanae cleaned up her act and began to eat her vitamins, eat her veggies and work-out every day to get a sexy butt... though she was still addicted to TV, at least she was clean and healthy now.

The last thing that Sanae did to cure herself of her addiction to cocaine, LSD, weed, meth and liquid memories was to abandon her fandom in the Carolina Panthers and become a fan of a REAL N.F.L Team like the motherfucking Vikings who became a dynasty under the G.E.Q.B.U.S that is Sam Darnold who signed a contract with the Minnesita Vikings at the age of 50+ after obtaining 15 Superbowls with the Minnesota Vikings after signing with them harmlessly in 2024 which felt like ages ago.

It was under the rule of the G.E.Q.B.U.S A.K.A God Emperor Quarterback Of The United States that the Minnesota Vikings ascended into becoming an NFL dynasty and it was under G.E.Q.B.U.S's rule that they crushed the Kansas City Chiefs AND the New England Patriots at the SAME time when both former dynasties converged into a freak monstrosity of power... but none could oppose the power of the G.E.Q.B.U.S once he escaped from the evil clutches of the New York Jets and the Carolina Panthers who have continued to suck balls because of how they attempted to ruin Sam Darnold, the G.E.Q.B.U.S.

Sanae was clean now and repping her Purple Vikings Jersey in her home, she was a tad annoyed that ESPN was talking about LeBron's legacy still despite Sam Darnold surpassing both Patrick Mahomes II and Tom Brady in Superbowl Victories.

But she wasn't a lowly druggie anymore for she was saved by becoming a Sam Darnold fan so she held in the urge to punch the TV this time around, she had officially reached the self-restraint of the average human being... yet Sanae felt like a new person, as if she awakened from her previous sinful flesh and became an entirely new being... it was liberating to the highest degree.

And yet, all of her progress as a human being... all of her blood, sweat and tears that she poured into curbing her loathsome drug addiction was instantly rendered useless as the constant spew of ESPN slop was suddenly replaced by the newly formed news corporation known as Bunbunmaru News which spawned from the Bunbunmaru Newspaper, Sanae remembered back when it was a shitty tabloid newspaper run by that damn bird bitch.

BREAKING NEWS: Invasion of "Skibidi Toilets" causes chaos in Houstons Galleria Mall, multiple dead.

In an unexpected turn of events, a group of Skibidi Toilets invaded a bustling mall in Houston, Texas, leaving shoppers and staff in a state of confusion and panic as seemingly normal toilets are being turned into evil "Skibidi Toilets" which have begun devouring human beings, multiple have been confirmed dead as of today.

Sanae chuckled in relative amusement, not because she was a degenerate but because she was conditioned to the idea that the Bunbunmaru News Corporation was fake bullshit news, she thought that it was all an act and that nobody really died, how foolish, dumb, idiotic and naive she was... dumb green haired, washed-up shrine maiden.

The sounds of pipes bursting can be heard from afar and Sanae approached the bathroom where the sounds likely came from, she didn't know why she was nervous... what was there to be nervous about, surely those so-called "Skibidi Toilets" weren't real... Bunbunmaru news was never real, it had a pivotal role in people buying the specialized "S.T.P.M" Toilets by claiming they were cleaner, cheaper and capable of self-cleaning... they were decent toilets but nothing nearly as valuable as claimed.

But as Sanae took a look at her bathroom, a loud roar could be heard out of her S.T.P.M Toilet and then... that same chant, that same haunting chant that angered her greatly... the same hypnotic chant that everyone recognized from years prior.

"Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

"Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

"Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

"Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

The great descendant of a goddess, the great Sanae Kochiya trembled in her boots as she heard this hellacious chant, she felt like ice was being dragged down her back as a great chill rose through her spine... they were real... the "Skibidi Toilet" was a real thing and as per the news story claimed, they were deadly and capable of devouring man.

The Skibidi toilet locked onto Sanae with an infernal gaze, the Skibidi toilet approaches Sanae Kochiya, eager to headbutt her and knock her down... it's large neck extends very far and it smiles with an ugly and horrific grin as its face rapidly approaches Sanae and knocks her down onto the floor.

"Brr Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes Skibidi tapuled deip deip. Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes Skibidi tapuled deip deip"

As Sanae is knocked onto the floor, she looks up in horror as the toilet stares her down and with its long neck, it begins to descend upon her exposed body... ready to tear her body into pieces of flesh and sink its ugly and putriscent teeth into her.

Thinking quickly, Sanae grabs the head of the Skibidi toilet before it can sink its teeth into her vulnerable form, she struggles with all her might to keep the Skibidi Toilet head from digging its teeth into her body.

"Get off me, you filthy thing!"

Sanae cries out as she tries to push the head away from her body, she makes sure to be careful that it doesn't accidentally bite her arm off, the Skibidi Toilet emits a gurgling growl, its teeth gnashing dangerously close to Sanae's arm.

"Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

It's haunting and unending chant was constant and uninterrupted, the struggle continues with this evil chant continuing to permeate through Sanae's home in Aventura, Florida.

"Someone, help!"

With adrenaline coursing through her veins, Sanae puts all her strength into prying the creature's head away from her. But it's relentless, thrashing and snapping with surprising force.

"Why won't you just let go?!"

Sanae felt as if her arms were about to give out, this toilet was just too strong to be taken on without any weapons, especially since Sanae used a slightly bigger toilet than most people used.

The toilet's head emits a high-pitched screech, sending shivers down Sanae's spine. She feels panic rising within her, but she refuses to give up... but the toilet begins to shake in an insane frenzy as its chant got deranged.

"SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI!"

Sanae was in the fight of her life, she knew that if this had happened back when she was a druggie... she would've long since died, but not this time... she wasn't going to die to a damn toilet creature... not today at least.

"I WILL NOT DIE TO A TOILET!" Sanae roared as she escapes the toilet's grasp, while they had strength... they lacked mobility and agility which Sanae used to escape her horrific predicament, being chased by a toilet...

chaos reigns as the Skibidi toilets overrun the streets of Florida. The once vibrant cityscape is now a scene of utter devastation. Skibidi toilets roam freely, their grotesque forms clattering and skittering over pavement and through buildings, leaving destruction in their wake...

Sanae rushes through the entrance of the Aventura Mall, her breath ragged from the struggle with the Skibidi toilet which had nearly ripped her apart with its teeth, Sanae spotted a familiar face in the mall... a familar face from her Gensokyo days, Reimu.

"REIMU...! There are a bunch of crazy-ass toilets running around and trying to kill us outside of this mall! The Skibidi toilets are everywhere, and they're attacking people!" Sanae spoke with a panicked tone, she was out of breath and terrified... Reimu looked at her blankly.

Reimu sighed and responded with a bored and annoyed tone, "Geez... I heard you became addicted to drugs, but I sure didn't know it was this bad..."

Sanae continued to speak frantically, she was attacked by a toilet and she knew it.

"Reimu I swear, there are thousands of evil singing toilets that are known as "Skibidi Toilets..." I know it sounds crazy, but it's true! They're like... living toilets, and they're rampaging through the world..."

Reimu's brow furrows in concern as she processes the information, she rolled her eyes and spoke with an ignorant tone of voice...

"What the FUCK are you talking about?"

Then... the large entrance of the mall blew up.

As Sanae hastily discuss the imminent threat of the Skibidi toilets, a sudden tremor rocks the ground beneath them. The air crackles with tension, and a distant rumble grows steadily louder, like the ominous approach of a thunderstorm. Then, without warning, a blinding explosion illuminates the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the landscape.

The force of the blast sends shockwaves rippling through the air, rattling windows and causing debris to rain down from above. The ground shudders beneath their feet, threatening to give way at any moment.

Flames erupt into the sky, painting it a fiery orange as billowing plumes of smoke rise high into the air, obscuring the once clear vista. The acrid smell of burning debris fills the air, stinging their nostrils and choking their lungs.

The next thing that Reimu and Sanae heard was a loud scream that was somehow louder than the sound of the loud explosion, a scream of horror and terror.

"AHHH... DON'T WORRY RUBY, WE WILL BE ALRIGHT... I PROMISE..."

Reimu and Sanae spot two trembling girls, likely sisters in the middle of the mall during the chaos... they knew they had to save them

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Chapter 7: The Aventura Mall

Suggested Listening: Over - Umineko: When They Cry

"Skibidi is Love, Skibidi is Life... it's all over now..." Reimu spoke as her eyes widened at the fact that Sanae was not bullshitting this time around, this was real shit... and these "Skibidi Toilet" fuckers were real and devouring people like how a kid would devour Olive Garden Breadsticks.

There was no mercy to their actions, they devoured people like they were candies... ripping, biting and chewing them into oblivion and beyond repair... Sanae and Reimu were disgusted.

As Sanae and Reimu navigate through the Aventura Mall, they're met with scenes of utter chaos. Shouts and screams pierce the air as panicked shoppers scramble for safety, their faces etched with fear. Skibidi toilets, their twisted forms rolling and lurching, wreak havoc throughout the once bustling mall... Storefronts are smashed to splinters, their contents strewn across the floor in a chaotic mess. Clothes racks topple over, sending garments flying in all directions. The sound of breaking glass echoes through the halls as windows shatter under the relentless assault of the malevolent toilets with human heads... The Skibidi toilets continue their rampage, their grotesque forms crashing through walls and tearing apart everything in their path. It's a scene of pure chaos, a nightmare come to life in the heart of the once vibrant shopping center which had been based in Aventura, Florida... it was one of the largest shopping malls in the United States and speaking of which, why have both Skibidi toilet invasions started in MALLS of all places, how uncreative and lame of the writer SMH.

Sanae and Reimu expertly navigate the rubble from the destroyed wall of the mall... piles of festering glass began to appear on the ground which made it harder for the two girls to navigate, one mistake could mean injury or death... what a harsh punishment for a simple fuck-up, but such was life... life isn't fair, Reimu knew that better than anyone as she was a poor girl who worked bagging groceries all day, fuck that shit...

Sanae carefully steps on top of the rocky rubble, avoiding the sharp glass at all costs and expertly doing so alongside Reimu who follows closely after her... and once they skip the rival, they leap into the frey!

"We're going to save you girls... I promise!" Sanae yelled as she and Reimu pull the two terrified girls aside and take them to a small safe room which was located in the top offices of a Neiman Marcus at the 3rd floor of the mall where the Skibidi Toilets struggled to reach, there were probably hundreds of people in the Third floor of Neiman Marcus which was already located on the second floor of the Mall... it was the highest point of the mall and the hardest for the Skibidi Toilets to arrive to.

"Hey... are you two okay?!" Sanae spoke with the utmost concern, she looked at the trembling sisters and the eldest one spoke up for the younger and terrified sister... they both looked like school idols.

"W-we're alright... but my little sister is scared, what happened..." Dia spoke with a fearful tone, it was an awful experience to be stuck in a mall which was being terrorized by Skibidi Toilets.

Clinging to her elder sister tightly in the very cramped Neiman Marcus, Ruby cuddled close to her sister and spoke nervously... she had the expression of horror, as if she had seen a ghost...

"I-I... my prediction..." Ruby spoke fearfully, she remembered back to the things she said earlier about how the world was going to be overrun by evil singing toilets... and these evil "Skibidi Toilets" would chant their evil and hynotic chant.

"brrr skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb"

Ruby's playful "end of the world" prediction became REAL... and that very realization haunted and shook her to the core, she began to shift her weight uncomfortably as she began to feel stressed.

"I-I'm sorry..." Ruby muttered out nervously as Sanae, Reimu and Dia look at her quizzically, what was there to be sorry about?

"Sorry about what... you didn't cause this, did you...?" Reimu raised an eyebrow, looking at the younger Kurosawa sister with confusion and intrigue.

Ruby began to sweat and she felt lightheaded, like she did something wrong... she had predicted the future with her predicative words of death, could her seemingly innocent end of world joke become reality and kill people...

"I-I said the world would end with a bunch of evil singing toilets... and it looks like they became reality, I-I'm sorry..." Ruby felt incredible amounts of guilt, even if she had done nothing... it was all just a massive coincidence, surely it was.

Sanae and Dia comfort the little Ruby, Reimu meanwhile was on the lookout and she quickly spotted a familiar two girls from Gensokyo, Kaguya Houraisan and Fujiwara No Mokou, they were together and holding candlesticks which they retrieved from a boring furniture store.

"Yo.. Kaguya, Mokou... surprised you two aren't trying to kill each other, even during this Skibidipocalypse..." Reimu spoke sarcastically... ]

"Shut the fuck up, Reimu... we're gonna go back to fighting each other once this toilet shit ends, but first... we've gotta survive this damn shit, its kinda tough having to protect this dumbass weeb."

Mokou points at Kaguya who was busy performing Katana poses with the candlestick, she accidentally pokes an old boomer who snorted and spoke bitterly, even though all the boomers would be dead by 2060, so lets call him a zoomer.

"Kids these days..."

The Old fucker fucked off and went downstares, due to the low attentions spans of the Zoomer generation however... he forgot there were hundreds of Skibidi Toilets eager to feast on his flesh... he was ripped apart and asunder... Kaguya was still making katana poses and acting like a weeb, she was a pathetic NEET of all things... a lazy creature which Mokou hated.

"What the fuck is Kaguya doing?" Reimu looked at Kaguya with an incredulous look, she was confused as to what Kaguya was doing with a literal candlestick in her hands, she looked like a fool.

Mokou sighed and explained that Kaguya was a geeky dumbass, she was a weeb who thought the candlestick was a katana because she was delusional, "She thinks that she is swinging a katana, I know... that is probably the stupidest thing you have ever heard... but she is one of those weebs."

A large TV at the Neiman Marcus showed how the Skibidi Toilets have begun to appear everywhere and have begun devouring everything, chaos began to envelop the world and anarchy began to rise...

Gunshots began to ring as anarchy began to erupt in the mall, people screamed as all hell broke lose... Sanae, Reimu, Dia, Ruby, Mokou and Kaguya were all shocked into action... they each felt adrenaline course through their veins as the threat wasn't just from the Skibidi Toilets, but by Anarchists as well... those opportunistic fucks who waited for an apocalypse to take advantage of the lawlessness, fuckin' preppers.

Sanae's heart raced as chaos consumed the once bustling mall. She grabbed Reimu's hand, her grip tight with fear, and yelled over the gunfire, "We have to get out of here, now!"

There was no time to designate a leader, they had to make a break for it, they either had to live... or they had to die by Skibidi Toilet or by Gunshots, all of the girls were terrified and in panic... it was beyond terrifying to be stuck in such a hellacious situation which threatened to murder them all... they had all just met today with the exceptions of Dia/Ruby and Mokou/Kaguya and they now had to form a ragtag group of survivors amongst each other, they were once strangers... now a fully fledged group, even enemies became partners in survival.

Reimu nodded, her expression grim. "Agreed. Follow me, we'll head for the emergency exits."

Reimu searches for exits from the mall, the top of Neiman Marcus was now the worst place to be as there were no ways to escape onto the outside of the mall, unless you wanted to die from plummeting 100 feet to your death that is and scanning the area around her, Reimu finally spotted the still-running escalators which would provide escape from the anarchy and battle that was happening on the top floor.

Dia, Ruby, Mokou, and Kaguya joined them, their faces a mixture of terror and determination. Together, they navigated through the panicked crowd, dodging overturned kiosks and desperate shoppers who were either killed or panicking and eratic, it was like navigating through a sandstorm of people and at any second, a bullet could dig through their body and murder the shit out of them.

Rushing throught the vast sea of panicking people, they begin to see the large escalators which can provide their escape to the main mall where there was more space and most of all, more escapes to the outside where they could distance themselves from other people... the six girls begin running down the escalators which were going down... they miraculously don't trip and find themselves upon the second floor of Neiman Marcus, so they repeat the process as the mass cacaphony of screams becomes nearly unbearable as people are being shot, devoured or trampled by others... upon taking the second escalator down, they arrive at the first floor where they were assaulted by the smell of around 100 different perfumes at the same time, mainly as they had all been spilt by the vast amount of people who were tumbling out of Neiman Marcus, blood lining the floor as many people were shot or trampled... and even worse, the Skibidi Toilets were waiting outside the entrance to kill those who were fleeing Neiman Marcus.

Imagine the entire population of one of the largest malls in the United States, imagine all of those people crammed into a Neiman Marcus... it was mass chaos and with how many people who were trying to exit, it was a miracle that none of the girls was trampled, especially the little Ruby who's skull could've been split like a coconut had she have been trampled in such a way... but the escape wasn't over yet, even if they were on the bottom floor.

Seeing the Skibidi Toilets who crowded the entrance to Neiman Marcus, their eyes widened in horror... this left the people in a horrific predicament of staying at Neiman Marcus and likely being shot and looted... or barging into the crowd of Skibidi Toilets who were eager to rip people apart and asunder... Dia's pupils shook and trembled in horror as people rushed into the crowd of Skibidi Toilets and were torn apart by the Skibidi toilets, killing them very quickly and violently... only leaving a pair of bones to spare, the Skibidi Toilets ate the meat of the people like how a human might eat a pair of baby back ribs... soft, meaty and tender.

Reimu began to shout at her comrades, only Kaguya and Mokou were armed at the time and Reimu had a plan on how to barge past the Skibidi Toilets, she spoke with a harsh and sargeant-like tone.

"Mokou, Kaguya... point yout sharp candlesticks and charge at full speed, don't stop... we will be right behind you guys, just yolo it... if you DIE you DIE" Reimu spoke, she wasn't very convincing, but Kaguya sighed.

"That shit only works in Anime... and I believe that I am an anime protagonist, so fuck it... lets rock this joint!" Kaguya smirked and readied her candlestick which she viewed as the spear of the Great Remilia Scarlet, Gungnir... Mokou wasn't convinced but seeing how people were now starting to be killed in the second floor, she didn't mind anymore and she went for it... the two of them charge through the horde of Skibidi Toilets, their sharp candlesticks intimidate them from trying to eat them... the following members such as Reimu, Sanae, Dia and Ruby follow shortly after them... though Ruby needed to have her hand held or she might've tripped or had her flesh stripped off her bone by a crazy Skibidi Toilet.

As they reached the emergency exits, they were met with a grim sight... The doors were blocked by heavy debris, likely the result of the chaos unfolding inside and outside simulataneously, what an unfortunate and fucked-up sight...

"We need to find another way out," Mokou said, her voice tense... she normally didn't get scared, but realizing they couldn't escape from the rapidly deteriorating mall was a horrible feeling, especially when they saw a group of smaller Skibidi Toilets slowly chasing after them... their chants continued as they endlessly charged at them.

SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI!

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SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI!

SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI!

SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI!

SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI!

SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI!

SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI!

SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI!

SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI!

SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI!

SKIBIDI...

The last "Skibidi" was slightly deeper than the other ones, that was because the Skibidi Toilet that chanted it was slightly bigger than the average toilet, a frightening sight for the survivor group... as Reimu and Mokou continue trying to beat down the door, Sanae begins to panic slightly... Sanae scanned the area frantically, her mind racing for a solution. "There's a service corridor nearby," she said, pointing in the direction she remembered. "It should lead us to another exit."

With little hesitation, the group followed Sanae as she led them through the labyrinth of corridors of the mall... they were shockingly empty and isolated from everything else which made them pieceful, yet terrifying as the sounds of violence echoed around them, a constant reminder of the danger they faced and a shockingly weird way, the empty and desolate labyrinth of corridors in the mall reminded Ruby and Dia of the Backrooms they used to joke about.

The only sounds that can be heard are the sounds of violence erupting from where people were being slayed by the anarchists, the constant repetetive loop of "Skibidi" chants and most importantly... the loud sound of the clock in the distance which only added to the mysteriousness of these corridors.

Finally, they emerged into the service corridor, dimly lit and filled with the scent of stale air. They hurried along, their footsteps echoing against the concrete floor, as they reached the end of the corridor, they found themselves faced with a heavy metal door which was heavily rusted and with a collective effort, they pushed it open, revealing a world vastly different from the one they left behind... this was the new world, it was dead...

Outside, the once bustling city now lay in ruins and urban decay. Buildings stood charred and crumbling like scattered lego towers, the sky choked with smoke and ash, turning into an eerie blood red hue, In the distance, they could hear the distant wail of sirens and the rumble of explosions from crumbling towers, anarchists and evil Skibidi Toilet monsters who caused the explosions...

One particular explosion rocked the base of the earth, the earth groaned and shook again as it the explosion filled the skies with its dreadful blasts, from the explosion could the same Skibidi chants be heard.

Skibidi Skibidi Skibidi...

"We're not safe here," Dia said, her voice barely above a whisper, she couldn't believe just how quickly the world around them had faltered following the Skibidi-pocalypse, it was a truly nightmarish scenario of epic proportions...

"We need to keep moving," Reimu replied, her gaze steely with determination... she didn't want her comrades to die, not today... she wants to survive alongside them... "We must escape this city... we have to find somewhere rural and isolated from the cities, the toilets will probably congregate around where the people are so they can devour them..."

With a silent agreement, they set off into the post-apocalyptic world, uncertain of what lay ahead but determined to face it together... they had to be strong, they had to be brave to traverse the nightmarish world that was now presented to them... this was reality now and they had to face it head on, just how Kaguya and Mokou did with the Skibidi Toilets...

The remaining Aventura Mall Survivors/Weapons/Status

Reimu Hakurei - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Sanae Kochiya - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Kaguya Houraisan - Large Candlestick with sharp end - Healthy Status

Fujiwara No Mokou - Large Candlestick with sharp end - Healthy Status

Dia Kurosawa - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Ruby Kurosawa - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Location - Aventura, Florida

Group Name - The Southeastern Survival Group of Florida

All six girls had to collectively agree to flee from Aventura, they had to be on the move or the Skibidi Toilets would surely surround them and most of all... they needed weapons and gear, they couldn't survive without any gear because at this rate... they will be toast as only Kaguya and Mokou were armed... Reimu had her plan set in motion and she began to speak loudly again.

"Everyone... if we can find ourselves a way of escaping Aventura, we must do so immediately..." Reimu spoke, she had taken the position as the leader of the Southeastern Survival Group of Florida, also abbreviated as S.S.G.F for short.\

"If you say so, but where do we find our means of escape?" Mokou responded with as she looked around the battered scenery of Aventura, Florida, "What must we do?"

Sanae immediately spotted a group of rogue thugs who were driving a large 2024 Jeep Wrangler.

"We can take those guys out and steal their truck, we have to escape this place... together."

Chapter Text

Chapter 8: Deep in the HEART of Texas

Suggested Listening: Thunder & Rain sounds for 10 hours... must have lots of thunder for maximum effect when reading this story.

In the wrathful wake of the Skibidi Toilet apocalypse, the once bustling metropolis of Houston lay in ruins, a haunting testament to the destructive forces that had swept through the large city with merciless abandon, the Skibidi Toilets had devoured everyone who stood in their way, What was once a vibrant hub of industry, commerce, parties and culture now stood as a desolate landscape of twisted metal, crumbling concrete, and festering hattered glass. The skyline which was once once dominated by towering skyscrapers which reached for the heavens and beyond, now resembled jagged teeth which jutted from the earth, broken and hollowed out by the cataclysmic events that had befallen the city. Streets that once thrummed with the pulse of life were still pulsing with life, but death as well... the sheer chaos was created by a mass crisis where people ran for their lives in order to escape the Skibidi Toilet Apocalypse and at this moment... all of the weak, unathletic, slow and elderly were purged... devoured and becoming tasty appetizers for the Skibidi Toilets, both small, medium and large...

Nobody knew what these toilet things were, the only thing that the general public did know was that they seemed eerily similar to the "Skibidi Toilet" video trend that swept the nation and the world... but that was all the way back in 2023/2024 and had long since been forgotten by the general public as the main group of watchers for "Skibidi Toilet" was Generation Alpha, a generation which started in 2010, even the youngest of Gen Alpha was now around thirty six years old and at most, had either grown out of the "Skibidi Toilet" craze or at least cared enough about it to think of the series as nostalgic at one point... but from the generations before Gen Alpha, it had long since been forgotten and lost to the passages of time.

So why did these mysterious toilet fiends return from irrelevance? When did these toilet monsters with human faces become real things... WHAT caused these weird toilet monsters to appear and begin destroying and devouring humanity and why in such massive swarms?

Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu were stuck in the middle of the chaos which came from the panicked crowds of Houston, Texas... with people scrambling for shelter and protection from the Skibidi Toilets and anarchists alike, they held hands to make sure they couldn't get lost in the chaos that enveloped around them.

they were in the midst of the chaos unfolding in Houston, Texas, surrounded by panicked crowds seeking refuge from both the Skibidi Toilets and anarchists who began firing relentlessly upon those who were seen as easy targets... like lions who targeted the separated calves from the raging stampede... except in this case, being in the stampede was just as dangerous as both Ruiko and Uiharu risked being stampeded or trampled to death by scared humans.

As Agent K said it best, "A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals..."

Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu clung to each other's hands tightly, they were determined not to lose one another in the tumult that swirled around them and threatened to consume them entirely... Ruiko mustered her strength as she charged through blocks of people, she yelled.

"Uiharu...! are you with me...!"

Uiharu lets out a loud yell of her own, she generally wasn't the type to yell at the top of her lungs but...

"YES RUIKO, I'M RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"

As they navigated through the throngs of people, their hearts raced with fear and uncertainty... threatening to leap out of their chests or perhaps explode, their hearts must've been beating at over 300 Beats per Minute... The streets were filled with panicked shouts, bloodcurdling screams, and the sounds of destruction as the chaos threatened to consume everything in its path...

But loudest of them all was the cacaphony, a loud cacaphony of both gunshots and the endless sounds of the Skibidi Toilets which run amok across Houston, eager to consume the panicking people.

PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA! PTAAAA!

TAKKATAKKA! TAKKATAKKA! TAKKATAKKA! TAKKATAKKA! TAKKATAKKA! TAKKATAKKA! TAKKATAKKA! TAKKATAKKA!

sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi

Despite the danger and uncertainty, Ruiko and Kazari drew strength from each other's presence. They knew they had to stay together, relying on their bond to navigate through the turmoil safely... just kidding, they were fucking scared like a normal person would.

With their hands clasped tightly and their faces painted with the utmost fear, the two of them begin looking for an escape from this oppressive hell... but there is no escape as the Skibidi-pocalypse is omniscient across the United States and the Earth... but at the very least, they searched for an escape from Houston... they hoped to find greener grasses, to find a place where there was less chaos than normal and the quick eyes of Saten soon finds a place to hide, the subway tunnels where surprisingly... no people seemed to be in the tubes because of Deus Ex Machina and Plot Armor COMBINED.

"Quick, follow me Ui~ha~ru...!" Ruiko spoke as she violently jerked Uiharu towards the subway station, Uiharu lets out a small and barely audible yelp of pain as her arm is extended from the tug from Ruiko who drags ass towards the metro.

They charge down the stairs, surprisingly... none of the Anarchists spotted them going down the staircases and as already stated, Skibidi Toilets have lots of difficulty with staircases... and the new Houston Metro system was very deep... both Ruiko and Uiharu let go of their hand grasp and begin rushing down the staircases with elfin fervor, they took fast and concise steps down the staircase which ultimately descended down to the subway station, stopping to catch their breath... they observe the massive and empty subway station, only the rats and garbage seemed to be in this large subway station.

Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu found themselves standing at the entrance of the massive and eerily empty subway station in Houston, Texas... the station had once been new and opened as a result of the once booming population and economy of Houston, the usual hustle and bustle of commuters rushing to catch trains was replaced by an unsettling silence broken only by the occasional scurrying of rats and the rustling of garbage strewn across the platform... bottles of Brawndo, opened cheetos, condoms and steamed buns were strewn across the floor... what a horribly depressing sight.

The dimly lit station was bathed in an otherworldly glow from the dirty, cochroach infested lights... the flickering lights casting long shadows that danced across the grimy walls and the air hung heavy with the musty scent of decaying cheetos, pizzas and fine particle dust which irritated Uiharu's nose.

"Achooo~!"

Uiharu sniffled as her nose was slightly runny from the fine particle dust, pollen and other irritants which entered her nose... Saten pulled out a napkin which she had brought from the Rainforests Cafe back at the mall... Saten felt saddened at the current state of events and this small, ragged and sauce-covered napkin only reminded her of the sorry state of affairs and how today was once supposed to be a happy and cheerful day...

"Here... take this napkin, I know its covered in the sauce but I hope it helps you" Saten responded, passing the napkin to Uiharu who begins to wipe and blow her nose, getting some boogers onto it.

"Thanks... Ruiko, you're my best friend."

Uiharu spoke meekly as she looked at the empty train station, The empty train station seemed to amplify the somber mood that had settled between the two friends. Saten glanced around, taking in the desolation of the usually bustling platform where millions once traveled throughout Houston, Texas.

As they stepped further into the dark subway station, their footsteps echoed hollowly against the tiled floors, the sound reverberating through the empty space in an echo, they could still hear the thunderous sounds of the pouring rain outside which served as the only other sound beyond their footsteps.

Ruiko Saten took one look at the walls which had posters of various upcoming movies such as Frozen 10, Toy Story 7 which involved the children of Woody, (don't ask how me how he had kids with Bo Peep), modern classics such as Morbius 2, Black Adam 2 and even Madame Web 2!

There were rows upon rows of vacant benches lined the platform, the benches were very clean and recent newspapers and discarded food wrappers littered the ground, creating a chaotic mosaic of urban detritus... it was as if everyone who was once here had suddenly left the metro and abandoned it all at once... it was like something out of chernobyl...

Above them, the skeletal framework of the station's ceiling loomed ominously above their heads, its metal beams creaking and groaning under the weight of the explosions that were taking place above the two friends, it wouldn't be long before these metallic beams collapsed and crushed them like a soda can being crushed by a dump truck...

Dust lazily falls down from some of the grates above them, the explosions were eerily quiet because they were taking place far away from the two girls, but the sheer amount of fine particles they displaced would even make their way into the subway, physics are crazy like that...

As the dust settled around them, Saten and Uiharu exchanged a nervous glance, their hearts pounding in their chests as the ominous creaking of the metal beams above only added to their anxiety, reminding them of the imminent danger lurking overhead and how they could quickly be killed by falling ceiling, like some shit out of Final Destination.

The tunnels of the subway were much more reinforced than the station itself, so Ruiko Saten and Uiharu Kazari descend down onto the tracks, Uiharu figured that there were no trains traveling at this time so there was no risk of them being ran over and utterly pulverized by the metro.

The dark and eerie tunnels of the subway were harrowing and it was nearly impossible for Uiharu and Ruiko to see from, the small lights on the side of the walls could only do so much beyond illuminating lots of different types of graffiti which looked rather old, some of it seemed to be fading out as they hadn't been repainted in years, especially after the Graffiti Act of 2050, an act that was created to punish and remove graffiti artists for some reason... it was yet another foolishly random and ultimately useless act that served no purpose and was implemented by that motherfucker, Gertrude McDustfart who passed the law despite being braindead legally and technically dead... the masses still voted her into congress despite this fact.

Ignoring the vulgar graffiti which was written on the walls, Saten spots light at the end of the tunnel... she eagerly points at the light as she thought that they have finally escaped from the hellish clutches of the Skibidi Toilets.

"Ha.. look Ui~Ha~Ru, it's the light at the end of the tunnel...! we've finally escaped those Skibidi Fuckers, we've finally escaped those Skibidi Toilet motherfuckers!" Ruiko Saten spoke with an excited look of glee on her face as she thought that finally, they had escaped from Houston, Texas and had been delivered to the promised land... to greener pastures which weren't filled with Skibidi Toilets waiting to kill them at every turn.

"Uhm... Ruiko, I don't think that's the end of the tunnel... you fucking idiot..."

Ruiko looked at Uiharu with a dumbfounded expression, "It's not... then what the fuck could it be... the train because that doesn't track, get it?"

Uiharu was not amused.

"this is not the time for jokes, what the fuck is that light... answer me!" Uiharu yelled back, she did not take kindly to Ruiko's shitty pun, she was being serious here.

"I-I don't know what the fuck that light is supposed to be... if it's not the end of the tunnel, then what the fuck could it be?"

Recommended Listening Change: (Hurry! - Super Mario Galaxy 2)

It wasn't long for their questions about the shiny white light to be answered... because it came at them very fast.

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The loud and thunderous sounds of magazine clips being emptied upon them dominated the scenery and seemingly on the self-preservation instinct, they both ran for their lives and hid behind a crumbled iron beam from the Subway Station, the large red beam was their saving grace from the sheer barrage of bullets which were rained upon the two girls with the sole purpose of killing them...

Heart pounding with fear, Saten and Uiharu ducked behind the crumbled iron beam, seeking refuge from the barrage of bullets raining down upon them. The deafening roar of gunfire filled the air, drowning out any other sounds as they huddled together, desperately clinging to the hope of survival as the constant barrage of bullets are striking the iron beam.

Bullets whizzed past, tearing through the air with deadly precision, sending sparks flying as they struck the concrete and metal around them. Saten gritted her teeth, her hands trembling as she clung to Uiharu, their breaths coming in ragged gasps... they then heard a loud voice call out to a group of people, likely the group of thugs who were shooting at them.

The woman's voice echoed through the dimly lit tunnel, commanding and authoritative as she addressed her group of survivors, her voice was sharp yet laced with seductive and sadistic intent in it.

"All right, listen up, everyone!" she called out, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife, "I want you to bring me those two brats... dead or alive so we can take their loot, possessions and belongings...! If we're going to make it through the long-haul past this shitty apocalypse..."

Ruiko noted that she could hear three distinctive voices, all feminine and all of them showing the same thoughts and ideals... they wanted Uiharu and Ruiko dead or as hostages to take their stuff, even their clothing to potentially use for during the cold.

"Those selfish slimeballs..." Uiharu responded with disgust, she hated how selfish these three women sounded... whoever they were, Uiharu dislikes them on the spot... she looked at Ruiko with a sense of fear.

"We're fucked aren't we... it's not like we can escape this place and they're getting closer to us by the second, soon enough... they'll shoot and kill us to death..." Uiharu continued with a whisper into Ruiko's ear, Ruiko could feel Uiharu's breath tickle her ear as she spoke.

The woman who was the apparent leader of the group began to speak with a gleeful tone as she spoke to her fellow members, "On second thought, here are some new orders... shoot them to death without killing them!"

"But Rindou, that's impossible... you can't just..."

"Just listen to what our leader has to say, Mika... she's probably fucking with us or something along those lines."

The young woman, the apparent leader who was named Rindou smirked at the response by one of her comrades... she lets out a laugh and responded to the comment.

"Someone is really clever, isn't that right Stocking~?" Rindou smirks as she pats Stocking on the head, she swipes Rindou's hand away in disgust as she hates headpats and being touched in general.

As they continue raining bullets upon Ruiko and Uiharu, the bullets suddenly stop and Rindou swears angrily and slams her fist against the wall, hurting it in the process and proceeding the shake it in pain, "AWWW FUCK... WE RAN OUT OF AMMO."

"Maybe it's because a certain genius decided that emptying the fuck out of our magazines at an iron beam was a good idea, the least we can do now is beat those fuckers behind the beam up... you dumbass" Stocking responded with an annoyed look in her eyes.

"But you also emptied all your ammo didnt you, so aren't you also an idiot like me?" Rindou responded with a comeback of her own, but Stocking wasn't having any of it... not from this annoying girl.

"Yeah... because knowing you, you would probably shoot me dead if I disobeyed... plus even then, you were hogging up all the ammo anyways!" Stocking responded angrily, the two girls got nose to nose in anger... threatening to tear each others throats apart.

"Girls... please don't fight..."

Mika spoke up, both Rindou and Stocking looked at her and sighed... they both tended to get heated very quicky, very fast.

As the three girls squabbled, Ruiko and Uiharu take their chance to run away... all they had to do was exit the train station and they would be safe, Rindou and her gang chase after them and they should be able to escape but like any shitty story... there must be VERY convenient things to happen.

"Quick, the brats are running away... AFTER THEM!"

Rindou yelled at the top of her lungs and pointed her small gun at the running Ruiko and Uiharu, demanding that Stocking and Mika follow her as they dash towards the running girls... eager to kill and loot them.

"Look, we can escape from the entrance... lets go!"

Ruiko spoke as she runs alongside Uiharu to her escape, but remember how I mentioned that SHITTY stories always have lackluster convenient writing in order for things to happen...

Another large iron beam falls, the rubble blocks the escape route... Ruiko and Uiharu are trapped and cornered, it was an iron beam that saved them from certain death... and now an iron beam might kill them.

Iron beam giveth, Iron Beam taketh away.

"Oh for fucks sake, you've got to be kidding me... thats bullshit!" Uiharu and Ruiko spoke simultaneously, they were fucked now... there is no way for them to escape beyond this point and they are now at the mercy of Rindou and the Gang.

"But wait... they don't have ammo anymore... lets roll, Ui~Ha~Ru!" Ruiko spoke as she charged at Rindou and gives her a hellacious RKO from out of nowhere, right on the iron beam and knocking Rindou the fuck out, stunning both Stocking and Mika into shock.

"Holy fucking shit! RKO FROM OUTTA NOWHERE, BAWH GAWD!" Stocking chuckles, she seemed to enjoy seeing Rindou get RKO'd by Ruiko Saten, Uiharu pats her on the back and spoke.

"would you look at that...! Looks like watching all that WWE paid off somehow and here I thought you wasted your whole life watching that weird shit..." Uiharu smiled at the scene.

"told you that watching the viper would pay off" Ruiko flashed a piece sign as Rindou woke up, albeit dizzy as fuck... her brain must've been damaged because she patted Ruiko on the back instead of killing her.

"Kehehe... well done, let me introduce you to my survivor group..." Rindou chuckles and pointed at Stocking, she spoke with a dizzy tone which could be mistaken as a drunken slur... probably due to her dizzy and concussed state.

"You see that motherfucker over there, her name is Stocking Anarchy... oh and by the way..."

Rindou whispers an unknown secret about Stocking, though Stocking immediately calls out Rindou's bullshit, pointing out her drunken swaying and slurred speech.

"No I do not like Justin Bieber and seriously... Justin Bieber?! What is this, 2009?!"

Stocking sighed, Rindou was clearly unconcious and unable to think properly, Stocking struggled to imagine that Rindou could get ANY stupider, but here we are...

"Oh and that girl over there, that's Mika Jougasaki... she's really hot and was an idol or something or so I heard..." Rindou continued, introducing her small group of survivors which she was the apparent leader of... she then introduced herself.

"And this hot as fuck babe you're standing in front of is none other than me... Kobayashi Rindou, what are your names... little ones?"

Uiharu and Ruiko quickly introduce themselves to the other survivors, now that they weren't trying to kill them that is...

"Hi, I'm Saten," Saten said, offering a shaky smile as she extended her hand to Kobayashi Rindou, Mika Jougasaki and Stocking Anarchy... "And this is Uiharu. We're just... trying to make it out of here alive... especially after the rise of the Skibidi Toilets."

Uiharu nodded in agreement, though she seemed to dislike the survivor group, probably because Rindou had been trying to kill them earlier without any thought besides looting, instead of thinking about the idea of adding Ruiko Saten and Uiharu Kanzari to her group.

"That being said, there is strangly little Skibidi Toilets in this area I assume it's because they can't get down the stairs very well..." Uiharu hypothesized, Stocking eagerly added to the hypothesis given by Uiharu.

"Yes, but it is also due to the lack of people here... the Skibidi Toilets prefer where the people are and notably... there aren't many bathrooms here so there aren't many places for the Skibidi Toilets to arrive or spawn from because for some reason... every toilet in Houston, Texas became a Skibidi Toilet and we don't know why..." Stocking responded, she carefully inspected the gun that she held... it was a small and pathetic pea shooter kind of gun... they were all armed with pea shooters.

"But that's besides the point, we need you girls to get armed before Rindou snaps to her senses... she may be friendly when she is concussed but when she wakes up, trust me... she's gonna be confused and will try getting you girls off our survivor group" Stocking continued, she pointed at Mika.

"Ah yes... I would like you girls to know that we are preparing to sleep deep in this train station... the rubble will block any Skibidi Toilets from entering, they can only enter from other stations I believe... however"

Mika paused and took time to get her thoughts sorted out, Rindou had proposed a sleeping strategy so they could sleep safely since being asleep could easily leave them open for any Skibidi Toilet Attacks.

"One person will have to stay awake the whole night as we sleep, this duty will shift each day and ensure that we will all be able to sleep safely... the lookout is required to alert us in case any Skibidi Toilets are near the vicinity"

With that out of the way, Mika and Stocking urge the concussed Rindou to sleep... they all begin to sleep on the dirty and cold floor as the rain pours heavily from the outside, Stocking was in charge of lookout duty for today and stood awake... making sure no Skibidi Toilets were awake.

The remaining Houston Subway Tunnel Survivors - Weapons - Status

Kobayashi Rindou - Weak Pistol - Suffering from Mild Concussion Symptoms

Stocking Anarchy - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status

Mika Jougasaki - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status

Ruiko Saten - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Kazari Uiharu - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Location - The Subway Tunnels of Houston, Texas

Group Name - Rindou & Company

But from a blindspot, there were two pairs of eyeballs who were observing the group, a former NBA Big man and A red race car with the number 97... the tall former NBA center patted the race car on the iconic lightning sticker.

"Let's sleep in the tunnels, looks like the station is occupied... I'm going to sleep inside of you... thanks Lightning."

Chapter Text

Chapter 9: RANDOM ACTS OF SHAQNESS, SHAQTIN A' FOOL + KA'CHOW

Recommended Listening: Gerudo Valley

The lights of the movie-theatre dim as the final reels of the League History of the NBA came to a close, the NBA had a long and fruitful history as one of the main three sports leagues in the United States of America, from the early days of Bill Russell and Wilt Chamberlain, to the Larry Bird and Michael Jordan eras, the Lebron Era, The Warriors Dynasty Era and at the endgame of it all... the Wizards Dynasty Era which was still ongoing, had it not've been interrupted by the Skibidi Toilet Apocalypse event, widely known as the Skibidi-pocalypse.

Shaquille O'Neill had popped the CD into his small personal computer to relieve and reminiscence upon the time when his biggest worry was about whether the Washington Wizards would win the NBA Finals again or if he had to hear about ESPN talk about "LeBron's Legacy" again, those motherfuckers would wonder how the fall of the Roman Empire affected his legacy which had long since been surpassed by J.R. Ballard of the Washington Wizards... but what did he expect, Sports Media doesn't care about the small teams... even if they became perhaps the "Greatest Dynasty in Sports History."

As the movie ends, he pats his newfound comrade and partner on the hood, signifying their friendship which had formed over the course of a single day, a bond that was forged through fire over the course of a single day... yet these two had more in common than they expected.

"Wow... I wish I could've seen you play Shaq, you looked unstoppable back in 2001... wooooowww..." Lightning McQueen spoke with a look of impression squarely written on his face, while he couldn't play basketball due to his status as a car... Shaq could thoroughly explain how the sport worked and the amount of skill it took to execute each maneuver.

"Damn son... I ain't got nothin' on you though... not everyone can achieve seven piston cups in a career, Jackson Storm didn't even come close... that overhyped BUM!" Shaq spoke playfully, he "fistbumped" Lightning by hitting his tire with his fist as they sat in the middle of the subway tubes as to not get the attention of Stocking Anarchy who occupied the area and Shaq didn't want to risk getting caught.

So instead, Shaq decided to reminisce about his time as part of the TNT NBA Halftime studio and how the tragic Skibidi-pocalypse struck him...

First Person POV: Shaquille O'Neill

My dumbass would get up every damn morning thinking, golly... is there any point in watching the NBA when the Washington Wizards are going to win the NBA finals again, even after the retirements of the Big Three that cemented their dynasty for twenty years, they casually traded for another superstar to keep them contenders for yet another twenty years.

Cuz man... if people get tired of the Kansas City Chiefs in 2024, imagine a team which has the following results (Totally not my NBA2K franchise team lmao)

2034: Lost in Eastern Conference Championship to Boston Celtics

2035: Won NBA FINALS 4-1 over New Orleans Pelicans

2036: Won NBA FINALS 4-0 over New Orleans Pelicans

2037: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over Golden State Warriors

2038: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over Los Angeles Lakers

2039: Lost Eastern Conference Championship to Indiana Pacers

2040: Lost Eastern Conference Championship to Miami Heat

2041: Won NBA FINALS 4-1 over Houston Rockets

2042: Won NBA FINALS 4-0 over Utah Jazz

2043: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over New Orleans Pelicans (Again)

2044: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over Minnesota Timberwolves

2045: Won NBA FINALS 4-3 over Memphis Grizzlies

2046: Lost NBA FINALS 3-4 to Denver Nuggets

2047: Lost Eastern Conference Championship to Toronto Raptors

2048: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over Golden State Warriors

2049: Won NBA FINALS 4-1 over Golden State Warriors

2050: Won NBA FINALS 4-1 over Golden State Warriors'

2051: Won NBA FINALS 4-3 over Los Angeles Lakers

2052: Lost Eastern Conference Finals to Toronto Raptors

2053: Lost NBA FINALS 3-4 to Minnesota Timberwolves

2054: Won NBA FINALS 4-3 over New Orleans Pelicans

2055: Lost Eastern Conference Finals to Orlando Magic

2056: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over Los Angeles Lakers

2057: Lost Eastern Conference Championship to Cleveland Cavaliers

2058: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over Dallas Mavericks

2059: Won NBA FINALS 4-0 over Oklahoma City Thunder

2060: Lost NBA FINALS 2-4 to San Antonio Spurs

2061: NEVER HAPPENED DUE TO SKIBIDI-POCALYPSE

The Washington Wizards dynasty was the end-game of basketball where team mentorship, excellent drafting and finding the right players from seemingly out of nowhere made it so that the NBA draft was irrelevant and that they would continue dominating the sport of basketball so badly that the only way the dynasty ended was due to it being mercifully ended by the Skibidi Toilets... perhaps that's the reason they began appearing?

I would wake-up every day, throw on some shaving cream, wash my face, shower, get dressed and prepare for my day at the TNT halftime studio in Atlanta Georgia, ready to hear the same tired topics of Lebron's legacy, Justin Fields trade talk, the Washington Wizards Dynasty, all the Gradey Dick jokes about how he "has a good stroke" from the three point line, Draymond Green's antics, etc... I had grown sick of it... but I miss those days now... I really do miss those days which now seemed so far away, even if it had happened just today.

Just today, I was talking about how the Washington Wizards broke the NBA again with the acquisition of J.R. Harriss, a 6'5 Shooting guard with elite ball-handling skills and elite shooting from the midrange and the three-point line...

If I had one nickel for every time the Washington Wizards had a superstar MVP-level player with the first initials "J.R." I would have two nickels which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice and this era had been cut short due to the Skibidi Toilets, it likely had another 10+ years left of dominance.

I had taken it all for granted back then and I wish I could return to talking about the Wizards while chuckling with the nearly dead corpse of Charles Barkley, Ernie Johnson and Kenny Smith and while they still looked geriatric, I genuinely loved those dudes... while I still remained chisled and strong today after engaging in light nanomachine surgeries to provide my chiseled body and keep me younger looking and much stronger compared to my other NBA brothers... I was a LEGEND REBORN.

Perhaps that is why I survived when "they" arrived that one day...

Third Person POV: TNT HALFTIME STUDIO

FLASHBACK

The Great and epic mound of Shaqness roared into the studio with his chisled body and his titanic arms which were built like tree-trunks in order to become this absolute monster of a man... Shaq was chewing on some Raw Fucked Tobbaco products which he bought at the local 7-Eleven... his body was built to annihilate and destroy the basketball court with his monsterous dunks which shattered the everliving fuck out of the backboards that he dunked upon.

Even at the crisp age of 90+ was he an absolute stud on the court and he looked at his partners, a somewhat saddened look on his face as they hadn't been able to grab that surgery which very few could find.

Shaq looked at his notes real quickly and prepared the studio to discuss the various topics surrounding the NBA, he was the fastest and strongest of the group currently and he helped up Charles Barkley to his seat.

Charles Barkley was on life-support, Ernie Johnson was picking his nose and Kenny Smith was playing Clash Royale, too bad he's a bum who plays Firecracker and Mega-Knight... he also spams emotes all the time despite getting his ass handed to him every game.

Shaquille O'Neill was looking at his pocket watch which was filled with chinese characters and his Tuxedo was inspired by his birth-country of China, he was an American man who had floated all the way to China to be raised by his mother... it was in China where Shaquille O'Neill learned the greatness of his god-given strength and he was taught in the great fighting style that was known as SHAQ-FU.

Shaq was a towering mountain of a man and as he sat down upon his chair in the TNT recording studio, he nearly smashed the damn thing with his sheer size... had it not been implemented with Vibranium which was obtained from a recent voyaging trip of NASA which had defunct years ago and this LEGENDARY metal was used for this chair of all things.

But this chair wasn't just any chair, it was now the chair of the gods... Shaq took it everywhere with him and he used it for every purpose one could imagine in life... as a weapon, table, bed, etc.

Sitting upon his favorite chair, Shaq began preparing for his recording when everyone in the studio could pick-up on some strange sounds going on outside, since there were no windows... there was no chance in hell of them finding out what the fuck was happening outside... the only thing that Shaq could hear was that it sounded like a bunch of chants going on.

"What the fuck is that annoying sound... I'm trying to sleep, those motherfuckers..." Charles Barkley spoke up angrily, he was on a portable hospital bed as he was near death and yet they kept him on air because they were too damn lazy to replace these geriatrics, just look at Kenny Smith who was still spamming emotes on Clash Royale despite being stuck on Arena 1.

The sound grew louder and louder for Shaq and the TNT Halftime Studio crew until it couldn't be ignored, Charles Barkley stood up from his hospital bed... angry and screaming at whatever was causing those sounds.

"WHO THE FUCK IS MAKING THOSE ANNOYING "SKIBIDI" SOUNDS, SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I RISE OFF MY LIFE SUPPORT BED, GOD DAMMIT...!"

Shaq looked at Charles and sighed softly, "Charles... please don't do it bro, you're on life support."

But this voice of reason was not what Charles Barkey wanted to hear, the round mound of rebound was growing desperate as the loud voices of Skibidi tormented him with their incessant babbling.

"ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ"

The sounds and chants sounded very faint from inside the building, but they were so repetitive that it could drive anyone crazy... it was like the song "Baby Shark" with its repetitive "Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo" shit that had probably driven more adults insane than anything else in history probably... but these Skibidi chants were just as awful and just as horrific.

Shaq had to force Charles Barkley down to prevent him from ripping off his life support like a fucking idiot and as he held Barkley down, he saw it... one of the "things" entered the TNT studio, it said its usual song as it moved around the TNT studio live on air.

"brrr skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

Charles Barkley felt fire in his eyes as he roared in rage, he continued trying to escape from Shaq's powerful grip to strangle this annoying fucking thing, "There it is... that's the motherfucking piece of shit that is chanting that stupid song over and over again!"

Shaq was much stronger than Charles Barkley currently, but the sheer rage and adrenaline fueled Charles which made it significantly harder to hold down this angry man, another weird toilet man entered the room and began chanting its own song.

"brrr skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

Shaq was confused, where were these creepy things coming from... they were rather small as they were about as large as a bowling ball in length... but the second one was slightly larger than the first one and what shocked him the most was that the second toilet bit Kenny Smith's leg and he howled in pain.

"OWW FUCK!"

Kenny Smith yelled out in pain as he tried to shake off the toilet assailant, but then... the true horror started, the ultimate show...!

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RECOMMENDED LISTENING CHANGE: The Ultimate Show - Super Paper Mario

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A Skibidi Toilet fell through the roof tiles and lands on Ernie Johnson's face. it violently begins to chew and gnaw at his face as he screams in agony as the teeth of the Skibidi Toilet chew through his face like an apple.

"EEAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH...! RUN GUYS RUN!"

Those were Ernie Johnson's last words as his body fell backwards and slammed against the floor, his frontal lobe was missing and half of his skull was destroyed from the teeth of the Skibidi Toilet, the wound was leaking blood and other bodily fluids which causes the TNT Halftime report studio to begin smelling like fresh blood... Charles Barklety, Kenny Smith and Shaquille O'Neill scream in absolute horror at the violent death of Ernie Johnson...

Skibidi Skibidi Skibidi

The Skibidi Toilet which had chewed through Ernie's head stared at them and quickly locked onto Kenny Smith who was having his ankle gnawed apart by the first Skibidi Toilet.

Before long, the wall of the studio shatters and a massive hoard of Skibidi Toilets begin swarming the TNT studio... Kenny Smith is swarmed by Skibidi Toilets in a similar manner to Scar from the Lion King when he was eaten alive by the Hyenas.

Charles Barkley was being pushed by Shaq rapidly on his bed, Shaq used his legs to power out of the studio as thousands of Skibidi Toilets chase after them, a loud swarm of chants following behind them eerily.

sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi

"Run Bitch RUN..." Kenny smith spoke weakly as his body fell limp, being devoured by Skibidi Toilets which eagerly rip into his flesh with violent and hungry intentions, his last sight was Shaq pushing Charles Barkley as they try to escape from the Skibidi Horde.

But Shaq could feel the Skibidi Toilets quickly catching up to him, threatening to rip his legs off, the chants got louder and louder and filled the desolate landscape of Atlanta, Georgia with their sounds of death.

Charles Barkley spoke up as Shaq pushed him desperately, he knew that Shaq couldn't run at full speed with him pushing the hospital bed... so he responded and told Shaq something.

"Shaq... we've known each other for so long and as your lifelong friend, I want you to let go of me... sacrifice me for your survival big guy..."

Shaq felt his heart break, but his resolve hardened and he lets go of Charles Barkley... leaving him to his fate at the hands of the Skibidi Toilets, as Shaq runs at his full speed... he hears the sounds of Charles Barkley screaming in pain as his flesh is being torn into by Skibidi Toilets, but Charles Barkley wasn't sad or angry... he was glad to save someone through his death.

"I'll never forget you, brotha..." Shaq spoke with a sad and melancholic tone as he ran at full speed, leaving Charles Barkley to be devoured and sacrificed to the Skibidi Toilets and their hungry appetites... Charles Barkley smiled softly and spoke.

"Thanks... Shaquille O'Neill."

Shaq sprinted through the streets of Atlanta, Georgia with tears streaking down his face after the death of his long-time friend and partner, Charles Wade Barkley. His determination burned hotter than ever, he refused to succumb to the terror of the Skibidi Toilets and with every loud and boisterous every step, he solidified his resolve to survive those motherfuckers.

Piedmont Park loomed ahead, an apparent beacon of hope in the chaos that surrounded Atlanta, THE Shaq dashed through the park's entrance, his heart pounding with adrenaline, fear and raw apoplectic anger, the serene surroundings offered a brief respite from the madness of the city... but seldom quell his deep anger towards the Toilet Monsters.

Gasping for breath, Shaq scanned the park for signs of danger, the tranquil atmosphere did everything but calm his motherfucking nerves, he knew he couldn't let his guard down and with raw determination, anger and feelings of depression... The Shaq planned his next move.

His mind raced with possibilities as he sought refuge from the Skibidi Toilets. Somewhere rural and safe beckoned to him, promising sanctuary from the horrors he had witnessed... the horrors of seeing his TNT partners being slain and ripped apart by violent Skibidi Toilet Teeth and with renewed vigor, Shaq found his dumbass lost in Piedmont Park...

"Where the fuck do I go...?!" Shaquille O'Neill yelled in anger, he felt angry because he didn't know where to go.

Caught in the clusterfuck of emotions that raged on in his mind, Shaq's frustration boiled over as he grappled with uncertainty and despair, the weight of the situation pressed down on him, fueling his anger with each passing moment, second and milisecond.

"Where the fuck do I go?!" he bellowed into the empty expanse of the park, his voice echoing against the trees, the urgency of his predicament gnawed at him, driving and fueling his raw anger which was beginning to piss him off.

And as if he couldn't get any more angry at himself... the Skibidi Toilets had tracked his location down with flawless precision, their methods of tracking him were unknown but likely due to the smell of the heavy Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille Eau De Parfum cologne that he wore, had he known that his COLOGNE would've fucked him over, then he would've never worn that motherfucking thing... but too bad.

"Man fuck those things, fuck them to hell!" Shaq yelled at the Skibidi Toilets who quickly surround him, eager to devour the big man... they salivated all the meat he had on his bones... Shaq was 7'1 and 300+ pounds of meat, he was TASTY looking for a Skibidi Toilet.

The Skibidi Toilets responded to his words of anger with cold indifference, they simply continued their little chant with repetition that could break anyone...

sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi

The Shaq felt very angry and very scared simultaneously, he didn't want the sacrifice of Charles Barkley to go to waste at the hands of the Skibidi Toilets which had killed and devoured him... would his sacrifice mean nothing at the end of the day?

Shaq was indecisive on whether he should make a mad-dash through the toilets, play dead or fight them off all at once... but his time quickly ran up as the Skibidi Toilets charge at him from all sides, eager to get a piece of meat from his body, Shaq probably had no way to fight them off...

"Oh fuck, Oh fuck... Get away you motherfuckers!"

Shaq grabbed one of the Skibidi Toilets and pulled on the flusher, causing the Skibidi Toilet to flush and die... but he couldn't deal with them all at once... Shaq was doomed to die to these motherfuckers.

But Suddenly!

Lightning McQueen slammed through the Skibidi Toilets, knocking them down like bowling pins as he howled loudly enough to be heard over the endless cacaphony of Skibidi chants.

"Kachow!"

Lightning Kachowed the Skibidi Toilets, blinding them for a short time as Shaq climbs on top of him, he smiled and gave Lightning a big hug...

"Thanks brotha... never thought I would be saved by a talking race-car, let alone the GOAT" Shaq smirked as he climbed onto Lightning McQueen, he spoke with intrigue.

"Need help with anything my guy?"

Lightning smiled softly and began driving at a moderate pace, Shaq was in Lightning's driver seat as lightning responded quickly and cooly.

"We headed to Houston, I have a race to attend there... but I can't take too long... hold on tight sir!"

Lightning hits the gas pedal as he sped off towards Houston, Texas... eager to make his next race... Shaq had heard that Lightning raced at Atlanta Motor Speedway two days ago and was now getting ready to make it to Houston, Texas.

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FLASHBACK END:

Shaq found himself becoming friends with Lightning McQueen when they arrived to the newly created Houston Motor Speedway, only to find it overrun by Skibidi Toilets as well and now... they had found themselves stuck in the tunnels, as the movie concluded... Shaq handed Lightning some popcorn he had created by firing up the pans of an abandoned stove at a local Waffle house.

Shaq carried that same chair he had at the studio, the chair was forged from the metal of vibranium, laced with the blood vessels of lava-swimming megalodons found in Hawaii and fitted with a special alloy created from tungsten and nano-tube technology... this was simply put, the chair of the Gods.

Lightning and Shaq went to sleep soon enough, they slept on the floor, though Shaq decided to stay up to alert Lightning if anyrhing went wrong in during the night as per usual... it was Shaq's way of paying Lightning back for his heroics in saving his life when he was surrounded by Skibidi Toilets in Piedmont Park back in Atlanta, Lightning was his friend and comrade now and Shaq did not want to leave his side.

Lightning McQueen woke up to the sounds of arguing, he blinked rapidly as he shook off the exhaustion and began to speak with annoyance, he looked over at Shaq who looked drowsy from staying up all night.

"Ugh... man, who is arguing out there... it's starting to get on my nerves..."

Shaq sighed and pointed down the tunnel where Stocking and her group was, they were in the midst of a cat fight with Rindou waking up from her concussion and noticing that Ruiko and Uiharu were now on the team.

"WHAT THE FUCK...?! HOW DID THESE TWO SCRUBS MAKE IT ONTO THE TEAM?!"

Rindou roared at her crew, she was crying and shaking as she saw the sleepy forms of Uiharu and Ruiko sleeping next to them, but Ruiko wasn't having it.

"Stocking said we could join, YOU said we could join you dumb shit! You even introduced us to Mika and Stocking...!"

"Yeah Rindou, I said they could join alongside Stocking... but you don't remember much, do you?" Mika responded with a look of condescention on her face, looking down on this dumb as bricks girl.

Rindou's anger intensified at Mika's condescending tone, she snarled and clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white as she fought to control her emotions... but was TOO STUPID to do so!

"You think you can talk to me like that, Mika?" Rindou growled, her voice low and dangerous... "I don't care what Stocking said... these two are nothing but dead weight, we need fighters, not sleepers."

Uiharu stirred, waking up to the tension in the air. She rubbed her eyes sleepily before realizing what was happening. "R-Rindou-san, we're sorry if we're not what you expected. But we're here to learn, to contribute... we just want to survive..."

Ruiko sat up, her expression hardening as she faced Rindou. "We're not leaving bitch, we'll prove ourselves, even if it means dragging your sorry ass through every battle having to take care of your FUCKING idiocy..."

Mika's expression softened slightly as she watched the exchange. "Rindou, maybe they deserve a chance, we're all trying to survive you know... we could use greater numbers."

Rindou took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She knew Mika was right, but her pride still stung. "Fine. But don't expect any special treatment. You two better pull your weight, or else I'll use you two as sacrificial dummies"

Uiharu and Ruiko nodded, determination gleaming in their eyes, they might have been considered "scrubs" and "bums" now, but they were determined to prove their worth to the red-haired idiot who ironically enough, was just as big of a scrub as them.

Stocking had eyebags under her eyes as she wanted to sleep, she was exhausted and had stayed up all night having to keep watch for everyone, she spoke to Rindou with annoyance.

"Quit acting like they're the scrubs when you're the dumbass who wasted all that fuckin' ammo, you utter dumbass."

Rindou shut the fuck up immediately after Stocking's words because she knew it was true... so she shut the fuck up and dealt with it.

At this time, Shaq and Lightning McQueen decided to take a massive risk which could potentially pay off if it works, they were only two people and they needed more hands to work with...

The newcomer, Shaq, stepped forward with a confident stride, his towering figure contrasting with the sleek and low-profile of Lightning McQueen beside him. Shaq's deep voice resonated as he introduced himself with a smile

"Hey there, guys... my name is Shaquille O'Neill, and this here is my bro, Lightning McQueen," he gestured towards the car beside him. "We heard you folks could use some extra hands, and we're here to offer our assistance."

Rindou eyed the newcomers warily though she thought Shaq was hot, assessing their capabilities. "What can you bring to the table, Shaq? We've got a pair of hands, though we lack muscle and power on our team I suppose..."

Stocking watched Rindou talk from afar she was thinking to herself, "Wow... Rindou is actually being somewhat reasonable for once, never thought she could do it... but I guess a broken clock is right twice a day... and even a blind, deaf and stupid squirrel finds an acorn every now and then..."

Shaq grinned, a fiery glint in his eyes, "Well, I don't mean to brag, but I've got some serious muscles and raw power... plus I'm trained in the art of Shaq-Fu And Lightning here? He's fast as fuck boi, my bro can get us out of tight spots in no time."

Lightning McQueen revved his engine in agreement, his headlights flashing with excitement as he jumped up and down with eager excitement at potentially joining with this group led by Rindou.

Rindou nodded, impressed by their confidence, strength and speed... now this was what she was talking about, not someone weak like Uiharu! "Alright then, welcome to our little survivor group... just you know, we've got no room for dead weight like Uiharu. You pull your weight or I'll use you fuckers as Skibidi Toilet Bait faster than you guys can say 'Kachow'."

"Hey... I heard that!" Uiharu spoke up, but Rindou ignored her.

Shaq let out a throaty laugh as he gave Rindou a firm hand nod, emphasizing their newfound unity as a group, this was a very big and very important move for both groups in order to survive the dangers that lurk beyond the Subway Station in Houston...

"Perhaps some day, we can crack open some beers and shit... drink, laugh and have some fucking fun together... we can let the teens drink like Mika, Uiharu and Ruiko to drink Kool-Aid or some shit... hahaha"

Rindou laughed alongside Shaq, she shook McQueen's tire and the group all began to socialize with each other for a bit, they were planning on leaving the subway station tomorrow in order to collect some food, weapons and other valuables that they needed to stock up on.

The remaining Houston Subway Tunnel Survivors - Weapons - Status

Kobayashi Rindou - Weak Pistol - Recovered from Mild Concussion

Stocking Anarchy - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status

Mika Jougasaki - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status

Ruiko Saten - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Kazari Uiharu - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Shaquille O'Neill - The Chair of the Gods - Healthy Status

Lightning McQueen - Himself - Recovered from low gas

Location - The Subway Tunnels of Houston, Texas

Group Name - Rindou & Company

"We're heading out today, be careful not to get surrounded by the Skibidi Toilets" Rindou advised the new and improved group

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Chapter 10: REIMU HAKUREI AND HER GROUP MURDER THE ABSOLUTE FUCK OUT OF EVERYTHING THAT STANDS IN HER WAY OUT OF ANGER

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: Strength of 1000 men - Two Steps from Hell

One week has passed and the human race was nearly extinct at the hands of the motherfucking Skibidi Toilets who have ramped up their search for death and destruction upon the earth, they spread like a plague as they ate, devoured and ripped apart human bodies and limbs and the only people who remained were those who got into groups just to survive through the day, it also takes a lot of fucking luck as the entirety of Muse had been killed the fuck off in a sudden ambush because there was no place for them in the fucking story except for Honoka who has gone off by herself.

Reimu and her group were busy preparing to kill some anarchists upon the jeep, Reimu snarled in disgust as she saw those motherfucking pieces of dogshit who profited off the Skibidi-pocalypse.

Reimu snarled as she whispered to Sanae, they needed to get that jeep fast... but they only had two candlesticks which were wielded by Mokou and Kaguya, Kaguya was still wearing that geeky Gamestop shirt she had bought... Reimu still thought it looked ridiculous.

"Hey you two... give us your candlesticks, check this shit out..."

Reimu handed the candlestick to her newfound sidekick, Sanae who served as her Luigi... they were red and green just like the bros and therefore... they found an odd amount of synergy with their attacks.

In the chaotic land of Aventura, Florida... where the skies are as unpredictable as a cat on a pogo stick while drunk, Reimu and her gang found themselves in a pickle... those anarchists were running amok with their jeep gladiator and murdering the fuck out of kids, people and those who could serve to futher their agenda of survival, making bank off the Skibidi-pocalypse, which was like if the world got caught in a never-ending game of musical chairs set to Russian techno filled with evil singing toilets which ate human beings...

Reimu, with her trademark red ribbon flapping in the wind like a battle flag of chaos, turned to Sanae her trusty sidekick who was as green as a frog on St. Patrick's Day... she was green like Luigi "We gotta nab that jeep, Sanae! Get that muthafucka!"

Sanae nodded, her eyes gleaming with determination,or maybe it was just a reflection of her Mario Bros. themed candlestick. Yes, candlesticks. Not just any candlesticks, mind you, but magical ones wielded by the fiery Mokou and the moon-dwelling Kaguya, who was sporting a Gamestop shirt that could blind an unwary onlooker with its geeky glory...

"Hey, you two! Hand over those wax wands of wonder!" Reimu barked, her voice echoing across the chaotic landscape like a thunderstrike which shook the earth at its seams...

Mokou and Kaguya exchanged glances, then shrugged and handed over the candlesticks with all the nonchalance of a toddler giving up their favorite toy for a shiny new one. "Sure thing, Reimu! But don't break 'em. We got 'em on sale at Witch-Mart in the mall"

With the candlesticks in hand, Reimu and Sanae felt a surge of power coursing through their veins, as if they'd just mainlined a shot of pure adrenaline mixed with pixie dust. They charged towards the anarchists with the grace of a drunken ostrich in a ballet recital, ready to unleash chaos upon chaos in a cacophony of craziness.

The battle was fierce, with explosions, lasers, and the occasional rubber chicken flying through the air like confetti which was laced with angel blood and violent eyeballs which splattered across the floot... Reimu swung her candlestick with Elfin fervor... driving it into the ruined skull of an anarchist while Sanae danced around as she knocked the anarchists off the jeep, as the fight break out... Sanae leaps into the frey and stuns the Anarchists as she violently gyrates her hips... something she learned back in her good ol' drunken days as Reimu smashes their skulls into dust from behind.

In the end, Reimu and Sanae had murdered the fuck out of the anarchists of Aventura, their plans foiled like a a house of cards... Reimu and her gang stood victorious, their candlesticks held high like trophies of triumph... though Mokou, Kaguya, Dia and Ruby watched in absolute horror as the truck was spilt with the raw viscera of dead anarchists... Reimu tossed their bodies off the truck, she was smoking that anarchist pack.

"I am not getting on that fucking jeep... gross" Kaguya winced in disgust, despite being a dopamine addicted redditor filth... she was still a lunar princess and she was still disgusted by things.

"Don't be a pussy Kaguya, get in the fucking car and clean that shit up with everyone else..." Mokou shot back, they still hated each other at heart despite teaming up together for this sole purpose of surviving.

"I-I don't want to get on the bloody jeep... it's all gross and sticky..." Ruby Kurosawa watched, she was with Kaguya as they watched everyone else clean that nasty stuff off the Jeep Gladiator.

Dia Kurosawa meanwhile was disgusted as she picked up a crazed eyeball belonging to one of the anarchists... it was the driver who Reimu had smashed with the candlestick... she tossed the eyeball away in disgust as it blinked at her.

"EWWWW...!"

Reimu just rolled her eyes and winked at Mokou who was the only other person who wasn't disgusted by the bloody scene, even Sanae was disgusted.

"Y'all are a bunch of sissies, no wonder you guys will probably die in two days or less because we're going on a trek throughout AMERICA in order to save this country from these fucking Skibidi Toilet fuckers..."

Sanae rolled her eyes at Reimu's breathless rant about saving the world, though she found it to be a noble ideal... Reimu was a massive fucking hypocrite and Sanae responded accordingly.

"Uhm Reimu... I don't mean to question you but you hate those anarchists because they kill people for supplies right...?" Sanae asked with a look of suspicion at Reimu Hakurei.

"Aren't we also killing people for supplies and shit like that...?"

"You see, Sanae," Reimu began, her voice dripping with thick sarcasm as she snarled, "we're the good guys because we say we are. It's as simple as that. Morality? Ethics? Those are just words invented by people who don't have enough firepower to back up their opinions... you fucking bozo"

Kaguya, ever the voice of reason (or at least the closest thing they had to it), couldn't help but interject. "But Reimu, isn't it a tad hypocritical to condemn others for killing people for supplies when we're essentially doing the same thing?"

Reimu waved her hand dismissively, as if swatting away a particularly annoying fly. "Hypocrisy, schmypocrisy," she declared, her confidence unwavering. "We're the protagonists, Kaguya. That means we get a free pass on all that pesky moral ambiguity nonsense. It's in the hero handbook, look it up... redditor."

Kaguya sighed, realizing the futility of arguing with Reimu when she was in this mood. "Right, of course," she muttered under her breath, secretly making a mental note to reevaluate her life choices.

As for Reimu, she simply smirked and took another sip of her Chuckola Cola, reveling in the sweet taste of victory and moral superiority. After all, when you're the hero of the story, who needs consistency?

With a wide and cunning smirk, Reimu leaned back and took a long, satisfying sip of her Chuckola Cola as the sweet nectar of carbonation danced on her tongue, fucking her tastebuds like they were Pop Rocks... momentarily distracting her from the impending existential crisis that surrounded them with the "Skibidi Toilet."

Mokou, with her sleeves rolled up and a grim determination in her eyes, scrubbed away at the bloody mess that coated the once pristine Jeep Wrangler which was now spilt with the blood, guts and brain matter of anarchists... As she worked, her mind wandered to her absent companions, Kaguya and Ruby, who were conspicuously absent from the cleaning festivities that Sanae, Dia and Reimu also partipated in.

"Hey, Kaguya! Ruby!" Mokou called out, her voice echoing across the chaotic landscape which was festered with toilets "Quit being a couple of sissies and come help out with this mess!"

Kaguya, who was busy examining her nails with an air of nonchalance that bordered on infuriatings that perfectly suited a chronically online redditor, rolled her eyes at Mokou's words. "Oh please, Mokou. You know I can't stand the sight of blood and guts. It's ghastly as fuck and gross"

Ruby, who had been nervously pacing back and forth like a caged tiger, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I don't do well with... bodily fluids," she admitted sheepishly, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks as she was very scared.

Mokou snorted in response, unimpressed by their excuses. "Well, I don't particularly enjoy it either, but someone's gotta clean this shit up and everyone else is doing it so why shouldn't you guys you lazy suckers!. Since you two seem content to stand around twiddling your thumbs, I guess that someone is gonna be me, Reimu, Dia and Sanae"

With a grunt of frustration, Mokou redoubled her efforts, determined to rid the Jeep of every last trace of anarchist blood. After all, this was no time to be a coward... not when Skibidi Toilets were running amok.

With the Jeep finally scrubbed clean of all the filthy and impure anarchist blood, Reimu wasted no time rallying the crew... she spoke with a boisterous tone "Alright, team!" she bellowed, her voice cutting through the air like a battle cry... an unholy war cry "Time to load up and hit the road...!"

Sanae climbs aboard the hulking Jeep Wrangler, it was slightly larger than the average Jeep Wranger because reasons... she climbed to the passenger seat by the side of Reimu, she adjusted the mirror at the top and sighed.

"I'm ready, come on everyone... lets board the Jeep..."

Mokou, wiping the sweat from her brow, followed suit, sliding into the driver's seat with the confidence of a seasoned war vet... even though she didn't have any motherfucking experience, "Time to escape this fucking place... fuck finally!"

Kaguya, reluctantly tearing herself away from her meticulously manicured nails, climbed into the backseat with an air of resignation... "I suppose I'll tolerate this mode of transportation," she muttered,she fucking hated cars for the most part as she was once a member of r/fuckcars after falling down the rabbit hole of reddit echo chambers.

Dia and Ruby, the dynamic duo of the Kurosawa sisters, exchanged a nervous glance before gingerly settling into the remaining seats. "Um, are you sure this thing is safe?" Ruby whispered, eyeing the makeshift armor plating with trepidation..

Reimu, unfazed by the skepticism of her companions, flashed a confident devil-may-care grin as she took her place behind the wheel. "Who the fuck cares if it is safe or not... If I die, I die." she called out, her eyes sparkling with excitement to to make their exodus from Aventura, Florida "We've got places to visit... time to go sightseeing to see if the Skibidi Toilets have raveged the rest of America..."

With that, the engine roared to life, the tires kicking up clouds of dust as the Jeep lurched forward with an infernal cast, it leapt into the air as it ran over a couple of pieces of splintered porcelain which came from shattered Skibidi Toilets, it was a bumpy ride because the Jeep had surprisingly shitty suspension.

"Holy shit... why is the suspension so bad...?!" Dia yelled as she hugged Ruby tightly, Ruby sat on Dia's lap in order to make room for Kaguya and Mokou in the back seats...

And so, with adrenaline pumping through their veins and determination burning in their hearts, Reimu and her crew tore through the desolate landscape, ready to face whatever horrors lay ahead. After all, when the world is falling apart at the seams, sometimes the only thing you can do is hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

Reimu looked at the scenery around Aventura, Florida... the urban hellscape was ruined after Skibidi Toilets had devastated the city... the bloodthirsty toilets with their evil singing and hungry appetites had forced Reimu and her group to escape... this jeep was worth every damn penny as walking was inefficient and straining.

Reimu gazed out at the desolate landscape surrounding Aventura, Florida, her eyes narrowing as she took in the devastation wrought by the Skibidi Toilets. Once a bustling urban jungle, the city now lay in ruins, its streets littered with debris and its buildings reduced to little more than crumbling facades.

The memory of the bloodthirsty toilets with their sinister singing and insatiable appetites sent a shiver down Reimu's spine. They had been forced to flee for their lives, leaving behind everything they had ever known in a desperate bid for survival. And in this bleak new world, where danger lurked around every corner and the very ground seemed to tremble with malice, their trusty Jeep was worth its weight in gold.

"Damn Skibidi Toilets," Reimu muttered under her breath, her fists clenched in anger. "They may have taken everything from us, but they won't take our freedom."

As the Jeep rumbled onward, its engine growling like a beast on the prowl, Reimu's resolve hardened. They may have been running from danger, but they were also running toward hope. Hope for a better tomorrow, where the Skibidi Toilets were nothing but a distant memory and the world could be rebuilt from the ashes.

With a determined glint in her eye, Reimu tightened her grip on the steering wheel and pressed down on the gas pedal. They had a long road ahead of them, filled with danger and uncertainty, but as long as they had each other and their trusty Jeep, they would face whatever challenges came their way head-on. After all, when the world is falling apart at the seams, sometimes all you can do is keep moving forward, one mile at a time.

the sounds of Skibidi Toilets infiltrated the road the city.

sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi

Upon arriving to Jacksonville, Reimu saw another desolate wasteland filled with dead human corpses, Skibidi Toilets which were both dead and alive but what was most disgusting to Reimu was the sheer amount of Communist flags which plagued the city, Reimu's colon churned in disgust as she snarled with the utmost anger.

Reimu wanted to kill all these Commie bastards, even if she had worked minimum wage... last time she was under communism in Gensokyo, she had to slave away as a shrine maiden while that bitch Yukari made millions by doing nothing... hell, that fucking baka 9 Cirno made the same amount of money while doing fuck all.

Deafening rap music rips through the city which was emmanating from the Jeep Wrangler that Reimu drove, she had told Kaguya Houraisan to play a loud fucking song to keep everyone awake amidst their long-ass drive... roughly six hours considering all the Skibidi Toilets they encountered near Jacksonville.

With the voice of Eminem blasting through Jacksonville, Reimu parks near the entrance to Jacksonville... she sighed and yelled at her comrades again.

"I can see you're the same crazy-ass motherfucker as always... Kaguya, now bring me Ruby, I need to test some shit out while I figure out how to murder all these commie bastards, I hate those goddamn communist fuckheads."

Kaguya picks Ruby up and drags her to Reimu, kicking and screaming as she tries to escape from With a fierce determination, Kaguya grabbed hold of Ruby, her iron grip sending shivers down the idol's spine. "You're coming with me, whether you like it or not!" she declared, dragging Ruby kicking and screaming towards their destination.

As they approache Reimu, chaos ensued. Kaguya, with a swift motion, suplexed Ruby onto the ground, causing everyone to start looking at how poor Ruby got fucking suplexed by Kaguya.

"Listen to Reimu!" Kaguya bellowed, her voice echoing through the air. "So I can indulge in my yaoi fantasies undisturbed and masturbate in peace!"Kaguya responded, walking away as Reimu saw her new hoodie which was pink and had large sparkly letters which were engraved as "Fuck Mineta."

"Owww..." Ruby gets up and shakes off the pain, she bowed before Reimu nervously... Reimu wants to test Ruby out with something...

"Ruby... I've heard you have magical powers and shit like that... or at least that is what I heard from Dia..." Reimu spoke as she held Ruby from the shoulders, "What can you do that is useful for fighting against Skibidi Toilets and Anarchists?"

Ruby shifted weight nervously as she began to speak with a rapid stutter... "I-I can unspoil food and stuff like that..."

Reimu patted Ruby on the back and motioned everyone to exit the jeep, but as Dia steps off the jeep... she runs up to Kaguya and delivers a perfect right cross to Kaguya's chin and knocks her down.

"That's what you get for suplexing my fucking sister, you fucking hoe."

Mokou snickers for a bit, "Yeah... good one Dia."

Reimu and Sanae charged first to clear the way, Reimu ripped into the smaller Skibidi Toilets, smashing their heads with her tall candlestick and sending their ruined heads into the sewers of Jacksonville... the city reeked of raw sewage, piss and vinegar which caused Sanae to want to hurl all over the place... but she held it in because of the raw fuckrage that was going on in her mind from fighting the Skibidi Toilets...

Reimu smashes the head of a small Skibidi toilet asunder, ripping into its flesh as its raw viscera splashes against her bright red outfit... Mokou and Kaguya soon follow, they were armed with muskets which they found at Bass Pro Shops, it wasn't any good guns but they fulfilled their job decently as long as the Skibidi Toilet was hit with a good blow to the temple,m as the porcelain was capable of blocking the bullets.

"over there, get that MUTHAFUCKA!" Mokou yelled over at Kaguya who's aim was much better than Mokou's due to all the first person shooters she has played in her life... she looks over at her nails for a split second to make sure there is no damage done to them.

"Ruby... Dia, how's stuff going back there...?!" Kaguya yelled towards them over the sounds of Skibidi toilets, Ruby and Dia were holding all the supplies in backpacks as they were the least competent with weapons in their hands plus Ruby was oddly able to restore food to their original stage which widely eliminated the worry of spoiling food and having to eat it early...Dia carried a large backpack filled with basic first aid supplies and some food while Ruby carried a small YETI backpack which was filled with fruits and veggies...

Reimu walks through the narrow corridors of Jacksonville, taking the backstreet in order to avoid potentialyl being surrounded by Skibidi Toilets considering they had decent weapons against the Skibidi Toilets that appeared... being the average white toilet bowl with the default singing tone.

"Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb.  skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

Reimu and the gang have yet to have seen another type of Skibidi Toilet outside of slightly larger variants of your average Skibidi Toilet, they weren't much of a problem as long as you didn't get jumped by them or knocked down... though the majority were small and easy to kill, the medium and large sizes were much more powerful and difficult to kill... especially when unarmed.

"Make sure to protect Ruby and Dia back there... I'd hate for harm to come to them and have our food squandered... you girls give me a minute, I've got this..."

Reimu walked into a small hub, the her eyes looked up in admiration as she saw the great LA Knight chilling in the building, she had heard that the LA Knight was knowledgeable about the history of Jacksonville which had now seemingly gone under Anarcho-Communist Control before the Skibidi-Apocalypse which had only amplified after the invasion of the Skibidi Toilets.\

"Reimu...! There's a whole bunch of bullets n' shit going on back there, hurry your fucking ass up!" Sanae roared back, Reimu rolled her eyes and once she accesssed that the hidden room was safe, they were all motioned to enter... drinks were on the menu and Reimu quickly picks up a brew and heads over to LA Knight.

"Hey dude, where did the world fuck up when the anarcho-communist dicksleaves took control?" Reimu flipped her luxurious long hair and sat down next to the LA Knight, Reimu looked at his massive chisled body, his chest tattooed with the signature "YEAHHHHH!" He would yell during WWE Events back in the day.

L.A Knight YEAH!

The LA Knight looked at Reimu with a sense of patriotic admiration which came from his hatred of the Anarcho-Communists, he waltzed over to Reimu... he was out of his prime but still muscular and chisled like the rock.

The LA Knight lets out a throaty chuckle, a deep rumble of amusement resonating through his massive chest as he bounced his pecs with ease. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his broad frame, a smirk playing on his lips... YEAAAHHH!

"Ah, the world didn't just 'fuck up,' sweetheart, it got itself tangled in a mess of ideologies and power struggles n' shit... Jacksonville became the first communist city in America, following that shithole Philadelphia which became the most violent city followin' da anarchy shiet..." he began, his voice gravelly and authoritative. "See, those anarcho-communist jabronis thought they had the right idea, tearing down the establishment and all that jazz. But what they didn't realize is that chaos breeds chaos, and before you know it, you've got Skibidi Toilets invading and all hell breaking loose... fuckin' idiots."

He gestured dramatically, his eyes ablaze with a fiery intensity that held the rage of the LA Knight of old. "The problem, my dear, wasn't in the idea itself. It was in the execution. They wanted to tear down the old without building something solid in its place. And when you do that, well, chaos reigns supreme."

Reimu nodded, taking in his words with a thoughtful expression. She took a sip of her drink, the cool liquid soothing against the backdrop of chaos outside which they could only tell was happening due to the sounds of gunshots and more sounds of SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI.

"So, what's the solution then?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

The LA Knight leaned in closer, his gaze intense. "The solution, sweetheart, is to find the one who caused all of this shit... and fill that motherfucker with lead... the motherfucker I'm talking about is that goddamn son of a bitch named Spongebob Squarepants... that yellow squeezable son of a bitch"

He leaned back again, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "And if those anarcho-communist jabronis don't get that, well, they're in for a rude awakening... too bad my back is fucked from all the wrestling n' shit... fuck my life"

Reimu nodded, she was eager to split that motherfucking sponge asunder with her trusty candlestick and her brethren of fellow surviviors that she had met along the way, Reimu asked one more question to the LA Knight.

"Where the fuck is this Spongebob Squarepants motherfucker at?!"

LA Knight smirked and pulled out a picture detailing the skyline of Jacksonville, Florida... mostly a shithole, he pointed at the tallest skyscraper which was called "The Krusty Crab Headquarters."

"See that motherfucking building, the great Mr. Krabs bought that fucking thing when the Krabby Patty went viral out of seemingly nowhere, don't eat any of the food here... it's like laced with drugs n' shit..." LA Knight warned about the Krabby Patties, they must've been awful for him to warn them.

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Chapter 11: The Chronicles of Honoka Kousaka Pt. 1

Honoka split her school uniform asunder and revealed her newfound latex bodysuit which she had created from carbon fiber and latex, this pissed-off, god-fearing american patriot had seen the horrors of Skibidi Toilet for all it was worth... as well as all the horrors of the newly fucked earth, she saw no value in the world anymore due to the loss of the idol group she had formed as a child... her rage filled her heart as she strove for murder and bloodshed upon those who killed the ones she loved.

Honoka had converted to becoming the lone warrior who strove for nothing but death, blood and misery upon Skibidi Toilets, Anarchists and anyone who had a role in the deaths of her beloved ones...

The bright lights of New York City assault the senses of Honoka Kousaka who had grown to be 6'1 after an unprecedented growth spurt, her thick thighs were still powerful and she had aged up to 20 overnight... her eyes had grown to have red irises and she had grown to be insane and bloodthirsty for anarchist blood, she rolled into a bar... watching people drink all that disgusting cheap shit... she recoiled in disgust as she pulled out her trademark pink katana... she yelled at everyone in the bar.

"Hey bastards, where the fuck is that Winnie the Pooh bitch at?!"

Honoka held her pink katana towards all the drunk men in the bar, but they all laughed and jeered her... what the fuck was this idol girl doing in this fucking bar in the middle of New York.

"Hey bitch... go make me a sandwich while I play Dark Souls!" A fat, chubby son of a bitch dared to speak his mouth as he pulled out his pistol alongside everyone else, firing a ballistic fuckrage of bullets from their guns, some attached to their penises which they cocked and loaded upon Honoka who deflected the bullets with her pink Katana... she then charged at the motherfucker who made the sandwich comment and murdered the fuck out of him with her Katana... sending his body flying against the wall with elfin fervor.

"Now then... WHERE THE FUCK IS WINNIE THE POOH AT?! THAT SON OF A BITCH TOOK DOWN ALL OF MY GROUP FOR NO FUCKING REASON...!

Honoka yelled at the motherfuckers with elfin fervor, when nobody responded... she dove her hands into her pockets and began swinging her arms wildly as she rained bullets upon the anarcho-communists, tearing through them and leaving them with holes forged from lead.

The Honoka roared as she thrusted her hips wildly, she took up a boxing stance and with the power of six quadrillion nukes, she murdered the fuck out of the baristas and waltzed out onto the street.

Tossing her uzis back into her pockets, Honoka pulled out her pink Katana and began murdering the fuck out of the Skibidi Toilets with raw anger and genuine outrage at the scene...

Skibidi Skibidi Skibidi...

The toilet gives its last breath as Honoka smashes its head with an angry roar, the blood which came from HELL courses through her angry fuckveins and with an infernal cast, she runs towards the Empire State Building... she stood at the top as she began looking down at the ground below as people ran away from Skibidi Toilets and anarchists shot up the streets... she rolled her eyes.

"I will kill that Winnie the Pooh fucker... I will kill that Winnie the Pooh fucker... I will kill that Winnie the Pooh fucker... I will kill that Winnie the Pooh fucker..."

Honoka chanted with a maniacal look in her eyes, she was going to kill Winnie the fucking Pooh.

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Chapter 12: Battle of Houston, Texas

The Shaq and his group of loyal survivalists arrive to the surface once again after sleeping in the Houston Metro Tunnels, but what dare awaits them?!

"Shaq look out...!"

Ruiko Saten screamed as she stood behind Lightning McQueen alongside Stocking Anarchy, Kobayashi Rindou and Mika Jougasaki... the originators of the group all hid behind Lightning McQueen and fired vicious potshots at Skibidi Toilets before quicking hiding underneath the great Lightning McQueen.

Shaquille O'Neill wondered what Saten was talking about, but he instinctively ducked as a Skibidi Toilet had leapt over him, nearly tearing the flesh from his head right off... angry at the audacity of this motherfucking toilet, Shaq grabs his great chair of the gods and smashes the ruined skull of the Skibidi Toilet and tosses it across the battlefield with pinpoint accuracy as it knocks down a couple of larger toilets like bowling pins, murdering the fuck out of them.

PAO PAO PAO  PAO PAO PAO  PAO PAO PAO  PAO PAO PAO  PAO PAO PAO

Rin fired her weapon before quickly hiding beneath Lightning, Stocking quickly rolled to the side and leapt into the battlefield, picking up Uiharu and bringing her back to the safety of the group.

Uiharu had done her job admirably as she had worked as decoy alongside Shaquille O'Neill who was busy drawing the attention of the toilets by gathering their aggro in order to allow the rest of the members to snipe them from afar...

"Go... your turn, Saten" Mika patted her back as Ruiko nervously prepares to draw the attention of the Skibidi Toilets, she broke into the battlefield... shaking her arms wildly and performing the Anglerfish dance from Girls Und Panzer, wearing the pink angler fish suit and everything... the Skibidi Toilets greatly enjoyed this scene of watching Ruiko dance with the pink suit.

As Ruiko, dressed in the pink anglerfish suit began her performance, the Skibidi Toilets seemed transfixed by the spectacle. Their attention diverted from their previous targets, they turned their attention to Ruiko as they continued their Skibidi Chant.

brrr skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb.

With her arms shaking wildly and her movements mimicking the iconic Anglerfish dance from Girls Und Panzer, Ruiko danced with a mix of nervousness and determination. Despite the bizarre situation, she found herself oddly immersed in the rhythm of the dance, her heart pounding in her chest as she was humiliated... she was going to make that bitch Mika and Rindou pay.

"Hey, isn't this scene too fucking weird... like what if there are kids watching n' shit?" Uiharu spoke, she didn't have to do this weird angler fish dance like Ruiko did... Mika giggled softly.

"Awww... but it's cute, I think it looks great on Ruiko" Mika responded with moderate disappointment to Uiharu's words.

Meanwhile, Shaquille O'Neill continued his valiant efforts to draw the attention of the toilets, he flexed his massive biceps and began beating the ground, similar to Donkey Kong's Down-B in Smash Ultimate... sending weak shockwaves which attracted the toilets to his presence.

From a safe distance, the rest of the team observed the scene unfold, ready to take advantage of the distraction created by Ruiko and Shaquille. Mika, her eyes fixed on the toilets, silently signaled to the snipers, urging them to take their shots at the distracted targets... they had recently found new ammo in a local Dick's Sporting Goods.

As the Skibidi Toilets begin to retreat, the group thinks that they have won... Shaq lets out a victorious chuckle as he pats Ruiko on the head, Ruiko still wearing the angler fish suit.

"Aww... I didn't get any kills..." Uiharu sighed, even Saten and Lightning McQueen got kills... but not Uiharu who had worse aim than a fucking stormtrooper, Rindou chuckles and decided to do some more light teasing.

"Ha! Fuckin' NOOB"

"Wow... what a way to show your age, Rindou... who the fuck uses noob unironically nowadays outside of little kids on Fortnite?" Uiharu responded with annoyance, Lightning McQueen offers some advice to Uiharu.

"Don't worry baby... you'll kill some Skibidi Toilets with the gun someday, it's all about practicing your shot... you need to learn on handling recoil."

The wise words of the everlasting GOAT of racing struck a cord within the heart of Uiharu who had little to no fighting ability, she found herself hugging Lightning McQueen and taking his words in.

"Thanks, McQueen-sensei"

Stocking Anarchy cleaned off her gun with her stripped stockings, she checked the battlefield which was now littered with dead Skibidi Toilets and pieces of shrapnel which came from the splintered and destroyed bodies of the Skibidi Toilets.

"Now that I've gotten used to this life... these Skibidi Toilet things are fucking weak, I've faced much worse compared to these things... like those annoying fucking vengeful sperm ghosts."

Rindou looked at Stocking with confusion, she was utterly confused on what this chick was talking about, just what in tarnation was a sperm ghost, "Yo, Stocking... what the everlasting fuck are you talking about, what the fuck is a sperm ghost?!"

Stocking took a deep sigh as sipped some hot tea which she had been hiding in her pockets this whole time or rather... it was an empty tea cup and Stocking was pretending to drink out of the white porcelain tea cup.

"Something I was doing back in Daten City, before I was suddenly thrust into this new world called earth a couple of years ago... I don't even know how I got here, I suddenly found myself reborn in Houston, Texas..."

Shaquille O'Neill patted the back of his great buddy, Lightning McQueen as he gave him a fist-bump, fist-to-tire.

"Thanks for helping out Uiharu back there and thanks for protecting our buds, big dawg"

Lightning McQueen performed one of his usual "Kachows" as he nodded eagerly to the praise of Shaq, he was feeling good about himself, "Just supporting one of our good ol' comrades y'know."

All of this light camaraderie was very fun... but it would all go to shit as it was suddenly interrupted by a loud and deafening sound, it was your average Skibidi Toilet chant but much louder much MUCH MUCH MUCH louder.

My style is ri-dic-dic-diculous-ulous-ulous  BRRR SKIBIDI DOP DOP DOP YES YES, SKIBIDI DABUDU NEEB NEEB.  SKIBIDI DOP DOP DOP YES YES, SKIBIDI DABUDU NEEB NEEB.

Shaq, Rindou, Lightning, Uiharu, Mika, Ruiko and Stocking all watched in horror as this massive voice bellow at them, the earth shook with a violent groan as this massive presence stared down at them with its massive head and intimidating size.

"W-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" Rindou spoke in horror as this gargantuan of a Skibidi Toilet slowly approached them... it stood at the size of a small building, roughly 100 meters tall...

"I don't know about you guys... but we cannot take that fucking thing..." Shaq spoke with a look of horror squarely on his face, this titanic-sized toilet was much to big for them... but like a fucking idiot, they decided to shoot at the damn thing, doing absolutely nothing.

"Fuck them weapons, lets get the fuck out of here!" Shaq spoke as Lightning McQueen began opening his doors, everyone leapt into the cockpit... Shaq and Rindou seizing the front seats, leaving Uiharu, Ruiko and Mika in the back seats... Stocking looked back at the toilet before hesitantly entering.

As the group scrambled into Lightning McQueen, the atmosphere was tense with panic and urgency. Shaquille O'Neal and Kobayashi Rindou took the front seats rapidly, while Uiharu, Ruiko, and Mika squeezed into the back. Stocking, meanwhile, hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the towering Skibidi Toilet with a mixture of fear and determination.

"We can't just run away from this thing, we have to destroy that fucking thing..." she said, her voice surprisingly calm despite the chaos around them. "We need a plan to kill that fucking thing."

Shaq looked at Stocking with a raised eyebrow, he gave her a look that said 'Is this chick fucking stupid?' and looked at her with the utmost confusion, "Alright, What's Your Motherfucking Plan Then?"

The large Skibidi Toilet was greatly angered at how these motherfuckers disrespected it by trying to shoot at it... so it reached out its neck and nearly bit Lightning McQueen in half with its putriscent teeth and rancid breath that could only fit a Skibidi Toilet, Shaq pointed forward as he yelled at Lightning McQueen with a firm tone.

"Gun it, LIGHTNING MCQUEEN!"

As Lightning McQueen revved its engine, Shaquille O'Neal's commanding voice echoed through the chaos, stirring raw determination in his comrades. With raw fear coursing through their veins... Lightning McQueen began starting his engine with an infernal cast which as it let loose a RAW scream which everyone could hear, but nobody could understand.

As Lightning McQueen surged forward, narrowly escaping the snapping jaws of the monstrous Skibidi Toilet, Stocking quickly formulated a plan which Shaq, Rindou and everyone else clearly denied with quick and rapid fury.

Stocking felt insulted that her plan was refused, but she did not press further as the Skibidi Toilet slowly moves towards them.. singing its endless and soulless song, fucking their ears until they bleed out of their sockets, the Shaq covered his ears... shielding them from the loud and unprecedentedly loud song which threatened to shred through their fucking ears.

The sonic assault emanating from the Skibidi Toilet's melodically malevolent rendition inflicts a cacophony of auditory agony upon these hapless victims... Its frequency spectrum is a twisted labyrinth of dissonant harmonics, meticulously engineered to rupture eardrums and rupture sanity alike to the levels of Baby Shark and Throw it in rotation.

At its fucking core, the composition is an unfathomably loud Skibidi Toilet chant which fucks the ear of the listener to death.

Uiharu and Ruiko were sitting next to each other on the seats, they were watching videos of Mika Jougasaki during her idol years which she had recorded on her phone years ago, Mika smiled softly as she thought back to her idol years... but she still has never seen or found her younger sister, Rika Jougasaki who had gone missing following the dreadful Skibidi-Pocalypse. They were running through the crowds for ten minutes and when Mika looked over, Rika had vanished... disappeared into thin air... just like all her first dates.

Nobody could understand, percieve or comprehend how Rika Jougasaki disappeared from thin air and with a heavy sigh, they had just started singing and performing their cutesy idol shows together and they had so many plans ahead of them... then Rika disappeared from thin air... just like that, GONE, VANISHED.

"It sucks... and that's why I've joined this group with Rindou and Stocking, I believe Rindou joined because she wants to kill those Skibidi Toilet fuckers and Stocking joined because she wanted cake, tea and other sweets" Mika spoke, she pointed at Stocking from across the seats, she was sipping on some herbal weed tea and eating some Jellybelly Jelly Beans.

"Ooh yes! Creampie flavor!" Stocking squealed in ecstasy as she held up a beige colored Jellybean which she had dug from the pile of boring Top Bananas, Licorice, Cappucino and all those lame-ass flavors that nobody likes or cares about...

"Heh, at least they aren't those Bean boozled Jellybeans, those things are fucking nasty as shit... I'd rather die than eat the fucking spoiled milk Jellybean that cosplays as Coconut to fuck with the minds of the viewers..."

Ruiko tried to lighten up the mood for the three girls, she vividly remembered taking the Bean Boozled challenge with Ruiko and having to eat the dreaded spoiled mill Jellybean, it left Ruiko wanting to vomit for 3.14 days and forced her to miss school and ultimately made her traumatized of eating white jellybeans due to her raw trauma from those fucking things... they were an even worse experience than dying or being chewed to death by a Skibidi Toilet... Ruiko also remembered Uiharu having to eat a jelly bean which was either a strawberry smoothie or a dead fish... it was wild shit, wilder than anything on planet earth.

Shaq looked around the scenery as Lightning McQueen began to slow down slightly in order to give the passengers more freedom as opposed to being squashed against the chairs by incredible G-Forces which came from Lightning at his Top Speed of 230 M.P.H.

"Heya... Shaq, think we can stop for now...? I Kinda need some gas dude..."

The Shaq looked around the scenery, keeping his eyes peeled as he spotted a gas pump which was titled "Sunoco" and they stopped quickly, Shaq strives towards the gas pump and begins pumping Lightning McQueen full of Sunoco.

"You guys want any snacks or some shit that might be in the store, I say it's worth checkin' out guys"

Shaq spoke articulately to the group, the gas station probably had some food in there... but ultimately, they settled on getting some breath mints and a large bag of lays which was party sized, it was built to feed an entire party... but what Shaq also saw in the gasoline station was haunting to say the least.

"What the fuck is that...?!"

Shaq entered Lightning McQueen as he spotted the severed head of an old man, very wrinkled and one of his ees was prosthetic and staring at him creepily despite being dead, Ruiko walked up to it and felt a chill run down her spine.

"That's the head of the old bastard, G-Gensei Kihara...!"

Ruiko gave a brief overview of who Gensei Kihara was, an old fart who was obsessed with research and shit like that... Uiharu continued and spoke with a look of disgust as she kicked the head into a dumpster.

"That motherfucker was Gensei Kihara, he was an old motherfucking boomer who fucked over many people and caused a great explosion in the town we came from, Academy City which caused it to appear next to Houston, Texas for some motherfucking reason... probably to satisfy the plot of some stupid motherfucking story or some shit I don't motherfucking understand any motherfucking shit that is going on for some motherfucking reason..." Uiharu spoke as she stopped to catch her breath after talking out of her ass, she seemed quite exhausted.

"Yeah... sounds like a total asshole, but it looks like that guy is dead now..." Rindou responded, she looked inside the dumpster and saw that the severed head of Gensei Kihara was lying there motionlessly... there seemed to be some wires at the base of the neck and the dumpster was filled with a whole bunch of different things including rocks, posters, dolls, mannequins, yukari skirts, baseballs, pastramis, hats, undetonated nukes that nobody could use and a jehovah's witness.

"Whole buncha weird shit in there, though I think these hats could do well with a nice wash, if only it wasn't in that stinky dumpster..."

Rindou tossed the hat into the bottom of the floor of Lightning McQueen, he began to drive off again... now that he was all full of tasty Sunoco fuel which pumped through his veins or pipes... his wheels began to turn again as he roared to life... driving faster and onto the highway again...

The Shaq and his gang find themselves in the midst of a torrential fuckstorm, heavy rain begins blasting them with elfin fervor as they arrive at an abandoned Home Depot to go to bed... it had begun hailing heavily which was very painful and very dangerous for Lightning McQueen who had taken them inside Home Depot to sleep... the massive wearhouse was filled with the sounds of heavy hail which begun fucking the roof with their heavy blows, the hail was about the size of baseballs which made it painful as fuck... Lightning McQueen drives through the doors, ripping right through them as he comes to a quick stop in the middle of the store.

"Holy fuck... that hurt, I need to take a breather guys..."

Lightning McQueen panted heavily as his tongue stuck out like a dog, he had a couple of painful bruises on his body and his iconic Rust-Eze Bumper Ointment paint job was lightly damaged from the ensuing hail fuckstorm which had struck them like crazy... it was comedically unlucky and comedically coincidential for such an event to happen...

"No problem bro, at least we escaped that big motherfucking Skibidi Toilet... that is fair enough for us."

Shaq smilled softly at Lightning McQueen, he saw as everyone began preparing themselves to sleep in the middle of fucking nowhere... but that notion was coldly interrupted by a loud gunshot which whizzed through the air, nearly hitting Shaquille O'Neill in the back...

"Muthafucka, get off our god-damn property you fucking ding dongs."

"Guys get your positions!" Shaq's voice bellowed as he yelled at his comrades to hide, whoever was attacking them began firing a mass barage of bullets at Shaq who expertly deflected them with his godly chair...

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The remaining Houston Subway Tunnel Survivors - Weapons - Status

Kobayashi Rindou - Weak Pistol - Recovered from Mild Concussion

Stocking Anarchy - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status

Mika Jougasaki - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status

Ruiko Saten - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Kazari Uiharu - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Shaquille O'Neill - The Chair of the Gods - Healthy Status

Lightning McQueen - Himself - Recovered from low gas

Location - The Subway Tunnels of Houston, Texas

Group Name - Rindou & Company

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Chapter 13: Operation - Take down that motherfucking Sponge-bastard! (Jacksonville Final)

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY CAUSE THE READER TO EXPERIENCE SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION, JUST FYI

RECOMMENDED SOUNDTRACK: Monochrome Clock - Umineko When They Cry

The Great city of Jacksonville had long perished following the great cataclysmic event of the rise of Anarcho-Communists during the great Anarchism where all screamed for naught, windows were smashed, guns were shot and people were killed in the name of Anarchistic Communism, also known as Anarcho-Communism.

The Anarcho-Communists had control of Jacksonville by hypocritically having a totalitarian state which was unbefitting of Anarchism, but ultimately proved its power following the Skibidi-Pocalypse.

The Anarcho-Communists quickly seized control of Jacksonville following the tragedy, now having a complete stranglehold on Jacksonville and murders escalated to obscene levels following the Skibidi-Pocalypse.

The main leaders was Spongebob Squarepants, followed by demonic hellstar Patrick Star and Eugene Harold "Mister" Krabs.

"Damn... so this Spongebob fucker really has a stranglehold on society here and you say he resides in the Krusty Krab Headquarters?" Reimu spoke, she had been sipping on a tasty Piña Colada at the small hidden room as she talked to LA Knight.

"Yeah, that sponge-headed motherfucker is holed up in the Krusty Krab headquarters, he has direct influence over Jacksonville while crushing those who oppose the Anarcho-Communist ideology he proposes and worse... he profited from the Skibidi-Pocalypse... that motherfucker."

Reimu's eyes narrowed in disgust as she listened to the LA Knight's words. The revelation about this "Spongebob Squarepants" motherfucer and his influence over Jacksonville only fueled her resolve further to fill his ass full of lead. She set her drink down with a loud and thunderous thud, smashing the table to pieces as her mind already racing with plans to take down the Spongebob and his fucked-up Anarcho-Commie bullshit.

"Well, then it's settled," she declared, her voice firm with raw unadulterateed FUCKRAGE "We can't let that yellow sponge-fucker continue to hold sway over this city. It's time to put an end to his tyranny once and for all."

The LA Knight nodded in agreement, a fierce glint in his eyes mirroring Reimu's determination. "You got that right, sweetheart. It's time to show Spongebob and his cronies that their reign of terror ends here... though I'm old as fuck, I need you and your group to kick his ass for me."

Meanwhile across the small tavern, Sanae kept a watchful eye on Dia Kurosawa and Ruby Kurosawa, ensuring their safety amidst the chaos of their surroundings. She couldn't help but smile as she watched them enjoy their ice cream, a small moment of peace in the midst of turmoil which surrounded Jacksonville.

Mokou and Kaguya meanwhile were arguing again as always, those motherfuckers argued about everything and the idea of them arguing before they had to track down and kill Spongebob with Reimu and the gang was of course... correct, those motherfuckers argue about everything and anything... Sanae ignored their arguing as it was something as old as time itself, the fucking dinosaurs roamed the Earth and these two motherfuckers would still be arguing about things, they just never stopped and even as fellow survivors, they still dislike each other greatly...

Reimu slides her sharp and modified candlestick onto her back, similar to how Link would do so in the legend of Zelda... this trusty candlestick had already been covered in the spilt blood of Skibidi Toilets, now it will splatter impure anarcho-communist blood in a couple of hours, Reimu decided to let her comrades chill for a bit before they began their dangerous and violent operation in killing and removing Spongebob and his anarcho-communist friends.

"We will go, but first... let me finish this motherfucking Piña Colada"

Reimu spoke brutishly as she sipped her tasty pineapple drink, a truly rewarding treat for the hellish shit she was about to face... she decided to chat with the LA Knight again.

In the small room where the LA Knight resided, both Kaguya and Mokou decided to settle their arguments with a game of Monopoly, but they quit quickly once Mokou realized how fucking long this game was.

As Kaguya and Mokou settled down to play Monopoly, the atmosphere in the small room shifted from bickering to competitive concentration. However, it didn't take long for Mokou to realize the daunting length of the game. With each turn dragging on and the realization sinking in that Monopoly was indeed a time-consuming endeavor, Mokou couldn't bear the thought of spending hours locked in a battle for property domination.

"This is taking forever!" Mokou exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice as she threw her hands up in exasperation.

Kaguya sighed, reluctantly nodding in agreement. "I suppose you're right. This game does tend to drag on... even when I'm dueling your ass, you spicy chicken nugget!"

With a mutual understanding filled with hate, moons and fuckfire, Kaguya and Mokou abandoned their Monopoly game, opting instead by playing a game of Mario Kart 8 Deluxe on a nearby Switch which the LA Knight kept in this small room he seemed to reside in, Mokou took in the various paintings and pictures depicting his wrestling career back when he was in the World Wrestling Entertainment.

As they set aside the Monopoly board, the LA Knight chuckled from his corner of the room, amused by the swift change in plans that these two rival agreed upon, he spoke up with his usual throaty voice "Monopoly, huh? Yeah, that game's a real time-sucker. Better luck next time, ladies... just make sure to settle da rivalry before one of you two dies."

Kaguya rolled her eyes at the LA Knight, she spoke with her usual haughty tone which conveyed her sheer arrogance, stupidity and reddit-induced personality that had long infected the former lunar princess.

"I am not gonna die... Shaun."

Kaguya spoke bluntly, referring to him by his first name as opposed to his ring name "LA Knight" which caused him to look at her in confusion that could only be achieved by fucking math courses.

Reimu tossed her Piña Colada glass into the wall with elfin fuckfire running through her veins, the glass shattering into various pieces which the LA Knight doesn't seem to mind, probably because he cared more about those anarcho-communist fuckfarts and those Skibidi Toilets which threatened his humble abode in the backstreets of Jacksonville where the former WWE Wrestler had fled... he probably would've joined Reimu and her group of survivors but he was old now, he was a shell of his former self back in the WWE... back when he would face The Rock and Roman Reigns.

"Thanks for hosting us, Shaun Ricker.. A.K.A The LA Knight"

Reimu smiled softly as she gave LA Knight a big hug for his kind and helpful hospitality, the LA Knight hugged her back with equal gratitude for visiting his humble yet lonely abode after days of complete isolation at the hands of the Skibidi Toilets and Anarcho-Communists.

"Bye Reimu... kill those motherfucking Anarcho-Communists for me, you crazy motherfucker."

Reimu called upon her group, she addressed them with a loud and clear voice as she stood atop a large table at the room... signifying them to get a move on, ready to fuck whatever stood in their paths.

"Time has come to pound this shit out...! We need to penetrate their defenses IN and OUT, then we must THRUST forward and bring this shit to a climax for that sponge-bastard!"

Reimu's words bellow across the room, striking fear and motivations into the hearts of Sanae, Mokou, Kaguya, Dia and Ruby...

"Uhm... a-alright... Raymoo" Ruby sputtered out nervously as she held a pile of food which she set down in a small refrigerator in the room with LA Knight before picking up a small hammer she found on the floor, Dia picked out a large serrated knife which was fit for slicing meat apart with effortless precision and raw fuckpower.

"On it, Reimu... but we need to get better weapons for this shit..." Sanae responded, the LA Knight decided to grant their request, handing Sanae his only weapon... a large minigun which was suited for someone like Heavy from TF2.

"Damn... this is some serious shit, where the fuck did you get this from...?" Sanae asked with a curious tone as she held the heavy weapon in her hands, the LA Knight handed her a large bag of Ammo which was to be kept in the backpack that Dia wore on her back.

"I was gifted with this massive beast after dethroning Roman Reigns that one time, I dunno where THEY got it from but who cares... the guy who gave it to me was Rob Gronkowsky, supposedly he fired the fucking weapon before... this motherfucker is loaded so don't think about pointin' it at Reimu or me for that matter."

The LA Knight responded, Kaguya looked at Sanae with slight jealousy as her geeky and nerdy habits began to show again, "Aww... I wanted to wield Heavy's weapon from Team Fortress 2..."

"Too bad... maybe you can find a diamond sword laying on the ground or something..." Mokou chuckled with glee, patting Kaguya on the back sarcastically.

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: Hellfire Mantle - Touhou Project

Reimu expertly dodged the raging headbutt of a Skibidi Toilet, stabbing her candlestick through its raging head as it was sent into a frenzy of insane Skibidi Chants which signified its frantic mental state.

SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI

"Time to say bye, motherfucker!"

Kaguya stuck her trusty musket into the eye socket of the Skibidi Toilet and with a violent bang, the bloody viscera of the Skibidi Toilet was spread across the concrete floor of the large concrete jungle of Jacksonville, the scene must've attracted more Skibidi Toilets who began to follow them like zombies, they both wanted to gnaw on Kaguya's flesh and get revenge for the brutish execution of the Skibidi Toilet which had dared to encroach the group...

"Damn... those motherfuckers look pissed, never knew they had some form of emotion... those motherfucking pieces of porcelain!" Dia cursed out, tightly holding her large knife while she stayed close to Ruby, making sure to protect her little sister with her life if needed... Reimu hollered as she feels the Skibidi Toilets encroaching upon them closer.

"Fire, keep those bastards at bay!"

Mokou and Kaguya began firing potshots upon the Skibidi Toilets, there weren't too many... but enough to potentially surround them which would become a serious problem, so Mokou and Kaguya made sure to keep them at bay with a syncronized volley of musket shots which worked similarly to a jab would in boxing, by keeping the Skibidi Toilets at bay.

Dia and Ruby ruthlessly worked as a team by passing Mokou and Kaguya ammunition while Sanae was unable to do anything, she had to carry the very heavy minigun which left her vulnerable but also gave her the most lethal weapon by far in the group... hidng beneath some fallen buildings, Reimu looked on for any motherfucking anarcho-communists who could potentially snipe them from afar with their neon-crimson sniper rifles.

Reimu scanned the area, she points at a group of anarcho-communists, armed with their blood-red military uniforms and impressive guns, they stood on lookout for anyone who dared to cross their path, Kaguya and Mokou nodded in agreement as they began to line up their muskets to their targets, those fucking ugly commie bastards... they were standing atop a small McDonalds restaurant in the city and with elfin fervor did the Fujiwara No Mokou and the Kaguya Houraisan begin firing their weapons with all piss and vinegar... MURDERING THE FUCK OUT OF THE ANARCHO-COMMIES.

"G-guys... they're already dead...!" Ruby stuttered out nervously as their bodies fell from the yellow arches of the restaurant, their bodies spilling organs out as they land upon the cold concrete ground... Reimu observed their spilt organs and recoiled in disgust, not because of the organs but because they were anarcho-communists, the veins in her thighs pulsed rapidly at the scene as Sanae hollered out instructions, her voice could only be heard by the group.

"Lets roll... we've got a motherfucking yellow sponge to kill."

Reimu nodded in acknowledgement for her green-haired comrade, Sanae who was essentially Luigi while Reimu was Mario... such was their relationship within the group of survivors...

This group of angry-trenchcoat wearing brethren strove across the Jacksonville wasteland, wrought with the split pieces of porcelain and anarcho-communist bastards... Reimu observed as a group of anarcho-communists were fighting against a small horde of Skibidi Toilets, a group of Skibidi Toilets jump the rogue anarchist group... mauling them to death with their vicious headbutts and violent gnawing teeth which ripped them to shreds, Reimu rolled her eyes.

"Oh well... as long as it distracts the Skibidi Toilets from approaching us, that's all I care about... I don't care if anarcho-communists die as a result" Reimu spoke with a nonchalant tone, Dia spoke up with a sarcastic smirk.

"Wow... careful not to cut yourself on that edge Reimu... cuz that's some edgy shit right there."

To her, it was merely a distraction, a means to keep the Skibidi Toilets occupied and away from their own group. Dia's sarcastic remark only elicited a smirk from Reimu, acknowledging the irony of her attitude.

"Edge or not, it's survival out here," Reimu retorted, her tone unapologetic. "We do what we have to do to stay alive and accomplish our mission. If that means letting the Skibidi Toilets deal with our enemies, then so be it."

"B-But that's very mean...!" Ruby sputtered out nervously, Reimu responds harshly.

Reimu's expression hardened as she turned to face Ruby, her eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and annoyance at this pathetic and utterly pointless drivel that this shy, awkward and utterly useless member had to speak up.

"This isn't about being mean, Ruby... filthy anarcho-communist fucknuggets don't deserve to be treated with respect" she replied sharply, her voice tinged with impatience. "This is survival, there is no easter bunny, there is no tooth fairy... and there is no queen of England... this is the Real World...!, we can't afford to hold onto sentimentality or sympathy. We have a goal to accomplish, and we'll do whatever it takes to achieve it... if it means having to use anarcho-commie bastards as live Skibidi Toilet bait, so be it."

She paused for a moment, her gaze unwavering. "Those anarcho-communists chose their path to be fucking assholes, just like we've chosen ours. If they fall victim to the Skibidi Toilets, then I don't give a flying fuck because they decided that they wanting anarchism and communism at the same time... those fucking bozos."

Reimu's words were harsh, ugly and cruel... but they were the truth that demonstrated their fucked up world, the world brought in by the Skibidi-Pocalypse and in this motherfucking piece of dogshit world they lived in, sentimentality was a luxury they couldn't afford and was utterly useless, as edgy as that shit sounds and Reimu was fully willing to avoid an untimely death by being a fucking idiot and trying to rescue these anarcho-commie bastards... so Reimu didn't give a shit.

Ruby's expression faltered in despair, she was a sweet and empathetic girl who was bitterly smacked by the words of reality that came from the filtthy and vulgar mouth that Reimu had, there was no reason to spare any of these commie fucknauts and those evil white porcelain Skibidi Toilets... so they tread upon the festering glass and broken porcelain cautiously, navigating the dangerous streets of Jacksonville, Florida.

"Onii-chan... why did this happen?" Ruby spoke as she clung close to the older Dia Kurosawa who was confused and in despair as well, she hugged Ruby and kissed her on the forehead.

"Ruby-chan... I don't know why the Skibidi Toilets came to invade our planet, but we must remain strong and follow Reimu's lead... Reimu and the gang will keep us safe and sound... alright...?" Dia patted Ruby on the back sweetly, gently running her fingers through Ruby's red hair, stroking her back softly as they tread upon the shitty streets of Jacksonville, Florida.

Cuz my style is ri-dic-dic-diculous-ulous-ulous brrr skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb.

Reimu heard the sound of an approaching Skibidi Toilet, ducked under its vicious headbutt and returned with a solid strike right to the cranium of the Skibidi Toilet, splitting its head asunder for all mankind to see.

"Careful Reimu... those motherfuckers are lowkey stealthy despite their crazy singing shit..." Sanae warned, still toting that heavy fucking minigun that rendered her unable to carry other weapons, Reimu nodded and pointed at an approaching building... a massive public parking lot in the middle of Jacksonville, Florida...

Reimu's senses heightened as she listened to Sanae's warning, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.. knowing that the Skibidi Toilets may have been stealthy, but Reimu was no stranger to their basic and ordinary tactics, they were stupid yet capable of surrounding them if Reimu ever lowered her guard.

With a nod of acknowledgment to Sanae, Reimu spotted the looming public parking lot nearby, a massive structure made out of nothing but concrete and rebar... this massive structure would provide them various viewpoints of the city so they could find wherever this motherfucking Krusty Krab headquarters were because Jacksonville was a fuckswarm of buildings and therefore the Krusty Krab headquarters was oddly obstructed despite being the largest structure in the entire city.

"Let's head for that parking lot," Reimu commanded, her voice firm and reminiscent of a drill sergeant one would see in the movies, "We can use it to regroup and strategize our penetration into the defenses of the Krusty Krab Headquarters... make sure not to get lost in there you fucking idiots."

With swift and agile movements, Reimu expertly stepped across the trecherous ground which was filled with festering glass, shattered rubble and sharp tin cans which threatened to slice them to death, the others soon followed... though Kaguya and Ruby had trouble navigating through that massive pile of rubble that dare to stand before them... right in front of the entrance to the massive public parking garage which was currently filled with destroyed cars, empty homeless tents and Skibidi Toilets which were gnawing on the flesh and bones of the dead homeless people who had previously lived in this massive public parking garage which was once home to millions of different cars, now all of the cars were broken but the place otherwise looked like it had been quickly abandoned with it still being connected to a small office building which was also likely abandoned and in a similar state to the public garage...

As they reached the public parking lot, Reimu spoke with a determined tone as she examined the fucked-up scene in front of them, what a fucking shithole this city was... huh?

"Alright, everyone, listen up," she began, her voice commanding attention. "We should be getting a much better view of where that yellow piece of shit lives, but we can't let our guard down... this place is infested with Skibidi Toilets and other fucked-up shit that could wipe us the fuck out."

As Reimu said this, a Skibidi Toilet which was rapidly shaking rapidly approached them... Kaguya panicked and shot the motherfucker through the temple, she pumped her fist at her remarkable shot.

"Fuck yeah! Headshotted that motherfucker!"

Reimu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Kaguya's enthusiastic celebration, her expression a mixture of amusement and disbelief at this petulant and cringeworthy scene... Despite the seriousness of their situation, Kaguya's reaction provided a momentary distraction from the grim reality of their surroundings...

"Good shot, Kaguya," Reimu remarked, her tone laced with a hint of amusement. "But let's stay focused because we've got a job to do, and we can't afford any distractions... this isn't Call of Duty... you motherfucker."

She turned her attention back to the task at hand and began scanning the area so she could find wherever the fuck the Krusty Krab headquarters was located at... The parking lot provided a vantage point which allowed them to see over all the annoying buildings which normally blocked their views of where the Krusty KRab Headquarters was located... Reimu quickly spotted the tallest buidling from the top of the public parking lot... now they knew that they had to head north in order to end SPongeBob and his oppressive anarcho-communist regime which had tainted an already fucked-up city in Jacksonville.

"We need to keep moving, time to kill some motherfucking sponge..." Reimu continued, her voice firm. "Stay sharp and keep an eye out for any more surprises. We're getting closer to our target, but we can't let our guard down until we've taken down Spongebob and his regime for good."

With raw apoplectic fuckrage boiling through her veins, Reimu and the newly formed gang began to walk down the Public Parking Lot, they killed and merc'd the fuck out of whatever stood in their way, porcelain was split asunder, heads were smashed, flushes were heard and gunshots rang throughout the city... it's Reimu time!

The remaining Aventura Mall Survivors/Weapons/Status

Reimu Hakurei - Large Candlestick with sharp end - Healthy Status

Sanae Kochiya - Heavy Minigun - Healthy Status

Kaguya Houraisan - Musket - Healthy Status

Fujiwara No Mokou - Musket - Healthy Status

Dia Kurosawa - Kitchen Knife - Healthy Status

Ruby Kurosawa - Small hammer - Healthy Status

Location - Jacksonville, Florida

Group Name - The Southeastern Survival Group of Florida

My favorite part was when Reimu said its morbin time and morbed all over the other guys, TIME TO ROCK THE FUCK OUT!

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: ENTER SANDMAN - METALLICA

Reimu relished the roar of a Skibid Toilet as she delivers a swift and decisive strike to the nearby Skibidi Toilet with her candlestick, splitting its head asunder as she relished the satisfaction of the kill, as she stood amidst the chaos, she turned her attention to Mokou and Kaguya, urging them into action as her voice bellows across the battlefield

"Mokou! Kaguya! Start firing! We need to clear a path to the Krusty Krab entrance get those bozos!" Reimu's voice cut through the noise of battle, commanding and urgent and laced with raw fuckfury which had consumed her soul.

Mokou and Kaguya wasted no time, shouldering their weapons and unleashing a barrage of unholy gunfire upon the approaching Skibidi Toilets in a raw swarm of lead danmaku with the practiced precision of a stormtrooper, they aimed for their targets...dispatching the Skibidi Toilets with accurate gunfire which ripped through their skulls... murdering the fuck out of them.

As the Skibidi Toilets fell under the onslaught of bullets, Reimu seized the opportunity to push forward, leading her group towards the entrance of the Krusty Krab headquarters. The path ahead was still fraught with danger, but they were determined to overcome any obstacles that stood in their way...

Dia leapt into action, stabbing a Skibidi Toilet through the skull with her hellish kitchen knife before it could land on the defenseless Sanae Kochiya who was storing her ammo for the great fight against the anarcho-communisr scumbag... SPONGEBOB.

With Mokou and Kaguya providing cover fire, Reimu and her comrades advanced, their determination unwavering as they closed in on their ultimate goal. Victory was within reach, and they would stop at nothing to achieve it.

The massive entrance of the building was gaudy and tacky as fuck, there were three large golden statues of SpongeBob, Patrick Star and the founder of the Krusty Krab, Mr. Krabs.

As Reimu and her comrades approached the imposing entrance of the Krusty Krab headquarters, they were greeted by the sight of three massive golden statues looming before them... looking down upont them like they were rats beneath them. This odiously gaudy and tacky design of the statues stood in stark contrast to the grim reality of their surroundings, a testament to the ostentatious nature of Spongebob and his regime and the pure hypocrisy of the anarcho-communist government that Jacksonville employed because while the anarcho-communist fucknuggets were being devoured and eaten alive by Skibidi Toilets, this annoying yellow sponge bastard had a golden statue in his main building...

Spongebob, Patrick Star, and Mr. Krabs stood tall and proud, their golden forms glinting in the elegant and upscale lobby of the Krusty Krab Headquarters, these golden statues exuded the sheer arrogance and pretentious nature of SpongeBob and his crew, the statues were all sipping on the fanciest of champagnes as they stood amongst the luxurious lobby... SpongeBob had his statue modified to have incredibly large muscles that would be fitting of a superhero such as superman... what a pretentious fucking bastard that guy was.

Mokou growled at this pretentious and self-centered display of utter vanity, her colon churned in disgust as this brutish ex-immortal was fdisgusted at this disgusting showing of arrogance and disregard anyone but himself, Mokou felt the desire to rip the sponge bastard to pieces.

"I'm going to slay this motherfucking sponge to pieces, fucking asshole... what kind of bullshit is this?! This is BULLSHIT!"

Kaguya rolled her eyes at this tacky and gaudy display, what tawdry fools would do something so utterly pretentious and foolishly stereotypical? "Wow, these guys look stupid as shit... lookin' like some sort of stereotype..."

"Alright... enough of the hollering, lets start going up the stairs you fuckin' whiners" Reimu rolled her eyes, she orders the timid Ruby to open the doors for them to go through the emergency stairs as the elevators weren't accessible without a keycard.

Ruby quickly complied with Reimu's order, she was far too shy to say "no" to Reimu, being the timid and shy girl she was... she opened the door for everyone to pass through before quickly shutting it tightly behind her once they all entered the emergency stairs.

As Reimu's group ascended the emergency stairs with elfin fervor, they found themselves in stark contrast to the opulent lobby they had left behind as the emergency stairs were ugly as shit... the emergency stairs were dimly lit with flickering lights casting eerie shadows across the grimy walls which were covered in mold and blood. The air was thick with the stench of cannabis, blood and mold and the sound of their footsteps echoed hollowly in the desolate space... the emergency staircases had been stashed in the farthest corner of the lobby so nobody could see how butt-ugly this fucking place was, just like Spongebob's entire campaign.

"This place looks like shit," Dia remarked, her voice barely above a whisper as she surveyed their surroundings with a mixture of disgust and apprehension... such an opulent lobby to be contrasted by such shitty emergency stairs... typical SpongeBob behavior.

Reimu nodded in agreement, her expression grim as she scanned the dimly lit stairwell for any signs of danger, "Yeah... this place looks like shit, but what do I expect from an anarcho-communist... these motherfuckers are all about appearances and this applies to SpongeBob and his Krusty Krab cohorts..."

Reimu spat out a piece of cartilege onto the cold metal emergency stairs, she had obtained such a foul piece of meat from a sandwich that Ruby had cooked up earlier from the pork of a nearby grocery store she had found that day, they had cooked it up previously at LA Knight's small household before making their way onto the Krusty Krab headquarters.

As they arrived to the second floor, a pair of masked assailants wearing creepy Bugs Bunny and Woody Woodpecker masks attacked them at knifepoint, Reimu holds her ground as she begins wrestling the man in the Bugs Bunny costume.

"Nyyyyyyaaaaaaaahhhhh, what's up, doc?!" This motherfucking bunny bastard, Bugs Bunny spoke with an annoying voice as he began wrestling Reimu against the walls, threatening to rip Reimu's throat asunder.

"Enough of your fucking bullshit, rabbit bastard," Reimu retorted, her voice dripping with raw fuckrage as she grappled with her opponent against the walls, despite the assailant's raw strength, Reimu held her ground as adrenaline pulsed through her upper extremities, her eyes blazing with intensity as she fought to gain the upper hand against this petulant fuckhead.

"AIN'T YOU A GODDAMN FUCKIN' PIECE OF SHIT?! I'M GONNA SHOVE THIS FUCKING GUN UP YOUR ASS, MOTHERFUCKER!"

That was the loud voice of Kaguya Houraisan, repping her trusty musket as she snuck behind Bugs Bunny, stuck her musket up his asshole and she yelled bitterly, the raw fuckrage of 1000 suns coursing through her veins, she began sweating blood, "Time to fill your ass full of lead, motherfucker!"

Kaguya pulls the trigger as Bugs Bunny begins to violently shake as his body is riddled with bullet holes from Kaguya's musket, murdering the fuck out of him and as soon as he died... Kaguya tossed his body down the stairs with total disdain, Woody Woodpecker began to nervously laugh as Mokou grabbed him by the throat and smashed his liver with a vicous bodyshot and tossed him down the stairs as well, letting him to die as his body explodes into pieces from the great fall down to the bottom...

Kaguya reached into her pocket, clicks on Clash Royale and with one button press, she clicks the perfect emote to access the situation that had just unfolded before their very eyes.

HE HE HE HAW

Reimu chuckles at this gruesome scenery as she adjusted her hair ribbons with feverous precision which was stronger than the likes ever seen before, she adjusted her ribbons as she saw the dead bodies of Bugs Bunny and Woody Woodpecker, two archdemonic fuckheads who were no longer alive due to the sheer fuckrage that Kaguya underwent to defeat them...

reaching the second floor, they entered and quickly spotted the unholy abomination that awaited them... more Skibidi Toilets, but these Skibidi Toilets were much different from their white porcelain counterparts which were ever common and prone to attacking humans without reason beyond eating them, but these toilets were made of darker grey material and most notably... they had police sirens and police hats on them.

Cuz my style is ri-dic-dic-diculous-ulous-ulous brrr skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb.

Reimu shrugged, she didn't see these motherfuckers as threats at all... she's already killed hundreds of Skibidi Toilets already, these were no different... just Skibidi Toilets doing cosplay, that's all.

"Hey Dia, would you mind passing me that knife real quick... I'd like to cleave some Skibidi heads asunder real quickly..." Reimu spoke nonchalantly, her eyes gleaming with the look of raw murder on her face... a hint of sadism locked in there as well.

Dia handed the knife to Reimu without hesitation, her expression mirroring Reimu's determination. She knew that they were facing dangerous enemies, but she also trusted in Reimu's ability to handle the situation with ruthless efficiency.

"Here you go, Reimu," Dia replied, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. "Just be careful... I know we've killed hundreds of Skibidi Toilets already... but this one looks different."

"I don't fucking care, time to merc this bitch."

But before Reimu and the gang could do anything, this motherfucking Skibidi Toilet cop shocked everyone by doing something that no other Skibidi Toilet could do, it pulled out a motherfucking gun from its upper tank and quickly fired at Reimu who shoves Dia and everyone else to the ground before grabbing a heavy metallic door and covering them all with it.

"WHAT IN THE FLYING FUCK WAS THAT?!"

Reimu roared in confusion as the door was being bombarded by a rhythmic interval of bullets, it seemed the Skibidi Toilet gun could only hold one bullet which meant it had to reload... but a gun was still a gun and it was wildly dangerous.

Skibidi Skibidi Skibidi Skibidi Skibidi...

The Skibidi Toilet policeman spoke monotonously as it continued its incessant chanting, it began blaring its police siren as more Skibidi Toilets arrived at the scene... they all began shooting at the door... though it seemed liked they lacked any actual tact and strategy beyond mindlessly shooting at the door which held strong despite their attempts to breach beyond the door.

sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi

It seemed one Skibidi Toilet attempted to go around the door, this Skibidi Toilet was about to make a fatal mistake as the second it appeared... Reimu smashed its head asunder with a vicious blow which came from hell itself, tearing into its skill and with elfin fervor... she grabbed its ruined porcelain rim and threw it at the other Skibidi Toilets which had been focused on shooting them through the door... the sheer velocity that the ruined Skibidi Toilet was thrown at caused them to topple over like bowling pins, Reimu quickly took this opportunity to grab the ruined Skibidi Toilet and she begins to smash them all to pieces with the ruined Skibidi Toilet husk, smashing them to bits like it was a fucking mace... Kaguya and Mokou joined in the fun as they began raining hell upon them with the butt ends of their rifles, Sanae stayed back with Dia and Ruby as protection in case anything snuck behind them and surely enough.

"NYYAAAAAAAAHHHH WHATS UP DOC?!"

"JE JE JE JEE JE JE JE JE JEE JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

Sanae looked on in utter horror as the bloodified corpses of Bugs Bunny and Woody Woodpecker climbed up to the summit of the second floor, their limbs bleeding profusely yet their skeletons looking akin to that of an Animatronic from Five Nights at Freddy's.

"JE JE JE JEE JE JE JE JE JEE JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU GONNA DIE GUYS, YOU GONNA DIE! JE JE JE JEE JE JE JE JE JEE JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE "

Woody Woodpecker laughed demonically as he carried a heavy bomb, he looked deranged and evil... Sanae held up her massive minigun at these archaic demonic hellfucks but before she could fire, Ruby Kurosawa suddenly charged at Woody Woodpecker and gave him some sweet chin music with a vicious Super Kick straight to the jaw, knocking that motherfucker out, Dia quickly dashes towards the bomb and throws it at Reimu.

"REIMU, CATCH THIS SHIT!"

Dia screamed as the bomb rocketed through the air like a baseball, Reimu caught the bomb and quickly throws it at a horde of oncoming Skibidi Toilets from the halls, Reimu yelled angrily.

"Take that you motherfuckers!"

Reimu, Kaguya and Mokou back off as the bomb explodes... murdering the fuck out of all the charging Skibidi Toilets and on the other side, Sanae began to violently swing the unconcious corpse of Woody Woodpecker, swinging him similarly to how mario would swing bowser from his tail and it wasn;t long until Sanae launched him at Bugs Bunny who had been creepily approaching them until his body was struck by Woody Woodpecker... they were knocked back down and this time, Mokou leapt down from the 2nd floor with Dia's knife, plunging it through their bodies and quickly ripping out their iron-clad hearts, signaling their death at the palms of their hands.

"Y-You killed me..."

Bugs Bunny reached towards the sky weakly before his body went limp, Mokou scoffed and smirked cunningly at this scene.

"Good."

Mokou quickly makes her way back to the second floor to join with the rest of the group, Sanae was patting Ruby on the back as she congratulated the normally shy and timid girl and spoke up, "Damn... that shit was bad-ass."

"T-Thanks... Sanae."

Ruby smiled sheepishly, the path was now clear and Reimu happened to come across a keycard in a massive office room, some computers were still on... usually showing shitty memes, streaming and the occasional anime which Kaguya enjoyed eagerly... Reimu had to drag that dumbass kicking and screaming into the elevators as she was too hooked on the anime and hentai to leave, this dumb and naive former princess would probably die of dehydration if we surrounded her in a room full of water because of anime, she was just a fucking addicted to anime and shitty anime memes, hentai and reddit... now this girl had to survive and she was FINALLY touching some grass... just like that asshole told her one time on the internet when she was arguing about whether Madame Web 1 or 2 was better... of course, none of them could stack up to the legendary legacy of Morbius which shattered box office records by making more than 100 morbillion dollars at the box office.

"Hey, get off that fucking screen before I send you falling down those fucking stairs the way we left Bugs Bunny and his Woody Woodpecker fuckin' piece of shit!"

Reimu roared as she sunk her nails onto the back of Kaguya's collar, essentially performing a horsecollar tackle and dragging Kaguya across the dirty fucking floor, Kaguya was sent kicking and screaming as Reimu drags her into the elevator, Mokou helped in the dragging of Kaguya.

"Come on! Get your royal ass into the elevator, come on... we don't need you to go back to your anime and hentai addicted days... at least you ditched that motherfucking Gamestop hoodie and wore some proper clothing" Mokou spoke up bitterly, having to drag her rival into the elevator alongside Reimu... Sanae, Ruby and Dia all look at them quizzically at this ridiculous scene... Sanae rolled her eyes and Dia slapped Kaguya again, eagerly doing it again.

"You're holding up the mission you lazy NEET... how can you be a fucking badass on one scene and then a lazy NEET bastard in the next one?!"

Dia restrains Kaguya from leaving, Reimu holds the keycard which held access to the top floor which she had found in the building office, presumably the keycard for a butler or any other servant who served their spongy master... Reimu would rather kill herself than to serve that yellow fuck, such was the utter repulsion she held for SpongeBob.

She swiped the motherfucking keycard which was swathed with tattoos of the spongy fuck himself, the chip in the card was created from pink blood which was cultivated from the youngest of the seven sisters of purgatory, Asmodeus of Lust.

"here we go... get ready everyone, we might have the fight of our lives tonight..."

The elevator doors closed with a soft hiss, sealing Reimu and her comrades within its confines as they began their ascent to the 100th floor of the Krusty Krab headquarters located in Jacksonville, FLorida... As the elevator lurched into motion, a sense of anticipation and trepidation filled the air, filling their lungs with anxiety and fuckfury which was deeply infused into this brethren of NEETS, Washed-up Shrine Maidens, a delinquent and two teenaged school idols.

The interior of the elevator was dimly lit and gaudy as FUCK, casting long shadows across the faces of Reimu and her companions and illuminating the golden doors of the elevator and the luxurious wooden finish... The only sound was the low hum of the elevator's machinery as it climbed higher and higher, each floor bringing them closer to their destination.

As the elevator ascended, the numbers on the display panel above the doors steadily ticked upward, each change marking their progress towards the 100th floor and with each passing floor, the tension in the air grew palpable, a silent reminder of the dangers that awaited them at the top... who knows what this Spongy fucker was planning or capable of?

Outside of the building was a endless warzone of anarcho-communista and skibidi toilets who were both killing and eating each other with malicious intentions, murdering the fuck out of each other for no reason other than for self-defense and for self-sustenance... the loud gunfire and infinite "Skibidi" chants seemed so far away now, Reimu would have almost forgotten about the existence of all that shit that goes on outside if it weren't for the fact that she not only lived through that depraved fuckfest, but because she was also going to murder the motherfucker who certainly profitted and made the Skibidi-Pocalypse much worse than before.

Inside the elevator, Reimu and her comrades exchanged nervous glances, their expressions reflecting a mixture of nervous energy but also the feelings of raw fuckfury that pulses through their veins, Sanae feels her nipples harden as she is ready for warfare... she looks at Kaguya who nervously paces around the elevator and Mokou who cracked her knuckles and began sweating in raw anger...

Sanae saw Reimu who looked bored and began chugging some Mexican Tequila which she was gifted from the LA Knight before she left, it was small but tasty and most certainly... a perfect drink before a battle with the fucking SpongeBob.

Sanae lastly saw Ruby and Dia Kurosawa, the two idol sisters who nervously hug each other in timid fear... Sanae then looked at herself, her nipples had hardened and her thighs pulsed with renewed vigor which came from this excitement that filled Sanae's mind because finally... FINALLY could she use this massive Minigun on someone and the sheer excitement in the air greatly reminded her of her druggie days, back when she was a drug addict who was addicted to dopamine.

As the elevator continued its rough ascent, the air grew heavier, the weight of their mission pressing down upon them like a suffocating Steel Curtain which was similar to that of the Steelers Pass Rush back in the 1970s... it was suffocating and terrifying, but also excillerating at the prospect of finally taking down this "SpongeBob" motherfucker.

Reimu & the gang soon reach the top of the Krusty Krab Headquarters and into the penthouse that rested above Jacksonville, what awaited them there was none other than the Spongy fucker himself.

As the elevator doors slid open with the creaky sound of metal on metal... Reimu and her comrades stepped out into the penthouse that loomed above Jacksonville, Florida... The atmosphere was tense and raw as fuck... charged with the raw anticipation of meeting the great anarcho-communist dictator of Jacksonville... SpongeBob. In the center of the room was a large carpet made from the slain furs of tigers, hundreds of decorations were filled which depicted SpongeBob SquarePants, Patrick Star and el Don Cangrejo himself... Mr. Krabs.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome!" SpongeBob's voice rang out incessantly, a grating combination of condescension and childish enthusiasm which was befitting of a petulant fuckhead such as himself... He grinned widely, his eyes glinting with mischief as he surveyed the group before him, he saw them as nothing more than worms beneath a rectangular spongy god such as himself... "I've been expecting you, my dear adversaries, but I must say, I never expected such a... colorful bunch to come knocking on my door... you all look like rats, fuckin' street rats."

Reimu narrowed her eyes at SpongeBob's taunting tone, her jaw clenched as her colon churned in disgust at the sight of this pathetic fuckboi. She exchanged a glance of seriousness at her comrades, "Don't fuck this shit up for me... understand?"

"You may have thought you could outsmart me, SpongeBob... you probably think you're a fucking genius even though you're probably a fucking idiotic idiot... a FOOLISH FOOL" Reimu retorted, her voice dripping with disdain and condescension of her own... "But your reign of tyranny ends here and now, we're here to put an end to your foolish fuckery once and for all... YOU'RE FUCKED!"

SpongeBob guffawed petulantly, the sound grating pf his annoying and childish laughter got on their nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, my dear adversaries, you misunderstand like the losers that you guys are..." he replied, his tone dripping with faux innocence. "I'm not here to cause chaos and destruction, the only thing I desire in this world is to have power and to be powerful, that is all that I so desire... is it not the fault of the foolish masses for believing in something as idiotic and demented as Anarcho-Communism and is it really evil to profit off of the Skibidi-Pocalypse when civilization was going to collapse regardless?"

His words were met with a collective scoff from Reimu and her comrades, Reimu rolled her eyes at the lame fucking words of this spongy fuck, he was just as lame as she imagined... she grew sick of listening to the fucker.

"Shut the fuck up you fucking numpty, I'm gonna shit all over your fucking face!" Sanae snapped, her voice filled with raw anger which was increased by the strongth welling of raw fuckrage in her chest... "We know the truth, you're a fucking wimpy piece of shit who created the movement for no other reason than because you would get your fucking ass handed to you under real anarchism, though I doubt you know what the fuck either of those things are because Anarcho-Communism is the most contradictory fucking ideology I've ever heard and is further proof that we live under a motherfucking idiocracy."

SpongeBob's grin widened to supernatural levels, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he regarded the group before him. "You fucking fuckers, how dare you talk to the great SpongeBob SquarePants?!" he replied, his tone dripping with raw anger as he was insulted by the words of this bratty green-haired shrine maiden, "You truly are a spirited bunch of annoying maggots. But I'm afraid your little rebellion ends here. Prepare yourselves, for you're about to face the wrath of SpongeBob SquarePants you fucking bitches."

With a dramatic flourish, SpongeBob summoned forth his minions, Patrick Star and Mr. Krabs as he began readying himself for the battle that was about to unfold, SpongeBon wore tight speedos which emphasized his toned ass which he got from plastic surgery to give him fake muscles, he flexed his buttcheeks to Reimu, Sanae and everyone else... the back of his speedos said "Sexiest Sponge Alive... El SpongeBob."

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Gunshots rang across the penthouse as Mr. Krabs rips apart his claws with elfin fervor, revealing a pair of machine guns which began to spray raw fuckrage of bullets across the penthouse... but they were innacurate as fuck and missed virtually everything as Reimu hid behind a wall, Sanae behind another wall and the Kurosawa Sisters had snuck into SpongeBob's bedroom and hid under the bed.

As for Kaguya and Mokou, those two amazonian ex-immortal fuckheads had snuck to the top floors of the penthouse, Kaguya carefully aimed for the Chandelier of the penthouse, looking to knock the chandelier down and smash SpongeBob to bits and pieces... but the ol' spongy fuck moved out of the way as soon as the heavy chandelier was knocked down... he guffawed and chuckled.

"Ha! Nice try, loser!" SpongeBob's voice echoed through the penthouse, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction as he dodged the falling chandelier with ease, his movements quick and agile as he danced around the debris with an arrogant strut.

"You think you can take me down that easily?!" SpongeBob taunted, his voice rising with childish glee that matched a pissed-off kid playing call of duty "You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that if you want to defeat the one and only SpongeBob SquarePants!"

To further emphasize his petulant fuckery, he pulled down his Square pants and began to twerk at Kaguya, laughing and throwing childish insults in the process... he was a fucking childish overgrown baby...

Kaguya's eyes widened in disbelief at SpongeBob's absurd display of petulant fuckery, his twerking antics and childish insults sending a wave of annoyance coursing through her veins... filling her with raw fuckfury, she pulled out her musket and pointed it at SpongeBob again, she was eager to fire another shot at this motherfucker/

"You call that twerking?" Kaguya retorted angrily, these childish antics clearly got to someone as childish as SpongeBob himself, Kaguya yelled him anger, "Well I fucked your mom."

Reimu rolled her eyes at this pathetic display, it reminded her greatly of her time as a fucking bagger... Kaguya is still a fucking idiot and that is of no surprise to Reimu and Sanae, meanwhile Reimu was busy playing a game of chicken with Mr. Krabs.

"Come on Patrick, whip it out boyo..."

Mr. Krabs spoke to Patrick Star who nervously hid in the corner of the room until Mr. Krabs encouraged him and with a deep breath, Patrick Star opened his mouth wide and shoots out his stomach... nearly hitting Mokou who was situated on a catwalk in the penthouse.

Mokou's voice rang out with a bitter edge as she focused her aim on SpongeBob, her eyes narrowed in determination. She knew that their chances of taking down the spongy menace were slim, but she refused to let that stop her from trying.

"Get out of my way," Mokou growled as she looked at Patrick Star with disgust... her grip tightening on her weapon as she prepared to unleash a barrage of bullets at SpongeBob. "I'm not going to let some annoying and stupid fucking Crab or Starfish get in my way from killing a fucking Sponge."

With a flick of her wrist, Mokou summoned forth her trusty rifle as she aimed the barrel of the gun at the heart of SpongeBob, eager to murder the fuck out of him... but muskets weren't that accurate and as she pulled the trigger, EVERYTHING fucking missed... just like a stormtrooper would and Mokou was pissed.

"Aww fuckin' HELL!"

Mokou roared as she began firing her barrage of fuckbullets at Mr. Krabs who's machine-gun arm cannons were proving highly effective against Reimu and Sanae who was patiently waiting to strike upon this petulant fuckers.

Patrick Star meanwhile had waddled over to Spongebob's living room, Ruby and Dia were disgusted by how dirty and fucked-up Sponegbob's room was with an infinite supply of porn magazines, VR sex machines and dirty clothing everywhere... their colons churned in disgust upon this dirty scene.

"Holy fuck... it's Patrick Star, he's gonna fucking BLOW"

Ruby roared as Patrick Star shoots out his stomach like a rea; starfish does, but Dia timed her shot excellently and with perfect precion, she sliced Patrick's open stomach asunder.

"AIHGEIJ HIJEGHIEGU I:EGPH IEGIHP MY STOMACH!"

Patrick SCREAMED as his stomach was leaking acid across the floor and all sorts of unspeakable body fluids were spilling out as he dies on the floor, screaming and wailing in complete and udder agony.

"Uh oh boyo... seems something happened to our lad, Patrick Star"

"Who cares about that fuckin' star idiot bitch?"

SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs were having a discussion over the death of Patrick Star, using this petty squabble as a perfect distraction... Mokou redeemed herself as she fires her musket and smashes Mr. Krab's arm cannon to pieces.

"Great idea, you spicy chicken nugget."

Kaguya quickly followed suit as she fired her own weapon, destroying the second arm cannon of Mr. Krabs, he began to panic as Reimu rapidly approached him and with violent glee, she smashed Mr. Krabs to death with her trusty candlestick, leaving Spongebob surrounded from all angels and completely defenseless to this brethren of pissed off patriots.

Like the petulant fuckboi that he was, the loudest in the room was ALWAYS the most worthless... he talked all that shit when he was being carried by Mr. Krabs who had the ability to deal with multiple people at once with his swivle machine guns, but now that this rotund warrior had fallen... SpongeBob was fucked and about to be killed, he panicked nervously.

SpongeBob's panic was palpable as he realized he was now completely defenseless, he had been carried HARD and his eyes darting around the room frantically as he searched for a way out of this fucked-up situatio that had now befell this fucking bastard. His earlier bravado had vanished, replaced by a sense of desperate fear as he faced the wrath of Reimu and her comrades... he was inevitably CORNERED.

"Uh-oh, fuckin' hell" SpongeBob stammered pathetically, his voice trembling with anxiety. "This isn't good... This isn't good at all!"

His spongy frame quivered with fear as he backed away from Reimu Hakurei, Sanae Kochiya, and the others, his hands raised in a feeble attempt at surrender, after all of that shit talking... now look at him, powerless like a spider surrounded in Raid.

"I-I didn't mean it! that motherfucking bitch made me do it...! My Body isn't under my control!" SpongeBob babbled, his voice rising in pitch with each passing moment. "Please, you don't have to do this! I'll... I'll do anything!"

But Reimu doesn't care, she rolled her eyes and motioned Sanae to bring the heavy weapon over to Spongebob, placing the barrel of the Minigun against his yellow, spongy temple.

"What the fuck did you say you motherfucking piece of shit, tell me... who made you do this shit!" Reimu threatened this spongy fucker, if he didn't respond... he would surely DIE!

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̸̢̡̧͍̮̝̻̘̫̜̖̰̣̪̞̱̘̮͓́̑̉̓͋͌́̎͘͘̚͜ͅM̴̢̞̮̥̯̙̩̗̪̟͎̳͎͚̤͖̖̥̉̄̀̄̋͛̽̏ͅͅͅḘ̷̢̨̧͕͓̗͍̞̻̘̠̗͖̖̣͍̖̩̲͔̰̘̪͇̬͍̩̮̭̲̰̭̞̥̗͉͍͌̄͌͐̈́̈́̈́͊̀̿͑̅͗̂̊̍͋͆̓̈́̂̽͑̓͜͜ͅ ̴̨̡̨̨̡̢̨̛͉̫̜̲͍̜̘̤̯͓͍͕̘̲̹̼̤̬͍̤̗̣̩̞̯̲̙̱̠̻̲̪͖̯̙͎̝͎̓͂̾͒̋͗͆̈́̊̄̐͛̉̀̒̕̕͜ͅD̷̡̡̨̧̨̛̜͔̘̼͔̘͎̰̻̹͈̦̩̜͓̣̰͖̲̗̓͌͛́̑͂́͂̌̀̃̓͛̐͗͋̌͂̾́̚̕͝͝͝Ơ̸̢̡̧̧̛̛̛̟͓͚̬̦͕̖̤̤̖̹͈̩͎̜̠͇̯̹͙̖̭̟̭̝̯̦̦͚̯̠̰͉͙͎͛̎̉̃͑̉́̓̓̀̽̃͆͗̅̿͐͂̄͐̂̐͌̀̽̄͛́̽̈́̋̐̔̄̃͆̕̕͜͜͠͝ͅͅ ̷̡̼̭͖̝̜͉͉̹̺̞͓̘̘̥̫̰̱̬̲̮̥͕̒͛́͐̏̃̇̏̅͛̊̀͂͆̏̈́̆̏͑́̈́́̈̀̉̚͘Į̸̼͙̣̯̯̖̩͈̥̝̮̭̘̖̥̱͖̰̙̠̭͙͉̭͓̻̹̠͚̱͎̜̄̑͜ͅŢ̷̢̧̯̳̤̙͚͙̙̤̳͎̫͎͉̠͕̱̓̔͌̽́̇͋͛̄̿̔̿́̚͘͝ͅͅͅ,̴̢̢̢̨̳̲͍̫̝̘͍͕̜̦̳̗͙͈̥͈̳̙̞̹̙͚̞͓̣̤̗̙̘̳͉͐̔͝ͅ ̷̛̮̣͕̘̺͚͓̙̣̫̱̞̣̭͓̥̻̲̹̞͙̬̥̠̗̫̯̟͇̗̼̝̠̦͔̺͍͙̟̗̙͎͖̞̆̉̀͗̌͌̒͂̒̈́̈́͆̏̄̃̒̀̅̒͐̚͘͜͜͝Ỉ̵̢̛͉̗̙̱̝̖̣̺̩̪͉͎̑̀̀͊̀̅́̅̃̓̔̾̓̒̀̽̅͛̉̔̀̊͗̓͒̇͗͂͒̓̾̀̈́̈́̃́͑̚T̸̛͎͂́͛̈́̅́̔͆̕ ̵̹̟̝̊̈́̉̔̄Ẅ̷̢̘̝͇͚͇̟̣̳̩͇̭̰̹̩̟͖̮͇̳͓̲͍̮̼̘͎̯̊̏́̃̓͜͜͜͝ͅͅÄ̸̢̨̢̡̢͓͍̱̭̝̩̘̪̰̘̣̞̥̖͖̘̺̱̦̲̲͚̭̓͊͊̔̽̐̚͠ͅͅŞ̷̡̨̢̢̨̱̝̝̤͉̝̥̣̞̯͔̝̫̙̮̗̲̣̭͙̫͍͎͔̭͖̭̬̳͈̜̲͈͚͇͚̭̾͆̑̈̑͂͗͐̅͛̚͜͝ͅ ̸̛̹̖̗̺̭̭͓̝͉͓̘͒̈̒͗̇̌̏̌̑͑̽͊̈́͛̍̽̀̾͗̒̕̚͜͠͠ͅȞ̴̨̧̧̛̲̜͖̱̬͇̝̤̅̅̔͌̐̒̾̏̇̓̆͒̂͆̈́̂̆̄͌͑̄̾͂̅͒͌̅̄̇̉́̿̽̆̑̅̉́̎̉̅͘͠͝͠Ȩ̸̡̧̥̮̻̣̰̤͔̤̠̹͉͉̘͉͕̮̤̪͙̜̫̮͖̲̘̯̜͎̭̖͔͓̀̀͋̀͆̽͐͋̅̅͜Ŗ̷̨̢̛̯̞͇͇̖̠̭̦̻̤̻̙̺̖͍̪̻̬͚̱̣͈̯̪͙̣̙̮̬̠͚̦̩̥̲͐̊̀͋͛̓̈́̄̋̈́͒̽̏̇͊͂̑͗͛̐̑̌̉̅̏̎͐͋̋̉́̋̈́̾͗͘͘̚̚͝!̷̡̛͕̬͕͓̪̦̺̞̪̌͛̇͌̎̌͑͛̐̑̎̓͒́̐̒̌̀̀̊̆͂̉̎͊̅̄͐̿̑͗͛̈́̈́́́͘̚̕͘̚͝͠ͅ!̸̡̜̫̘͖̗͙͓̰̞̼͓̼͛͆͛̈̈́̓̈́̎̽̐̏̃̊́̍͂̄͑͛͛̃̀͗̾̑̆̚͘͝!̸̨̨̯̰̥̱̩̺̺̪̼̜̤͎̯͈̖̙͔̈́̋̎̂͐̑̉̂̿̏̉̓͑̓͒̋̂̌̍̽͂͌̌͒̔̍́̊̎̀͂̂̆̆̀̄͌̅̚̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅ ̴̛͖̤̟̙̣̖͎̍̇͆͋̐͑̀̒̐́̏̀́͑̊̑͒̇̏͆͆̕͘ͅͅĮ̸̨̡̹͙̝͎͇̱̞̟̞̞̘̖̄́̿̀̋̔̌͋͌̿́̋͐͐̎̓̇̀̉͒ͅȚ̵̨̢̘̜̞͍̻̖̣͎̺̳̹̳̼̬̤̠͖̬͕̙̪͔̭̞̫̣̯͔̭̜̘̺̦̣͈̭̰̟̠̠͆̊̐̊̀́̿̔̊̏̈͑̊̌̒̓̿͆͆̒̄͂̃̍̿͒̔̚̕̕͝ ̸̧̧̨̡̛͇̫͔̣̤͉̻̰̖̰̩͉͕̱̭̮̪̫͇̲̳̻̟̤̰̮̙̼̲̜͖̜̤̟̦̱͎͚̙̇̐̇̃͋͑͑̀͑̏͒́̋͐̾̑̾̓̽̐̏̏̈́͛̏͛͛̊̌͜͜͠W̵̧̧̤̠̺͕̘̺̖͎̮̪̝̠͚̬̙̥̺̗̥̐̆̽̈̇̽̍̓̉̀̀̔́͛͒̐̀͆̌̎̋͆͑͠͠͝͝ͅȦ̴̡̢̡̛̯͖̠͓̤̹͖͔̹̜͓͔̤̱͖͙̱͈̬̙͖̰͈̩̣͈̘̦̝͓̺͔̹̟̆̒̇͒̎̆̔̄̂̈́̚͜͝S̵̛̩̓̿̾̐̄̋̓̌̀̑͑͌͗̽̋̌̑̿̍̏̐̈́̏̂̐̈́́̉̚͘͘͠ ̴̡̨̡̨̨̡̢̩̺̙̥̳̱̹̗̣̙̜͍̘̜͉͉̝̗̻̳̣̮̼̦̼̩̮̬̪̝͙̼̬̖̮͍͂̽̅́̈́͌̅͂͐̃̔̇́̕͜͝ͅḨ̴̛̜̻̝̣͕̻̣̝͎͈̙͈̖͇̱͚͈͇̹͈̺̜͎͍͓̞̦̩̞̥̱̰͕͓̫̼͍̙̞͕̘̭̔̏̎̑̓̈́̍̌̽̋͛͜͝Ȩ̴̡̨̬̖̺̮̝̰̠̳̜͋͑̔̃͘̕͝͠Ŗ̷̧̲̟̗̱͕͚̖͙̻̠͚̥̪͇̦͇̟̪̭̈́͛̿̈́̌̈̿͘͜͝!̷̧̛̛̛̪̙̳̹̮̺͇̭͎̊̏̐̅̅̈́̆͛̎͗̈͐̽̑͊̿̃͑̉͛͐̈́̈́̐̒̉̅̈̈́̐͋́̕̚͘̚̚͘͠͠͝ͅ!̵̢̧̧̡̞͍̰͍͓̰̖͓̺͙͙̮͍̪̞̱̰̲͖͔̩͖̻̯̗͙͇̭͈̼̱̎͋̈́͋̎̒̑̆̌̃͐͂̄́͒̓͌̈́̂̉̅͋̏͌̏̀̈́̊͒̓͐̐̎̊̋̚̚͘͜͜!̷̨̧̡̡̢̨̩͈͔͍̠̮͙̺͕̗͈̹͔̺̣̬̪͔̺͇̮̖̗͎̯̞̼̘̠̟̪͓̻͔̱̰͓̬͈͑͑̆̕͜ͅ ̵̨̢̛̛͕͉̟̣̺̯̳͚͇̤̖͇̻̺̜͔̭͖̫̖̗̥̠͎͙̞̱͉̮̈́̀̄̓̂̇̆̀̈́̐̾̃͒̈́̃̎̾́̓̑̃͂̄̓̆̚͘͜͝͝͝͝͝Ę̴̩̗̻͕̳͔̘̪͕͗͆́̆̽̂̂̌̽͆̉́̿̇̀͌̃̈́͐́̀̓̓͂̋́̓̈́͘̚͝ͅÎ̸͚̣̱̟͔̲͛̃̽͒̊̓͆̆̚͜͝͝Ǫ̵̧̧̛̙̻̣̯̯̘̺̘̦̬̘̰̝̌͛̏͂̐̎Ṭ̵̨͇̬͓̺̈͜Ḝ̸̡̛̭͎̝̫̥̗̠͔̳̖͔̥̹̱̼͉͔̻̝͈̲͎̫̜̩͊̀́̈́͂̀̿͊̈́̆̈́͂͑̽̀͗̂̈̆͛̉̽͂͜͜͝ͅḮ̴̡̡͓̤͖̜̲͓̗̝̺̮͇͖̟͙͎͉̘̺́̔̓̌̑̈̉̈́̇̏̑̆̂̍̀̄̄́̽͐͐̓̇͐̀̒̈͊̂̃̂͛͘͝ͅƯ̴̢̨̢̨̧̢̦̤̫̼̪̣̫͎̳̩̬̻̲̘̤̣̠̺͈̻̳̰̜̫̮̩̫̱̜͈̮̠̰̦̻̥̩̈̽̐͐͗̎͂͌͗̂̑̃̊́́͌͘̕͜͜͝͝ͅH̷̨̛̛̛̫͔̤͈̬̙̮͈̝̟͎͉̤̹̬̝͚͓̻̼͉͔͖͙̫̯̺͂͋̅̇̊̌͆̏̇̒̑̈͛͐̑̈́̅͐̀͋̍͋̀́̉͒̐͐̌̿̄̃̚͜͜͠͝ͅͅT̷̡̧͈̪̟̟̬̫͕̳̠͉̺̞̯͉͐ͅÎ̷̡̱͓̗̜̙͛̑̓̋̇̽̽̒̍́̇́̈́̔̌̈́̊̊̓̆̓̃̈́̊͝H̵̢̢̡̛̙͇̲͕̫̹͔̣͉̩̤̠̝̻̺͙̬̭͙̠͓̭̟̼͙͖̗̪̲̣͇̜̙̝͚̤͈͈̖̥͖̉͐̂͒̑͛͗̐̊̓̃̈́͆̈͌͠ͅͅͅT̵̡̢̨̢̛̼̩̘̯̙̳͇̳̳͈̩͕̲̦͉͙͕͎̺̘͈̫̰̯̩̲̈̆͒̅̈́͋͗͆̒̑̀̍̀́͌̎̓͒̃͋̃͑̈̋̄̈͗̀̌͒̉̽̇̓̕̚̚͠ͅH̴̨̨͈̥͙̳̭̞̗̰̩̗͇̪͇̯̭̮̝͓̏́̈́̄̑̄̍T̶̢̧̛̳̝͉̫̻͇̗͓̝̬͚̱̪͔̗̲̬̥̳̹̫͛̂̅͑͋̉̈́̌͒̽̓̑́́̋̈́͗̒́̍̀̏̃̓͛̌̔̍͐̓͒̎̕͜Ữ̸̹̠̳̙͈̗͎̯͇̙̟̤̲̞͔̥̥̗̭̪͉͚͓͙̀̍̾͋̆̽̔͐͐̽̃̍̃̓̀̾̂̈́̐̄͋͒̓̇̍͂͌̋͗͒̅̓̃̕͜͜͜͠͝͠İ̷̢̡̡̩̳̺̗͖͈̹̼̯͚̱͍̭͖̯͚̘͚͇̝͎̰̹͔͔̹͓̖͇̠̰̯͍͙͇̳͕̗̳͔͍̭͇̹͓͛̀͐̊̅̍̇͊̔̓̎͛̂̈̔́̆́̋̒̒͑́̈́̊̎̈́͒̒̚̕͘͘͜͜͠Ẁ̷̧̩̤̙̭̮͚̹͓̞̖̼̈́̇̇̂̀̇͒͊̐̀̉̈͐̅̀͌̋̉̕̚͠ͅͅͅḪ̴͙̥̳̣͙͉̔ͅͅ 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"What the fuck did you say?!" Reimu spat out in confusion as SpongeBob began clutching his cranium, the words he had muttered out were bordering on schizophrenic as he tried to confess, but couldn't because his mouth was spilling out word upon word without any rhyme or reason, he looked to be in considerable pain.

"Noo! NOOOOO! NOOOOOO!"

Spongebob uttered out his final words as his cranium exploded into pieces, revealing his opened brain which was flled with hundreds of tiny Skibidi Toilets which were digging into his brain, burrowing into his brain and controlling and manipulating it with their parasitic bites... similar to the Neurax Worm from Plague Inc.

The remaining Aventura Mall Survivors/Weapons/Status

Reimu Hakurei - Large Candlestick with sharp end - Healthy Status

Sanae Kochiya - Heavy Minigun - Healthy Status

Kaguya Houraisan - Musket - Healthy Status

Fujiwara No Mokou - Musket - Healthy Status

Dia Kurosawa - Kitchen Knife - Healthy Status

Ruby Kurosawa - Small hammer - Healthy Status

Location - Jacksonville, Florida

Group Name - The Southeastern Survival Group of Florida

Chapter Text

Chapter 14: Jacksonville Aftermath

Recommended Listening: Dark Fawful - Mario and Luigi Bowser's Inside Story

The entire frontal and Parietal bone of SpongeBob SquarePants had exploded open, splattering blood across the entire room as SpongeBob had screamed in raw agony which pervaded the entire room... The gruesome sight of SpongeBob's skull exploding open sent shockwaves of horror through the room, the sound of his agonized screams echoing off the walls as blood and gore sprayed in every direction like an exploding water balloon, The crimson-stained starch coated the room in a sickening hue, painting a macabre picture of violence and death... the top of his head began shooting out blood like a fountain! A fountain of death!

Kaguya's stomach churned violently as she witnessed the gruesome and fucked-up spectacle unfolding before her, the sight of SpongeBob's skull exploding open and the subsequent spray of blood and gore, combined with the hundreds of Micro Skibidi Toilets burrowed into his brain pushed Kaguya over the edge of nausea, it was truly a fucked-up sight to behold...

Mokou was similarily disgusted and while she was much less prone to nausea unlike her ex-lunarian counterpart, Mokou also finds herself disgusted and outright repulsed by this fucked-up and utterly deranged scene that lay before this brethren of cast outs.

"W-What the fuck?!"

Mokou looks at the grizzly and utterly fucked-up scene before her and while she was disgusted, she holds in her urge to vomit and examines the Skibidi-Toilet infested brain of SpongeBob... the parasitic Skibidi Toilets had four small legs and sharp yellow teeth and a long "tongue" which seemed to be deeply buried into the neural folds of SpongeBob's Brain and while the parasitic toilets were small, there were numerous amounts of them which were likely exercising full control over SpongeBob.

As the room filled with the deafening echoes of SpongeBob's agonized screams and the splattering of blood, Ruby Kurosawa's terrified shrieks pierced through the chaos like a knife. Her voice, high-pitched and shrill, cut through the air with raw intensity, a desperate cry for escape from the nightmare unfolding before her.

"AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!" Ruby's screams rang out, her voice cracking with fear as she clung to Dia with trembling hands. Her eyes wide with terror, she buried her face in her sister's shoulder, seeking refuge from the horrors that surrounded them.

It seemed SpongeBob was only slighly aware of the absolute hell that his body was going through, but his body was so unimaginably crippled that he couldn't even scream in agony anymore, his screams coming out as weak gurgles of blood as more blood spouts from the top of his head... before his body finally collapses with a loud and silencing thud.

As SpongeBob's body convulsed with weak gurgles of blood from his now shredded vocal cords, the once lively and animated spongy bastard now lay broken and silent, his body wracked with unimaginable agony, the crimson tide of blood continued to spout from the top of his head, only adding to the fucked-up and violent state of the once opulent Krusty Krab Penthouse, Patrick Star, Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob SquarePants all lay dead now, the former leaders of the anarcho-communist movement in Jacksonville likely appeared to have been victims of whatever the fuck these parasitic toilet things were... or at least that's what it appeared to be in the context of SpongeBob who had likely been thoroughly manipulated by the parasitic Skibidi Toilets, but how could those motherfucking things control someone?! Since when did they become advanced like that?!

But amidst the chaos and carnage, there was an eerie silence that descended upon the room as SpongeBob's feeble gurgles were barely audible over the sound of his own demise, his body trembling with the last vestiges of life as it fought against the inevitable... he tried to keep his balance, but he was too weak... his body giving out in a painful and cruel demise at the hands of not only Reimu Hakurei and her brethren, but also at the hands of the Skibidi Toilets who likely used his body as a vessel to exercise power over Jacksonville, this is also likely why the other anarcho-communists didn't receive much protection and also why there were so many Skibidi Toilets around Jacksonville, Florida.

Reimu and her comrades watched in grim silence as SpongeBob's body finally collapsed with a loud and silencing thud that echos and reverberates throughout the now silent penthouse that oversaw jacksonville, Florida... The echoes of his demise reverberating through the room as Reimu Hakurei, Sanae Kochiya, Kaguya Houraisan, Fujiwara no Mokou, Dia Kurosawa and Ruby Kurosawa all watched in horror at the now fallen sponge, the once prideful and powerful leader of Jacksonville, Florida had been nothing more than a vessel for the Skibidi Toilets, his body defiled and used for their own gains... for Skibidi Toilets couldn't speak human words beyond "Skibidi, Skibidi, Skibidi" so Dia hypothesized that they likely found a host who could speak in order to communicate and therefore trick and deceive humans.

"Those miniature Skibidi Toilets... I wonder if they hijacked SpongeBob's body in order to use his voice form communication, I have never heard a Skibidi Toilet speak real words after all..."

Dia spoke in utter horror, softly stroking Ruby's back and comforting the startled young red-head, Reimu looked back and spoke with a bitter and disgusted tone... she was repulsed by this disgusting scene.

"But how the fuck can a Skibidi Toilet improve itself, they have no fucking limbs and all the other Skibidi Toilets we've seen are just your average white porcelain shits... what the fuck are those things then?!"

Sanae and Mokou looked at each other for a second before they respond to Reimu's words, Sanae motions for Mokou to speak first out of politeness and kindness for the white-haired woman.

"We have seen more advanced Skibidi Toilets Reimu... remember the police units we fought in the Krusty Krab Headquarters... those were advanced and capable of firing weapons, they were even equipped with sirens n' shit."

Reimu felt a small chill run down her spine, normally she couldn't give a fuck about the Skibidi Toilets as they seemingly posed no threat to the ex-shrine maiden, she viewed no threat in those slow white pieces of porcelain and while they did come in different sizes, never were there outliers such as those grew police toilets or those micro Skibidi Toilets which had hijacked SpongeBob...

Reimu's brow furrowed in concern as she listened to Mokou's words, she sighed and spoke to Dia quickly and with an authoritarian tone, making sure Dia knew that she wasn't fucking around, "Bring me the knife again Dia, the fucking knife."

Dia's hands trembled as she handed the knife to Reimu with utter fear, her eyes widening in fear at the intensity of Reimu's gaze... no doubt that the Reimu would rip her spinal cord out if she disobeyed... She knew better than to question Reimu's orders when she was in such a state of raw fuckrage, her authority unmistakable and her angry fuckrage was palpable.

"Yes, Reimu," Dia replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she watched Reimu take the knife with a mixture of dread and apprehension... Reimu ripped it right out of her hands... She could sense the raw fuckrage emanating from Reimu, a primal force that seemed to consume her entirely.

As Reimu spoke of checking the brains of the others, Dia's stomach churned in disgust as she heard about the possibility of having to dissect the brains of the now fallen Patrick Star and Mr. Krabs... it sounded disgusting, gross and utterly depraved but was ultimately vital "For Science."

Meanwhile as Sanae's gaze swept across the bloody penthouse, she was met with a gruesome sight that made her stomach churn with disgust and raw disgust, blood splattered the walls and floor, creating a macabre artwork of death that seemed to seep into every crevice of the room, it looked similar to one of those Pollock paintings but with blood, mucus and other unspeakable bodily fluids, the once pristine and opulent penthouse was now a scene of utter chaos and carnage, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sickening stench of death, feces and mucus... SpongeBob's brain was exposed to the entire group to see, the Skibidi Toilets had burrowed into his brain and had manipulated him into doing their acts. of anarcho-communism when in reality, it was totalitarianism disguised as anarcho-communism as the "Anarcho-Communist" figurehead was merely a puppet to the Skibidi Toilets, a mere vessel from which they could spew their words from since they had no real vocal cords and could only speak in "Skibidi" which maybe to the toilets could register as actual words, but for humans? None of that motherfucking shit made any damn sense, each Skibidi sounded the same with slight different tones depending on the size.

Chunks of flesh and gore littered the floor, mingling with shattered glass and debris from the fierce battle that had taken place at the top of the Krusty Krab Headquarters, the walls were streaked with crimson, the splatter patterns telling a gruesome tale of violence and brutality, they were wrought with the marks of the fierce battle between these Patriots and these anarcho-communist fucknuggets... furniture lay overturned and broken, the remnants of a once lavish interior now reduced to mere wreckage... though at least the dining room was still intact.

Amidst the blood and gore, the bodies of SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs lay twisted and lifeless, their grotesque forms were bloody and fucked beyond belief, it was like a scene out of Happy Tree Friends... violent and gory as fuck and involving normally "cute" or "innocent" creatures.

With a determined expression of raw patriotic righteous fuckrage etched onto her face, Reimu donned the face mask and tightened the latex gloves around her bare hands, the familiar scent of blood and death lingering in the putrid air, like something out of Mad Father, Reimu pulls out the knife and takes a deep breath... ready to slice open their skulls and see if they had also succumbed to Skibidi Toilet Parasites.

As the Reimu Hakurei approached the twisted forms of the fallen foes, Reimu's heart pounded in her chest with raw adrenaline and fuckfury, she couldn't care less about having to split these skulls asunder with her knife or her candlestick, it was all part of the process which was exactly why she didn't give a damn about how gruesome or fucked-up any of this shit was... it was all part of the plan.

With steady hands which heavily contrasted the raw fuckfury in her veins, Reimu began the painstaking process of dissecting the bodies, she gently held the knife and sliced apart the top of Mr. Krab's head, slaying the fuck out of it and causing the rest of her brethren to recoil in disgust as Reimu rolled her eyes, the top of Mr. Krab's skull was indeed... filled with hundreds of micro-skibidi toilets, their tongues had slipped deep into his neural folds and with careful precision... Reimu pulls out some tweezers and pulls one right out of Mr. Krab's skull... the Skibidi Tongue had latched deep into his neural folds and the process was similar to pulling out a weed, Reimu yanked that fucker out and saw how large that tongue was... it was a Skibidi Toilet, but with the tongue of the Neurax Worm from Plague Inc!

Reimu's colon churned in disgust as she saw this petulant fuck-thing in the tweezers, she mushed it into pieces and tossed the tweezers away, she observed how those micro SKibidi Toilets were wriggling in the brain of Mr. Krabs... his eyes wide with the look of death upon his ruined face...

"Now... the motherfucking starfish"

Reimu looked at the dead Patrick Star, his stomach having split asunder with the knife of Dia Kurosawa... his bloodified form laying on the ground which had stained the carpet of SpongeBob's room.

With a determined gleam in her eyes, Reimu turned her attention to the fallen Patrick Star, his lifeless form sprawled out before her... his blood spilling out like a red carpet before the great Reimu Hakurei, despite the gruesome scene that lay before her, she felt a surge of raw fuckfury coursing through her veins as she prepared to dissect the starfish's body... eager to slice the fuck out of this motherfucking awkward piece of idiotic trash, the motherfucker had his stomach still outside... showing his innards which caused the group to recoil in raw disgust.

"Fuckin' gross"

Dia recoiled in disgust, covering Ruby's eyes with her hands as Reimu approaches the ruined body of Patrick Star, he was still bleeding from his stomach where Dia had sliced it open... Patrick Star was a starfish and therefore could shoot his stomach out, but it had backfired and killed him in a brutal manner.

With a swift motion, Reimu approached Patrick's corpse, her hands steady as she began the painstaking process of examining his remains and with elfin fervor... she raised her candlestick and with raw fuckrage... she smashes the skull of Patrick Star in half, pieces of bone shooting out as if someone had lit a bomb in his skull and it had exploded into pieces.

With each strike of her candlestick, Reimu felt a surge of satisfaction and fuckfury as she obliterated the skull of Patrick Star into mere fragments, his lifeless form crumbling beneath her relentless assault of elfin fuckrage as the raw pieces of bone scattered across the bloody floor, revealing the twisted remains of his brain which as expected... was filled with those motherfucking pieces of shit, Reimu's gaze narrowed in disgust at the sight of the micro-Skibidi Toilets wriggling within the remnants of Patrick Star's brain...

"Pathetic," she muttered under her breath she looked down upon this motherfucking starfish, her face was painted with disgust as she saw this pathetic and inferior creature beneath her, her voice laced with contempt as she surveyed the grotesque scene before her. Despite her raw disgust, Reimu knew that they couldn't afford to underestimate these motherfucking porcelain fuckers... whether they were being created or they were evolving because ultimately, these motherfucking pieces of shit have proven to be much more dangerous if they could infect people such as SpongeBob, Mr. Krabs and Patrick Star.

Turning to her comrades, Reimu's expression hardened with anger as she spoke, her voice ringing with authority and filled with righteous fuckrage, "We need to stay vigilant. These bastards won't go down without a fight, but we'll be ready for whatever they throw at us."

"Yeah... we will beat these motherfucking pieces of shit, but that begs the question."

Sanae responded with a sadistic chuckle in her voice, her loins were burning and her nipples were hardening as she thought about plundering those Skibidi Toilet fuckers with her elfin fuckrage, "Who the fuck is behind this Skibidi-Pocalypse? Because I struggle to see how all of the toilets of the world have begun to turn into motherfucking Skibidi Toilets... unless someone created them and is trying to use them for nefarious reasons."

Reimu nodded in agreement, her eyes flashing with an emotion that had previously not been discovered yet as she considered Sanae's words. The idea that someone could be orchestrating the Skibidi-Pocalypse filled her with a deep sense of unease but also the deep welling of raw fuckrage that angered her, but it also fueled her desire to uncover the truth and put an end to the madness once and for all, wherever and however those motherfuckers caused this ruckus, she had planned on killing whoever dare desire to fuck over the Earth with these toilet fucks.

"You're right," she replied, her voice firm and resolute. "There must be someone pulling the strings behind all of this. We need to find out who they are and stop them before they can unleash any more of this annoying shit on the fucking world, good damn those motherfuckers to hell."

The gravity of their mission hung heavy in the air as the group exchanged glances of determination which filled their very souls to the brim, but it wasn't a determination born out of the goodness of their hearts but rather, the raw fuckrage that outraged their group to the core, they all desired not to free the world from the grasp of the Skibidi Toilets but to usurp and utterly destroy the motherfuckers of death who dare to cross the great planet called Earth and Reimu fantasized about splitting the heads of those motehrfuckers asunder with raw fuckrage, elfin fervor and the raging hormones which were raging in her panties.

But for now, they were hungry after the raw fuckrage of their bodies had left following the battle, leaving them in their actual state which was hunger and starvation, the Sanae spoke with a chuckle.

"Yo Reimu, look at this large kitchen this motherfucker has... it's dope as fuck."

Sanae pointed at the large kitchen which was fit for a restaurant, Reimu lets out a throaty laugh and yells to the rest of her comrades with a tone of authority, "Hey fuckers... clean that shit up and we will have a nice meal, lets fucking roll and Sanae, I'm gunna be back in a bit... I'm calling back the LA Knight so we can eat, shit and have some fun before we leave this shithole city for another shithole city..."

Reimu spoke with a cunning smirk as she descends down the elevator of the penthouse, she was eager to bring the LA Knight so they could talk n' shit, now that the SpongeBob threat had been long disposed of.

Mokou and Kaguya began to mop up the floor and they tossed out the bodies of SpongeBob, Mr. Krabs and Patrick star out of the large balconies... murdering the fuck out of whatever dared to stand underneath the balconies with the bodies of SpongeBob, Mr. Krabs and Patrick Star exploding into millions of pieces of blood and gore, organs splatter across the street as they clean up the blood and some pieces of bone and dispose of them in the trash.

With a sense of relief now that the demonic fuckboi SpongeBob Squarepants threat had been neutralized with their collective fuckrage, as Reimu made her way down the elevator to summon the LA Knight from his small room located in the middle of fucking nowhere, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at their victory over this anarcho-commie bastard and despite the chaos and danger they faced from those three, they had emerged triumphant once again as usual due to their sheer plot armor and now, they could enjoy a moment of respite before their next venture into another shit-hole city.

"Yo, LA Knight! Where you at, you motherfucker? We've got some celebratin' to do!"

Reimu's voice echoed through the halls of the LA Knight's residence loudly, her tone filled with a mixture of excitement and relief now that the battle against SpongeBob and his motherfucking cohorts was over, she stompeds confidently through the dirty surroundings of this tiny-ass motherfucking residence, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of her companion... the one who had told them about the corruption of Jacksonville, Florida and its anarcho-communist tendencies.

As she moved further into the residence, Reimu couldn't help but compare the opulence of the great penthouse of SpongeBob compared to this tiny and shitty tavern where the LA Knight resided, a reminded of the shitty situations he had to endure in order to survive through the shitty anarcho-communist bullshit that this city had performed upon his life.

"LA Knight, you lazy sack of shit! Get your ass out here!" Reimu called again, her voice bellows loudly across the small tavern... the LA Knight had been sleeping in the closet for some reason, the guy was likely drunk out of his mind when he had fallen asleep there of all places.

As Reimu's voice reverberated through the cramped tavern, the LA Knight stirred from his unexpected slumber in the closet dumb-ass motherfucker. His head throbbed with the remnants of a heavy night of drinking, but the urgency in Reimu's voice cut through the haze of his hangover and cured it instantaneously with the loudness of her voice.

"Ah, shit," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples as he stumbled out of the closet awkwardly and into the main room... he leans against the bar countertop as his eyes squinted against the sudden brightness, trying to adjust to the harsh light filtering through the grimy windows and trying to grasp the sight of Reimu staring deeply at him with annoyance.

"Reimu, you loudmouthed SON OF A BITCH," the LA Knight grumbled, his voice rough with sleep. "What's all the racket about? Can't a man catch some shut-eye around here?"

Despite his grumbling, there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he approached Reimu, his expression a mix of curiosity and annoyance which defied all explanation for some reason. He knew better than to ignore her summons, especially when she was such a violent, trigger happy son of a bitch who wouldn't mind shooting him in the leg and sending him into a dance of death... such was the way of the Reimu.

Reimu's eyes narrowed as she glared at the disheveled LA Knight, her annoyance palpable in the air as she crossed her arms over her chest with an audible huff and her loins pulsed with blood which traveled from the Aorta down to the arteries and the capillaries.

"Listen here, you drunken piece of shit," she snapped, her voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. "We just took down SpongeBob and his fucking army of Skibidi Toilets and anarcho-commie bastards, the least you could do is drag your sorry, crackhead ass out of that closet and show some goddamn gratitude."

Her words were laced with profanity and raw fuckrage, but beneath the harsh exterior, there was a harsher exterior which threatened to shoot this motherfucker in the legs and drag his ass to the penthouse so they could talk in a place which didn't look like fuckin' shit.

"Now quit your whining and get your ass in gear," she continued, her tone softening slightly. "We've got some celebrating to do, and I'll be damned if you're gonna miss out on the party."

The LA Knight lets out a throaty chuckle, his rough voice carrying a hint of amusement despite the pounding headache throbbing through his skull and the threat of being shot by this petulant fuckhead named Reimu. He straightened up, pushing himself off the countertop and taking a few steps closer to Reimu, his gaze meeting hers with a mix of defiance and camaraderie.

"Well, ain't you a ray of fucking sunshine," he quipped, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he walks towards the entrance of the tavern "But hey, you know me, I'm always ready to join the party, even if it means crawling out of a closet like a hungover piece of shit."

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep as he glanced around the dingy tavern because despite the rough surroundings, there was a sense of comfort in the familiar chaos of their makeshift headquarters, even though these motherfuckers only knew each other for a day.

"Alright, Reimu, let's do this," he said, his voice firm with determination. "But first, mind pouring me a stiff drink? I think I'm gonna need it to survive whatever the hell you've got planned next."

"I'll give you a drink at the penthouse, you whack-ass motherfucker," Reimu spoke, her voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement as she eyed the LA Knight with a mixture of annoyance and affection that again, defied all logic as they had just met about a day ago. "But don't think for a second that it's gonna be some top-shelf shit. You're getting the same cheap that was available at some shitty convenience store we found before making it here, it was stored in Ruby's YETI Backpack."

She flashed him a mischievous grin, the corners of her lips quirking up in a smirk as she gestured for him to follow her. "Come on, lazybones. We've got shit to discuss, and I ain't about to wait around for you to nurse that hangover."

With that, Reimu turned on her heel and headed for the door, her steps purposeful and determined as she led the way out of the dingy tavern and towards the penthouse where their next adventure awaited.

"Alright you sorry sacks of shit, listen up!" Reimu bellowed, her voice echoing through the grand penthouse of the Krusty Krab Headquarters with fury, "Dia Kurosawa, Ruby Kurosawa, Kaguya Houraisan, Mokou Fujiwara, Sanae Kochiya, Shawn Ricker! get your lazy asses over here and start setting up the goddamn table!"

She paced back and forth with a scowl etched on her face, her eyes blazing with intensity as she surveyed the room. "We've got shit to discuss and I ain't about to do it on an empty stomach. Move your fucking asses and get this place looking presentable!"

Reimu's words were harsh and laced with vulgarity, she needed a snickers right now... because she was pissed and angry, she was hangry in fact, but this motherfucking piece of shit named Mokou dared to speak back at the Reimu.

"Hey Reimu, chill the fuck out for a sec," Mokou retorted, her voice dripping with defiance as she shot a challenging glare at the washed-up ex-shrine maiden. "We ain't your goddamn servants, you know. We're in this shit together, so quit acting like you're the fucking queen of this joint or I'll challenge you for that motherfucking title."

Her words were laced with venom, her temper flaring as she stood her ground against Reimu's authority with elfin fervor, Mokou was never one to back down from a fight, especially when it came to defending her own pride and dignity as the former immortal who had drank the Hourai Elixir that one fateful night.

Reimu's eyes narrowed at the insubordination, her fists clenched at her sides as she prepared to put Mokou in her place with a relentless ass-pounding that only someone as whack and cracked as Reimu could perform, but before she could respond, Sanae stepped in with her voice calm but firm as she addressed the tension brewing between them.

"Alright, simmer down you two," Sanae interjected, her tone commanding attention as she fixed both Reimu and Mokou with a stern look. "We've got bigger shit to deal with right now, so let's save the pissing contest for later. Now let's get this table set and figure out our next move."

Both Reimu and Mokou shut the fuck up at that moment, Kaguya giggling slightly as she pulls on Mokou's ear and teases her slightly, "U mad bro~?"

"Shut the fuck-up Kaguya, otherwise I will carve your ass out with the largest dildo I can fucking find on the market and no... it won't be funny you motherfucker, I used to do that shit to people back when I dropped out of Washington Heights High School!"

"Hey, you assholes, cut it out!" Ruby's voice pierced through the tension like a thunderclap as her soul was filled with the guide of the inner fuckrage which manifester in her heart for this sole moment, her usually timid demeanor replaced by a rare display of assertiveness. "We're all on the same damn team here, so stop acting like a bunch of fucking children and get your shit together!"

Her outburst startled everyone in the room, including her sister Dia, whose eyes widened in shock at Ruby's sudden display of aggression which was unbefitting of her normally shy demeanor... But Ruby paid no mind to their reactions, her focus squarely on quelling the conflict and restoring some semblance of harmony among the group after they had finished defeating SpongeBob, this was a party not a fucking debate club.

"We've got bigger shit to worry about than squabbling like a bunch of goddamn idiots," Ruby continued, her voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and determination. "So let's set aside our bullshit and work together to kick some ass, alright?"

Her words hung in the air, a sobering reminder of the gravity of their situation. Slowly, the tension began to dissipate as her comrades exchanged sheepish glances and nodded in agreement, realizing that Ruby was right.

Sanae's voice cut through the tension like a beacon of levity in the midst of chaos, her awkward yet endearing attempt to lighten the mood drawing a few chuckles from her comrades and brethren... with a sheepish grin, she raised her glass of Mountain Dew Voltage, the fluorescent blue liquid glinting in the dim light of the room.

"Let's party!" she declared, her voice filled with a mixture of nervous excitement and genuine camaraderie which she had forged with her friends. It was a simple gesture, but one that carried the weight of their shared experiences and the bonds forged in the heat of battle after defeating SpongeBob and perhaps an attempt at getting to know each other better now that there wasn't any threats at the moment.

Reimu, despite her usual brashness of the asshole variety, couldn't help but crack a small smile at Sanae's raw enthusiasm. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still room for moments of joy and connection and despite being an asshole, she did value her comrades in a way... even if they were fucking idiots.

"Yeah, let's fucking party," Reimu echoed, her voice gruff yet filled with a hint of amusement. "Because we sure as hell deserve it after all the shit we've been through with those Skibidi Toilets."

With a collective cheer, they clinked their glasses together, the sound ringing out like a battle cry as they embraced the fleeting sense of camaraderie and unity that washed over them. For now, at least, they could set aside their worries and revel in the simple pleasure of each other's company, knowing that they were stronger together than they ever could be apart.

Recommended Listening: Celebration - Kool & The Gang

Reimu lounged back in a worn-out armchair which was once belonging to the great anarcho-communist named SpongeBob SquarePants and she was nursing a can of Rolling Rock beer with a practiced ease, her eyes fixed on the TV screen that illuminated the dimly lit room which was displaying an old-school WWE match for no fucking reason other than because Ruby Kurosawa and Dia Kurosawa liked to watch the WWE back before this shit happened. The LA Knight, sprawled on the couch opposite her, also sipped from his own beer, their conversation punctuated by the roar of the WWE match which played before them, watching as The Undertaker faced off against Shawn Michaels during WRESTLEMANIA 25.

"Can you believe that shit?" Reimu exclaimed, gesturing at the TV with her can full of Rolling Rock. "The Undertaker pulling off those moves at his age? Fucking legend."

The LA Knight chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, man, he's a beast. Been watching him since I was a kid... watching him kick Shawn Michaels's motherfucking bitch-ass face."

As they bantered back and forth about their favorite wrestlers and matches, Dia and Ruby huddled together at the kitchen counter, sharing a microwaved pizza they had found in the fridge with cheesy aroma filled the air, they ate pizza as they watched the match, LA Knight and Reimu drinking heavily and watching as The Undertaker hits Shawn Michaels with a helacious Tombstone Piledriver straight from hell, only for that motherfucking slippery son of a bitch to kick out at the last second.

"Hey, Ruby, pass me another slice," Dia said with a grin, reaching for the box which was filled with cheese, pepperoni and the olive pizza which nobody ate from because FUCK olives.

Ruby obliged, handing over a gooey slice with a smile which heavily contrasted the raw fuckfury that raged through her loins back when she called everyone out. "Sure thing, Dia. This pizza's surprisingly good for being microwaved."

Their voices mingled with the background noise of the WWE match as Shawn Michaels hits some sweet chin music, creating a warm atmosphere of camaraderie and relaxation in the oppulent penthouse.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Mokou and Kaguya were back to argue again... but this time they were going to settle their debates with a challenge, they were playing chicken with chicken wings.

Mokou and Kaguya stood opposite each other, their faces flushed with determination as they prepared to embark on their chicken wing challenge... loser has to act like a chicken and perform the chicken dance for the rest of the group... A pile of spicy chicken wings sat between them, their tantalizing aroma filling the air with the promise of fiery flavor which came in various sauces they had brought which was smuggled into the backpack that Ruby wore, they ranged from mild to hell itself.

"Alright, Kaguya, you ready to lose? I used to control pyrokinesis so I know what spicy shit is" Mokou taunted, a mischievous glint in her eyes, she was eager to stand above this motherfucking lunarian.

Kaguya smirked, cracking her knuckles in anticipation. "You wish, Mokou. I'll show you who the real chicken wing champion is because unlike you, I ordered Uber Eats every motherfucking day and have eaten Wingstop every motherfucking day for no reason."

Mokou and Kaguya eyed the assortment of chicken wings that lay before them, each one promising a different level of heat and flavor which surely won't end in raw disaster. Ruby, with her backpack full of smuggled Wingstop sauces, laid out the options with a mischievous grin, ready to witness the fiery battle that was about to unfold between these two ex-immortal rivals with elfin fervor.

"Let's start with the mild ones, shall we?" Ruby suggested, holding up a plate of garlic parmesan wings, rated at a modest 1,000 Scoville units... in other words, motherfucking nothing... even a toddler could handle those mild things.

Mokou and Kaguya each took a wing and took a bite, savoring the garlicky goodness which fills their tastebuds, giving them a foodgasm which is worthy of Shokugeki No Soma. Mokou nodded in approval, finding the flavor to be delightful but lacking in heat. Kaguya agreed, though she made a face at the slight tanginess of the parmesan for she hated cheese.

Next up were the medium wings, coated in a classic buffalo sauce rated at 10,000 Scoville units and once created in the Anchor Bar in Buffalo, New York. Mokou and Kaguya dove in eagerly, the familiar spice of buffalo sauce igniting their taste buds with elfin fervor, they both nodded in satisfaction, finding the heat level to be just right for their liking though this game was only getting started.

But things were about to get serious as Ruby presented the hot wings, drenched in a fiery habanero sauce rated at a whopping 100,000 Scoville units and pulsated with elfin fuckrage... Mokou and Kaguya eyed each other warily, knowing that this would separate the true spice champions from the amateurs.

With a deep breath, they each took a bite, the intense heat hitting them like a fiery inferno of raw fuckrage. Mokou's eyes watered as she struggled to contain the burning sensation in her mouth, while Kaguya fanned herself with her hand, her face flushed with heat but neither one of these motherfuckers was willing to give up.

"What's wrong Mokou? You look a bit sweaty~?"

"Shut the fuck up Kaguya, look at you... you look like you came out of the fucking sauna."

But they were not done yet for neither was willing to give up their pride over these motherfucking wings, Ruby produced the final plate which was containing the legendary ghost pepper wings, boasting a staggering 1,000,000 Scoville units. Mokou and Kaguya exchanged a nervous glance, knowing that this would be their ultimate test of life or death.

With trembling hands, they each took a wing and braced themselves for the fiery onslaught. The heat was unbearable, like a thousand suns exploding in their mouths and melting hot napalm over their tongues, tears streamed down their faces as they struggled to finish the wings, their tongues feeling like they were on fire.

In the end, they both managed to finish the ghost pepper wings, though they were left gasping for air and chugging down glasses of milk to soothe their scorched mouths. But despite the intense heat, they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in their accomplishment, knowing that they had faced the ultimate challenge and emerged victorious.

Until they didn't

Mokou and Kaguya exchanged pained glances as the realization dawned upon them, as the fiery and demonic wings have begun to cause a stirring in their colons and it wasn't long until those demonic wings began beating down on their sphincters with elfin fervor, threatening to leak out at any damn moment!

Mokou winced, clutching her stomach. "Oh shit, Kaguya, we fucked up real bad. I think I'm gonna explode."

Kaguya nodded in agreement, her face pale with distress as she began to sweat, "Yeah, no kidding. We need to find a bathroom, and fast."

With a sense of urgency, they both made a beeline for the nearest bathrooms, their strides quickening with each step as they desperately sought relief from the fiery torment raging in their bellies. Sweat beaded on their foreheads as they approached the doors, their hearts pounding with anxiety.

"Good luck in there, Mokou," Kaguya muttered, her voice strained with discomfort.

"You too, Kaguya," Mokou replied, her voice tinged with desperation. "May the toilet gods be merciful."

And with that, they disappeared into their respective bathrooms, leaving behind a trail of fiery regret in their wake.

"Guys, I don't mean to burst your bubbles but... aren't like all the toilets now Skibidi Toilets, there are no toilets to take shits in... though feel free to do that shit in a bush or something" Sanae spoke, tossing her Mountain Dew Voltage into a trash can.

Thats when it suddenly dawned upon them that there were no toilets anymore... GAME OVER

Both Mokou and Kaguya eventually found relief in the sinks of the bathrooms, meanwhile on the other side... Reimu found a computer lab and gave instructions to LA Knight so he could communicate with the group and potentially locate any dangers using the Penthouse Computer Laboratory.

Reimu and the LA Knight quickly got to work setting up a secure connection within the computer lab of the penthouse which was located in the upper level of the penthouse which overlooked the entirety of the ruined Jacksonville. The room, once belonging to the lord of the Anarcho-Communists... SpongeBob, was now a pivotal command center for their group's operations and would be used so they could keep contact with the LA Knight and also to give him a place to live, shit and also to give him a purpose in this story because he was too old to actually fight the Skibidi Toilets, the monitors displayed intricate Genshin Impact wallpapers such as a thicc Mona and Raiden, a stark contrast to the gritty reality they faced... Kaguya was particularily intrigued by these wallpapers and took a picture of them on her phone, making her own wallpaper using the same wallpapers that SpongeBob used because Kaguya loved anime and was a fucking dweeb.

"Alright, LA Knight, let's get this shit set up," Reimu said, her tone businesslike and filled with precisely aimed commands, she handed out small electric tags to each member of the group. "Put these in your ears. They'll allow us to communicate with LA Knight and everyone else and keep track of everyone's location in case we get lost while dealing with the Skibidi Fucks... just make sure to tap the device when you want to make a command."

As the group inserted the earpieces, a crackle of static filled the air, and LA Knight's voice came through clear and direct in their ears. "Can everyone hear me? Bitch, Asshole, Cunt, Fuck."

The responses came in one by one, confirming the connection was successful.

"Fuck You" Mokou spoke.

"Your Honor" Dia Replied.

"Cupcake" Sanae spoke randomly.

"Shut the fuck up, Sanae" Kaguya spat out.

"H-Hello..." Ruby muttered

"Damn this shit really does work?" Reimu inquired.

The group's raw banter over the newly established communication system brought a mix of amusement and reassurance to the tense atmosphere and gave the LA Knight a chuckle. Reimu, satisfied with the successful setup, couldn't help but smirk at the colorful array of responses which was ever present of these assholes.

"Alright, looks like we're all set with this shit," Reimu said, addressing the group through the earpieces. "Remember, this is our lifeline. Keep it on and use it wisely, I don't want to be hearing any soap opera shit... LA Knight, keep your eyes peeled and let us know of any suspicious activity around the United States... if we meet anyone new, feel free to add them to the group chat."

The LA Knight's voice crackled through the earpieces. "You got it, Reimu. I'll be your eyes and ears. Just give the word and I'll tell you guys about any troubles stirring around and if anyone gets lost, I can tell you their coordinates..."

With their communications secured, the group prepared to venture further into the city, each member now linked together by the small electric tags in their ears like they were fucking animals, they continued to party before everyone decided to fall asleep for the day.

Chapter Text

Following the raw fuckrage and turbulence which roared out of the impressive magnetic fuckstorm of hail and thunder, The Shaquille O'Neill and his gang of survivors have reached a hideout in a local Home Depot after Lightning McQueen had driven inside of the large orange building after his body had been pelted with hail after escaping from the vile jaws of the massive Skibidi Toilet.

They had taken refuge under the protection of the Home Depot, desperately sheltering themselves amongst the hail which ruled this stretch of land, to tread upon the shitty weather was to kill oneself.

But little did they know of the threat that loomed amongst the Home Depot as another group of brethren had claimed this motherfucking store as their own and they were eager to kick everyone the fuck out and immaculately slay the fuck out of them if they weren't careful.

ALSO: CODY FINISHED THE STORY LFG!

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: Blooming Villain - Persona 5

Gunshots rang violently throughout the Home Depot with elfin fervor, whizzing across the air and nearly hitting the Great Shaquille O'Neill himself, he dove underneath a metallic door at the Home Depot, questioning on whatever the fuck was going on in this motherfucking place.

Reacting quickly, Shaquille O'Neill dove to the ground, narrowly avoiding the bullet that had been aimed at his large head as his massive nanomachine-infused frame crashed against the hard concrete floor of the Home Depot as he instinctively reached for his own weapon... his motherfucking chair of the Gods.

"Man, what the fuck was that?!"he bellowed with raw aggression, his voice booming through the warehouse as he scanned the area for any signs of danger... he yelled at his comrades to find barricades in what was shaping up to be a fucked-up gunfight to the death.

Reacting swiftly to the incoming barrage of bullets, the Shaquille O'Neill exited from his hiding spot and with the raw dexterity and precision of 1000 suns, he expertly used his massive godly chair as a shield, deflecting the bullets with precision and skill which rivaled even the strongest of warriors from the soldiers of the Gods. The loud clang of metal echoed through the warehouse as the bullets ricocheted harmlessly off the sturdy surface of this godly chair which had been bestowed upon him by some sort of unforseen forces for no other reason that because it happened as for some reason or another, NASA decided that the most powerful and durable metal in the entire multi-verse was to be used for a motherfucking chair to sustain the strength of the Shaquille O'Neill and for some reason, none of them thought to make ARMOR out of Vibranium.

"Everyone, take cover... this crack-headed muthafucka shootin' bullets out of his ass!" Shaq shouted, his deep voice cutting through the chaos that roared in the Home Depot. "We've got ourselves a shootout!"

Shaq yelled this loudly as he deflected bullets with his godly chair made out of vibranium, no bullet could dare penetrate past this impenetrable chair which smashed the bullets into pieces as they came into contact with the chair.

Stocking Anarchy and Kobayashi Rindou quickly sought cover behind large shelves which were stackeded with tools, peeking out cautiously to assess the situation, Mika Jougasaki moved swiftly and stealthily, using her agility to dodge behind a stack of wooden boards where she could hide from this motherfucker, Lightning McQueen revved his engine as he began to drive off somewhere isolated where he could access the situation and to see who this motherfucker was.

Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu crouched low behind a large display of air conditioners, their hearts racing with fear as they tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible as this raw barrage of fuckbullets dared to end their stories early.

The assailant continued firing with elfin fervor, their bullets firing in random and spontaneous directions akin to a stormtrooper and eventually, this motherfucking piece of fuck decided to reveal himself or rather... his group.

"Muthafucka, get off our god-damn property you fucking ding dongs."

The voice was none other than Mr. Big Chest himself, Antonio Brown... the all-time DIVA of Wide Receivers and the annoying fuckhead who seemingly always got his ass into trouble and now that society and laws were no more, Antonio Brown had gone raw with fuckrage and was crazy as usual.

As the chaotic scene unfolded in the Home Depot, the unexpected reveal of Antonio Brown as the annoying ass motherfucker who was shooting at them caught the group off guard. Shaquille O'Neal's chair continued to deflect the incoming bullets with unwavering strength, but the tension in the warehouse escalated exponentially to the highest degree with the arrival of the notorious football player, this son of a bitch retired himself.

Antonio Brown stepped out from his cover, his face contorted with a mixture of arrogance and madness, he scoffed and his face laced with arrogance and disgust, "Muthafucka, get off our god-damn property you fucking ding dongs," he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls of the warehouse... he was accompanied by an aged-up Caillou, The Cowardly Lion and Minoru Mineta.

Shaq narrowed his eyes, maintaining his defensive stance with the vibranium chair as he anticipated for this unhinged ex-NFL wide reciever to shoot at any motherfucking moment. "Antonio Brown, you crazy son of a bitch," Shaq retorted, his deep voice resonating with authority. "What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be like banging some chicks and smoking weed or some shit like that, what the fuck are you doing here?!"

Meanwhile, Stocking Anarchy and Kobayashi Rindou exchanged wary glances from behind their cover, ready to react at a moment's notice. Mika Jougasaki remained hidden behind the stack of wooden boards, her eyes fixed on the unfolding confrontation between Shaquille O'Neill and Antonio Brown.

Lightning McQueen revved his engine, preparing to assist his comrades if needed, while Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu remained concealed behind the display, their hearts pounding with adrenaline which filled their hearts, the elfin fuckrage pumping through their arteries and veins.

Antonio Brown's wild and unhinged demeanor hinted at trouble ahead as he sways around drunkenly and the group braced themselves for whatever madness he might unleash next,the hail continued to pound thefuck out of the roof of the warehouse, adding to the chaotic atmosphere inside which threatens to cause hearts to explode.

"Antonio, put down the damn gun and let's talk this shit out, like adults." Shaq called out, his tone firm but measured. "There's no need for this insanity."

But Antonio Brown's gaze remained defiant, his finger poised on the trigger as he glared at Shaq and the others, he commanded at Caillou, The Cowardly Lion and that grape motherfucker Minoru Mineta.

"We gonna kill these muthafuckas."

The tension in the air was being filled with raw fuckrage as Antonio Brown's words hung heavily in the warehouse, his volatile energy sending shivers down the spines of Shaq and his gang... giving them tingling sensations in their spines as they prepared for war with these fucks... The situation had escalated from a simple shootout to a motherfucking war... but Shaq wasn't the kind of guy who wanted to cause war so he gave out hope that maybe this crazy-ass motherfucker would put down the gun and that they could ride out the storm in piece for once.

"Antonio, you don't wanna do this brotha," Shaq warned, his voice steady with maturity despite the adrenaline and elfin fervor coursing through his veins. "Put the gun down and let's talk this out. We don't have to resort to violence like motherfucking children."

But Antonio Brown only sneered in response, his eyes gleaming with a manic intensity as he tightened his grip on the firearm... his colon churned in disgust at the words spoken by Shaq... "Fuck you, Shaq. You think you can come in here and fuck with us? We run this shit now. And ain't nobody gonna stop us... DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!"

With those words out of the way, Antonio Brown, Caillou, The Cowardly Lion and Minoru Mineta begin firing upon Shaq who dives underneath some massive AC vents and the war had begun between these two squads.

The remaining Houston Subway Tunnel Survivors - Weapons - Status

Kobayashi Rindou - Weak Pistol - Recovered from Mild Concussion

Stocking Anarchy - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status

Mika Jougasaki - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status

Ruiko Saten - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Kazari Uiharu - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Shaquille O'Neill - The Chair of the Gods - Healthy Status

Lightning McQueen - Himself - Recovered from low gas

Location - Home Depot in the middle of nowhere, Texas

Group Name - Rindou & Company

"God Damn... this shit is fucking annoying, I'd rather have sex with that guy I found in the bar that one time... that motherfucker couldn't even last two fucking minutes... fuckin' scrub."

Kobayashi Rindou spoke bitterly as she and Stocking began returning fire upon these assailant fuckheads with elfin fervor, the raw adrenaline which pulsated through their veins filled them with determination, fuckrage, fury and elfin fervor... they were firing from behind the shelves which carried various heavy objects and were therefore made out of metal, they used them as barracades as they try to take this group by surprise but currently to no avail.

"Damn look at dat ass though Caillou, did you see that thicc ass of that red-headed chick... I suppose I could help myself to her once we conquer their little group."

The grape fuck, Minoru Mineta spoke with a perverted smirk as he talked to a now adult Caillou who looked like Jeff Bezos but without the money and also more muscular compared to Jeff, too bad that this annoying motherfucker was annoying so the following scene suits him pretty well.

"Die... you fuckin' pervert, don't talk like that."

Stocking had shot Minoru Mineta through the head, his body spewing blood like a garden hose as he screams in pain, his yells filling the Home Depot with the sounds of his chicken-screeching death noises.

As the chaos unfolded in the Home Depot, Kobayashi Rindou and Stocking maintained their focus on the remaining assailants who were probably more competant compared to Mineta, Stocking's swift and decisive action against Minoru Mineta had momentarily stunned the attackers who were no longer in a group and had now spread out and begun firing with more caution after seeing the gruesome demise of Minoru Mineta.

"Get it together, assholes! We can't let these bitches take us down!" shouted Antonio Brown with angry fuckrage, trying to rally the group, "Quit being a bunch of fucking pussies and murder these motherfuckers!"

Antonio Brown was livid, he was now yelling at his comrades to attack Shaq's group... but the Shaq was clever and he had made sure to draw attention to himself by blocking Antonio Brown's bullets with his vibranium infused chair...

"Good job motherfuckers, where the fuck are Uiharu and Saten at?!" Shaq bellowed as he could sense the angry fuckrage pulsating through the veins of Antonio Brown, he knew that Uiharu wasn't very good at fighting and that Saten was overprotective of Uiharu... so he was exercising caution.

"Uiharu and Saten are safe, Shaq... they're just hiding like a bunch of sissies..." Rindou replied, her voice was filled with annoyance and stress at this shitty situation involving Mr. Big Chest... "They don't have any weapons so its best for them to hide regardless."

Stocking nodded in agreement as she began to fire her own shots upon Antonio Brown and his group of motherfuckers, "Let's show these assholes what happens when they mess with us... I'm gonna give that crazy-ass motherfucker a nice lesson."

Uiharu and Ruiko were standing near some slabs of wood, Antonio Brown and his group had done the foolish mistake of neglecting these two because while they were cowardly and unarmed... things could always change.

"Uiharu... we have to do something, we can't just let our teammates fight for us... we need to hold our own weight at some point."

Uiharu exchanged a nod of agreement as she began to pick up some metallic beams they found near the stacks of wood they usually had in the back, but the question was when they could receive the opening to actually use these motherfucking devices of destruction upon AB's group for the great group of Antonio Brown was armed to the teeth with guns and swords which were filled with teeth and holes, they were merely the wounds of battle which came from gunfire and splattering heads asunder.

The unholy voice of Caillou roared across the Home Depot as he spoke to Antonio Brown, his bald head had remained throughout the years as the once cancer-filled child had survived and risen to become part of AB's crew.

"Damn AB we got some baddies firing at us, what the fuck do I do?!" Caillou the Bald said, his voice cold and unfeeling, "I am but your pawn, master Antonio Brown..."

Caillou bowed and knelt before his master, the man who had raised and took him into his gang after Caillou had fallen into Antonio Brown's group, he showed his utter subservience to Antonio Brown by kneeling before his CTE-filled king.

"Caillou... we need to fuck those bitches up, especially that annoying goth one... the one with those big milkies."

Antonio Brown whispered into Caillou's ear, Caillou being his most competent underling under his rule, for The Cowardly Lion and the now dead Minoru Mineta were incompetent and worthless to him...

"A-Antonio Brown... w-what the f-fuck do I do?" The Cowardly Lion spoke timidly, his awkward and gangly height stood out amongst these group of fuckheads, but his utter cowardice made him a useless pile of fuck.

"Flank those motherfucking baddies, I'm gonna need all you fuckers to start doing shit you fucking pussies! I'm carrying y'alls fuckin' asses and y'all need to carry your fucking weight you motherfucking pieces of fucking dogshit!" Antonio Brown spoke with an unhinged tone which was filed with carnal desire and a raw sense of anger which pulsated through his veins with raw fuckfury... threatening to spill out of his body through his mouth and nose, a symbolic reminder of all that angered him... for he was Mr. Big Chest himself.

Caillou gulped nervously, feeling the weight of Antonio Brown's expectations bearing down on him. Despite his own fears and insecurities, he knew he had to obey. With a shaky nod, he glanced at The Cowardly Lion, who cowered under Antonio Brown's furious gaze.

"Come on, Lion, we gotta do what he says," Caillou muttered, his voice trembling. "Let's flank 'em like he said."

The Cowardly Lion nodded weakly, his eyes wide with fear which came from his sheer cowardice, together did these Antonio Brown-led soldiers crept along the edge of the aisle, trying to remain unnoticed as they sought a strategic position from which to attack the Stocking Anarchy, better known as the goth chick with the big milkies according to Caillou The Bald One.

Meanwhile, Antonio Brown seethed with frustration which could only be reached during a battle against an unruly printer... his anger simmering out of his every pore, he watched as the group of Shaquille O'Neill had regrouped and had perfect and immaculate position over his scrub squad of bums... Mr. Big Chest roared in anger

"Fuckin' pussies think they can take me down? I'll show 'em who's boss, Dem crackas can't take down da KANG!" Antonio Brown muttered to himself, his grip tightening on his weapon as he tilts his gun to the side.

With a feral growl which rivaled that of a Siberian tiger, he signaled to his remaining allies, urging them to follow his lead with obedience, they moved with a renewed sense of purpose, their determination fueled by Antonio Brown's raw fury which filled their colons and stomachs with heartburn and raw anger.

Caillou The Bald One and The Cowardly Lion positioned themselves behind a stack of lumber which towers over their heads, their hearts pounding in their chests which threatens to bust out of their bodies like the earliest dreams of many... they exchanged numerous nervous glances, each silently hoping that they wouldn't fuck this shit up... they had to do it for their great master, Antonio Brown... Mr. Big Chest

"Okay, Lion, we gotta do this this broski," Caillou whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the ongoing skirmish between Antonio Brown and Shaquille O'Neill. "On my count, we'll jump out and surprise that goth chick... look, she's drinking some damn tea or some shit."

The Cowardly Lion nodded nervously, his hands trembling as he clutched his weapon tightly while picking his nose... Together, they waited for the perfect moment to strike, their nerves stretched taut like a bowstring wraught from hell.

And then with a deep breath, Caillou counted silently in his head as the Cowardly Lion began to speak like an idiot, " With a knuck! And a ruck! And a fuck! And a f-fuck!"

"Three... two... one..."

With a yell which bellowed across the raw fuckscape of Home Depot, Caillou and The Cowardly Lion leaped out from their hiding spot, their weapons raised high and ready to murder the fuck out of THE Stocking Anarchy... but before they could even take aim, they were met with a barrage of gunfire from Shaq's group... Stocking had ambushed them as she stuck her gun right into the mouths of Caillou and The Cowardly Lion, she was Dual-Wielding now and with a look of raw superiority on her face, the Stocking Anarchy then lets out some words for the two of them... this former angel who had been kicked out of heaven was to deliver the raw justice that serve the two of them.

"REPENT MOTHERFUCKER!"

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Caught off guard and outnumbered, Caillou and The Cowardly Lion stood no chance as Stocking filled their bodies with lead and holes from all parts of their bodies... they fell to the ground, their bodies riddled with bullets, their screams lost amidst the chaos of battle, the raw firepower coming out of Stocking's dual-wielded pistols overpowered their screams which all could hear, but nobody could share.

Antonio Brown watched in horror as his comrades were cut down before his eyes, though instead of Despair... he was filled with anger which entered his heart, damn those useless pawns.

Antonio Brown's fury reached a boiling point as he watched his allies crumble before the onslaught of Shaq's group and with a primal roar, he slammed his hand against the ground, the impact echoing through the chaos of battle... before he slammed his head against the wall like an unhinged psychopath...

"You worthless pieces of trash!" Antonio Brown bellowed, his voice laced with raw anger and frustration. "I'll handle this myself you fuckin' worthless pawns!"

Ignoring the chaos around him, Antonio Brown charged forward, his eyes fixed on Shaq and his remaining allies, Mr. Big Chest pulled out his greatest creation, his gatling dick which came from his machine-infused loins... he pulled out his gatling dick and began firing upon Shaq's crew who all hid behind their respective positions as the enraged and pissed-off ex-NFL wide receiver fired upon this group of American Patriots which was led by the great Shaquille O'Neill.

"DIE MOTHERFUCKERS DIE...! I'M GONNA KILL ALL YOU FUCKS GAWD-FUCKIN' DAMMIT!"

Antonio Brown spoke with an unhinged tone, this whack-ass son of a bitch was gonna fight them all by himself with nothing more than his gatling crotch which he had made himself after surgery.

The scene was chaos incarnate as Antonio Brown, consumed by rage and wielding his grotesque penis weapon, unleashed a torrent of bullets upon Shaq's group with the deafening roar of his gatling dick filling the air, drowning out all other sounds as it spat forth a relentless barrage of destruction as he held his penis-gun.

Shaq's group scrambled for cover from the fuckrage of Antonio Brown, their faces contorted with shock and horror at the sight of Antonio Brown's unhinged fury. Stocking, her dual-wielded pistols blazing with raw fuckfury, returned fire with deadly accuracy, but even she struggled to keep up with the onslaught that roared upon this group... this was surely a sight to behold to say the least.

Rindou and Mika Jougasaki exchanged a glance, their expressions grim with fear at this feral display of fuckrage while Lightning McQueen revved his engine, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice... though he spent the vast majority of his time recovering from the bruises he had accumulated during the drive through the massive hail-storm. But despite their resolve, they knew that facing Antonio Brown and his monstrous weapon head-on would be suicide unless they could snipe that unhinged son-of-a-bitch.

"Fuckin' hell... this guy wouldn't seem like a bad fuck if he wasn't fucking insane and didn't have that gatling dick, last thing I would want is for my ass to get filled with lead from an accidental discharge..." Rindou shouted over the cacophony of gunfire, her voice barely audible above the chaos.

Shaq nodded, his brow furrowed with annoyance, "Rindou, please... can you not talk about sex for one gawd-damn second for fucks sake?"

As Antonio Brown continued his relentless assault, Shaq's group moved with caution which was a direct result of their raw fear of Antonio Brown's gatling dick which had continued firing non-stop, though Antonio Brown did struggle slightly with the recoil... the sheer firepower made approaching him nigh-impossible.

Meanwhile, Antonio Brown's rage knew no bounds and with him toting his gatling dick, he unleashed his fury upon Shaq's group... his mind clouded with thoughts of vengeance and retribution and simply to murder the fuck out of whoever dared to cross his way.

But as the battle raged on, the sheer amount of fuckrage and bullets shooting out of his gatling dick had begun to take its toll and Mika Jougasaki spotted an opening from which she could attack Antonio Brown... Antonio Brown had his entire focus on Shaq which may have been his downfall throughout this war.

"Stocking, cover me!" The Mika shouted, her voice cutting through the din of battle as Stocking was busy firing her dual-wielding pistols with raw fuckrage, Ruiko and Uiharu sitting behind Stocking and waiting to strike whoever dared to come across them.

Amidst the chaos of Antonio Brown's relentless assault upon Shaq who blocked all of the bullets with his chair of the Gods, Mika Jougasaki seized the opportunity presented by his fixation on Shaquille O'Neill and with raw fuckrage etched on her face, Mika stealthily slips through the Home Depot amidst the supporting fire of Stocking Anarchy...

Stocking with her dual pistols blazing with elfin fervor, diverted Antonio Brown's attention momentarily and giving Mika the chance she needed and as Mika reached closer and closer to Antonio Brown, she thought about how to use her weapon to disable the gunfire of Antonio Brown... she held a Metallic beam which was given to her by Ruiko Saten... she thought about how to disable the gatling dick.

Antonio Brown, lost in his rage and focused on Shaq, didn't notice Mika's approach until it was almost too late... "QUIT BLOCKING MY BULLETS AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN YOU FUCKIN' PUSSY... I'D RATHER FUCK A CACTUS RATHER THAN DEAL WITH YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

Using her agility and quick reflexes which came from years of Idol Work... Mika maneuvered around Antonio Brown's erratic gunfire, dodging and weaving through the hail of bullets like Sans himself, it was something crazy and beyond comprehension which simply couldn't happen without plot armor which has Mika dodging bullets like Chisato Nishikigi herself...

Antonio Brown, sensing a shift in the battlefield turned towards Mika just as she reached him... he hadn't noticed her presense until it was too late and before he could react, Mika struck the metallic pole against his gatling dick... smashing it into billions of tiny fragments which caused Antonio Brown to howl in pain which came from his now shattered gatling dick... the nerves causing him vast pain which rivaled that of stepping on legos and giving birth.. the Antonio Brown was now defenseless and he began to panic...

"F-Fuck... G-get away from me you motherfuckers..."

Antonio Brown lays defeated before Shaq who lifted his Chair of the Gods and with the elfin fuckrage which rivaled 1000 suns, he brings it down upon Antonio Brown and splatters his skull asunder, Shaq's group had long since won and now had control over the Home Depot...

As the dust settled in the aftermath of the intense battle at Home Depot, Shaq's group stood victorious. Antonio Brown lay defeated, his skull crushed by Shaq's Chair of the Gods, ending his reign of terror.

Ruiko, emerging from her hiding spot and now armed with Mika's weapon, addressed her comrades with a smirk of satisfaction. "Good job, Mika. Thankfully, that fuckhead is gone, good riddance" she said, her tone laced with a mixture of relief and other ungodly emotions which defied all explanation.

Mika returned Ruiko's smirk with a nod. "We did what we had to do," she replied, her voice calm despite the lingering tension in the air which had come with the heat of battle which had nearly killed them all.

Uiharu nervously giggled as she brandished her metallic pipe which had bared the brunt of battle with many bullet marks, expressed her relief that everyone survived the ordeal and the fuckrage of Antonio Brown... "Guess everyone lived, thank fuck... that was scary," she said, her eyes reflecting the gravity of their near-death experience which came with nearly being gunned down by a gatling dick.

Stocking approached the group, her pistols now lowered as she surveyed the aftermath. "We did well," she remarked, her voice tinged with slight amusement which came with this victory. "Though to be fair, they were a bunch of mediocre scrubs at gunfights... probably a bunch of newbies."

Rindou nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "Agreed, they probably such balls in bed as well... especially that grape fucker" she said, her eyes scanning their surroundings for anything they could use to sleep or get drunk on.

Meanwhile, Lightning McQueen revved his engine, the sound a reassuring presence amidst the somber aftermath... Lightning was still recovering from the massive hail fuckstore and Shaq stood tall, his gaze unwavering as he surveyed the scene for a place to sleep.

"We'll secure this place," Shaq declared, his voice resonating with authority. "Lets get something to eat... hopefully those fuckers should've had some snacks or some other things to eat because fucking hell, I'm hungry."

Heading to the back of the store, they found six frozen steaks and a large can filled with gasoline... spotting a couple of grills in stock... Shaq chuckled, "Let's have a cook-out."

"Fuck Yeah!" Stocking chuckled.

"Is there any beer?" Rindou responded.

"Nah" Ruiko smirked.

"Good thing... we don't want another drunk Rindou." Mika added.

"Tell me about it, I'd rather electrocute my loins with a buzzsaw." Uiharu responded.

"Damn Shaq... thank fuck you found some gas... I'm already full but there can never be enough gas" Lightning McQueen ended.

The remaining Houston Subway Tunnel Survivors - Weapons - Status

Kobayashi Rindou - Weak Pistol - Recovered from Mild Concussion

Stocking Anarchy - Dual Pistols - Healthy Status

Mika Jougasaki - Metallic Pole - Healthy Status

Ruiko Saten - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status

Kazari Uiharu - Metallic Pole - Healthy Status

Shaquille O'Neill - The Chair of the Gods - Healthy Status

Lightning McQueen - Himself - Currently recovering from Hail Damage.

Location - Home Depot in the middle of nowhere, Texas

Group Name - Rindou & Company

With all of the food that they had found which was stored by Antonio Brown and his crew, the Shaq begun to stretch and begin to prepare himself to grill some juicy steaks for the group as they ride out the hail fuckstorm.

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Chapter 16: Meta-Verse Tea Party 1

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: ORGAN SHORT #600 MILLION IN C MINOR - UMINEKO WHEN THEY CRY

"What the fuck was that?!" Battler roared in raw confusion at the utterly unbelievable and truly frightening scene which had taken place during the trek at Minute Maid Park and how very suddenly the entire group of Honoka Kousaka had been wiped out in less than thirty minutes, "W-What the fuck?! What the hell am I supposed to say to that... why did a giant floating toilet annihilate everyone?!"

Battler Ushiromiya had viewed this apoplectic and unbelievably insane scene from the comfort of the Meta-Verse, but his confusion as to all the lasers and the giant floating Skibidi Toilet remained beyond his comprehension.

"A-And why the fuck is Winnie the Pooh some sort of ungodly mercenary?!" Battler continued speaking about the raw and confusing scene which had bedazzled his brain, he had been observing the scene with the Golden Witch, Beatrice who had decided to watch the events of the Earth from the Meta-Verse, a universe which served as an observatory of the regular universe, in this case... Beatrice was cackling madly as she saw the events that took place in Minute Maid Park.

"Battler, darling~" Beatrice purred, her laughter echoing through the Meta-Verse like chimes in a twisted symphony, she smoked from her golden pipe... rainbows coming out of it "Isn't it simply delightful? The unpredictability of human imagination knows no bounds! Ki ha ha ha ha ha ha ha~!"

Battler, still reeling from the spectacle, shot Beatrice a bewildered look of disgust. "Delightful?! Beatrice, this is beyond absurd! Are you telling me this is all just... random? WHy the fuck is there a toilet with a G-Man head inside of it?! How the fuck am I supposed to comprehend this unreasonable bullshit?!"

"Oh, but randomness is the spice of existence, my dear... you secretly enjoy this, don't you... Battler~!" Beatrice replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief and her face contorting into something evil and cruel, "It's what keeps reality from becoming mundane and predictable... the predictable and mundane is boring, ku ki ki ki ki ki ki ka ha ha ha ha"

Battler shook his head in disbelief... he began to wring out bitter tears of frustration, "So, you're saying there's no rhyme or reason to any of this? Giant singing toilets, warrior bears, pop idols facing laser-spewing adversaries... What's the point? How the fuck am I supposed to understand what happened in this fucked up scene?!"

Beatrice's smile widened, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement and sadistic enjoyment "What's wrong, Ushiromiya Battlerr~? Didn't you claim that you could explain what happened in this story~? Why are you groveling at my feet and wringing out bitter tears before me~?"

Battler's frustration reached a boiling point as Beatrice's taunts grated on his nerves, this red-haired fuckboy wiped away his bitter tears, his expression hardening with the desire to explain this fucked-up story beyond just the simple understanding of "Everyone but Honoka Kousaka died."

"Enough, BEATORICHE!" Battler's voice rang out with newfound resolve which filled his gut with determination. "I may not understand this madness, but I refuse to be toyed with by your whims. There's more to this than just chaos... I will explain what the fuck happened to the group formerly led by Eli Ayase and later ended with only Honoka Kousaka surviving and turning into some amazonian warrior chick from hell.

Beatrice's smirk faltered slightly at Battler's defiance, but she maintained her air of superiority. "Oh? And what do you propose, Battler? Will you unravel the nonsensical threads of this story? Gwa ha ha ha ha ha *Cackle* *Cackle* *Cackle.*"

Battler closed his eyes, recalling the chaotic events that had led Muse to seek refuge in Minute Maid Park. "It began in the heart of Houston, Texas... deep in the heart of Texas..." he began, his voice tinged with solemnity and raw fuckrage, "An outbreak of Skibidi Toilets, bizarre toilets with singing heads coming out of them had suddenly invaded Houston, Texas which forced Honoka Kousaka and the rest of Muse to roll the fuck out of the Galleria Mall...!"

Beatrice's deranged laughter echoed through the Meta-Verse as she listened intently and with raw amusemen..., her eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. "Oh, how deliciously absurd! Skibidi Toilets running amok in the heart of a bustling city! What a delightful spectacle! KI HA HA HA HA...!"

Battler continued as he shot Beatrice a glance of disgust as he remembered the parts of the story, "Honoka and Muse, caught in the midst of the chaos, sought refuge within Minute Maid Park after escaping the Gallerias... hoping to find sanctuary amidst the confusion and essentially barricade themselves inside and protect themselves from the Skibidi Toilets..."

Beatrice's laughter grew louder, her joy evident as she relished in the madness of the tale which was the opium to her bored soul, "Sanctuary in a baseball stadium overrun by Singing toilets! Oh, the irony of how it ended up killing them... how hysterical, Ki YA HA HA HA HA!"

Battler pushed past Beatrice's maniacal amusement, his colon churning in disgust at the undignified and unladylike laughs of the Golden Witch, Beatrice... "With nothing but baseball bats and their sheer numbers and unity, they had begun cleansing the stadium of Skibidi Toilets which resided there and tried to barricade themselves within the stadium for survival... it must've seemed like a flawless and impenetrable fortress in theory once all of the doors and gates were electrically sealed closed..."

Beatrice's laughter subsided momentarily as she watched Battler recount the tale up to the point where they had begun entering Minute Maid Park as this was when everything turned to shit, her expression shifting to one of morbid fascination which defies all logic in its wake... "Knowing how the entirety of Muse ended up, it is beyond insane to wonder how they were killed by Winnie the Pooh and a giant Skibidi Toilet... Ke he he..."

Battler's eyes narrowed as he delved deeper into his memories which pulsated with raw intensity and were covered in a hazy fog which might as well be drugs, as he was searching for the answer within his foggy memory, "And this is where the story goes to shit because during their sleep, a massive motherfucking Skibidi Toilet emerged from Center Field through large trap doors and murdered the fuck out of them with lasers and by summoning Winnie the Pooh, who killed them using a bunch of lasers out of his dick... what the fuck is this bullshit?!"

Battler's recount of the horrific events sent shivers down his spine and passing through his dick, even as he struggled to make sense of the senselessness of this entire story, the image of a massive Skibidi Toilet with the head of the G-man emerging from the center field, shooting lasers out of its eyes and seemingly summoning Winnie the Pooh out of the bullpen was beyond surreal... it was borderline schizophrenic.

Beatrice's expression twisted with macabre fascination as she listened to Battler's fragmented memories of the scene which they had watched from beyond the boundary of the human universe, "The G-Man Toilet and Winnie the Pooh with laser beams... Truly, the mind of man can conjure the most twisted and fucked up scenarios... let alone the lasers coming out of Winnie's railgun cock."

Battler shook his head in disbelief, trying to anchor himself in the midst of the surreal narrative... he knew that they were killed by the G-Man Toilet and Winnie the Pooh... "W-What kind of sick fuck are you to enjoy this sick shit?! Almost all of Muse were killed and burnt alive for no goddamn reason, it's no good... it's no gawd-damn good at all!"

Beatrice's eyes sparkled with sadistic amusement. "Ah, but that's the beauty of chaos... Battleerr, not everything has to be simplistic and easy to understand~ not everything has to make sense~ WA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

Battler's anger flared as he confronted Beatrice's callous amusement in the face of such grotesque tragedy which had slain all but one of the members of Muse, "Beauty? Chaos? This isn't some twisted masterpiece, this was a brutal slaughter of many girls in such grotesque and vile ways... GO FUCK YOURSELF! Why the fuck is there a giant Skibidi Toilet under Minute Maid Park anyways?! What kind of fucked-up thing suddenly appears and begins trying to kill a group of harmless girls?! Why the fuck is Winnie the Pooh claiming he is serving his 'Queen' or some fucked up shit like that?!"

Beatrice's laughter echoed maniacally through the Meta-Verse, her expression twisted with glee which knew no bounds, "Oh, but Battler, isn't the unpredictability of this story the absolute best~? It's so much fun to watch! Besides, I could easily explain to you what really is happening in this scene..."

Battler's fists clenched, his voice seething with rage. "Life isn't a game, Beatrice! Tell me what fucking happened or I'll rip your gawd-damn head off and use the blood to water the gardens of the Ushiromiya Mansion!"

Beatrice's laughter subsided slightly, replaced by a predatory glint in her eyes which revealed the sadism in her tone "Oh, but isn't that the essence of my existence as a witch? I am merely revelling in the chaos that is caused by humans and humans only, though I could add my own little spice to this game if I so desired~"

Battler gritted his teeth, struggling to contain his fury which threatened to be converted into fuckfury "There's meaning, damn it! Honoka and the rest of muse were people with emotions you motherfucking witch-bitch! I won't accept that this senseless slaughter is some cosmic joke created by a motherfucking witch or some sort of external entity."

Beatrice's smirk widened, her voice dripping with mockery. "Ah, Battler, always the seeker of truth but I can rest assure you that this scene wasn't caused by me, another witch, any external entities such as a god or any other bullshit like that... this event was purely caused by a human and a human only."

Battler's rage simmered as Beatrice's taunting words echoed through the Meta-Verse. Despite his seething anger, he knew he had to maintain his composure to unravel the truth behind the horrifying events at Minute Maid Park which ended with Eli, Nozomi and Nico being decapitated and their heads suspended by the flagpoles and the rest of muse either being devoured or having their chests burnt by Winnie the Pooh, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes... Beatrice the Golden Witch took another smoke out of her golden pipe before laughing.

"KI KI KI KI HA HA HA HA... If it ever becomes too tough for you, I'll give you a little riddle Battler~! Just one little riddle which may help you out" Beatrice guffawed and spoke smugly, the Golden Witch snapped her fingers and hundreds of golden butterflies begin to converge and turn themselves into a pile of cookies which Beatrice began to eat from.

"Explain, then!" Battler demanded, his voice turning into a primal growl out of his raw testicular anger, "Who would commit such heinous acts such as this!? Who unleashed this madness upon innocent lives such as Muse of all people and for what motherfucking reason?! Was it the goddamn toilet?! The gawd-damn G-Man Skibidi Toilet who did this motherfucking shit for some reason?!"

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: GOLDEN SNEER - UMINEKO WHEN THEY CRY

Beatrice's sneer remained, her eyes glinting with amusement at Battler's turmoil which greatly angered him "Ah, Battler, the answer lies not in the realms of witches or gods, but within the depths of human darkness... humans are capable of all fucked-up shit, like witches!"

Beatrice smiled childishly as she continued to dine and eat the chocolate chip cookies which she had summoned out of thin air and begin given to her by her demon butler, Ronove.

Battler's brow furrowed, trying to grasp the implications of Beatrice's cryptic words and her shit-eating grin which pissed him off, "Human darkness? Are you saying someone orchestrated this tragedy intentionally? What kind of sick fuck would do that?!"

Beatrice chuckled darkly. "Indeed, Battler. Humans are capable of unspeakable deeds which can be driven by greed, malice, envy or even sheer madness. The G-Man Skibidi Toilet, Winnie the Pooh—all manifestations of a disturbed mind who likely wanted to do something with evil! I mean look at Winnie The Pooh... probably killing people for some chick he's likely head over heels for."

Battler's mind raced with anger, connecting the dots amidst the chaos which caused this fucked-up shit... "So, someone within Minute Maid Park orchestrated this massacre?! Some sort of sick fuck who caused this motherfucking shit?!"

Beatrice nodded, her expression was filled with excitement and eagerness which disgusted Battler, "Yep... and I'll give you a hint if you so desire..."

Battler's colon churned in disgust at the raw excitement on the face of the Golden Witch, Beatrice who was now summoning and eating ice cream which she had created out of thin air as usual, the remaining cookies being devoured by the Seven Sisters of Purgatory... though mostly the blonde, sexy-assed chick named Beelzebub.

Beatrice took a puff of her golden pipe before setting it aside again, she smirked and guffawed before speaking... "There were nine total humans in Minute Maid Park... minus the G-Man Toilet... and one of those nine people is the overarching villain of the story."

Battler counted all of the people present at the time of the bloody slaughter which claimed almost all of Muse, "Honoka Kousaka, Kotori Minami, Umi Sonoda, Eli Ayase, Nozomi Tojo, Nico Yazawa, Nishikino Maki and Winnie the Pooh..."

1. Honoka Kousaka

2. Kotori Minami

3. Umi Sonoda

4. Eli Ayase

5. Nozomi Tojo

6. Nico Yazawa

7. Nishikino Maki

8. Winnie the Pooh

9. ?

Battler wondered who could possibly be the 9th person for there appeared to only be eight people in Minute Maid Park at the time...

"Oh one last thing battler~" Beatrice smiled with a smug excitement which confused Battler for all eternity, what the fuck could Beatrice want now?

"What is it you 1000 year old witch bitch?" Battler rolled his eyes, it was probably nothing important and just more rubbish to piss him off again, though he didn't have a choice because Beatrice could make his body explode into millions of pieces for no reason.

"̷Y̸O̵U̵ ̵A̸R̶E̸ ̷I̷N̴C̶O̵M̴P̵E̸T̷E̷N̸T̵~̸ ̸a̷h̸ ̵h̸a̷ ̸h̸a̴ ̷h̷a̵ ̷h̵a̵ ̶h̶a̸ ̵k̷i̷ ̷h̵a̵ ̵h̵a̸ ̷h̷a̴ ̷h̶a̸ ̶h̷a̵~̸!̶

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12:00AM, Middle of Fucking Nowhere, Texas

The smoky smell of grilled steak fills the air of the Home Depot which had been barricaded with the help of Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu who's skillful usage of the hammer allowed them to seal off the entrance which had been torn open by Lightning McQueen who had driven through the damn thing just a couple of hours ago... they also figured that with all of the appliances and washing machines, they decided to put the bathtubs and washing machines to work to make their lives hopefully less stinky because the slutty Rindou and the sarcastic Stocking both hated the idea of being smelly.

Meanwhile Mika Jougasaki was still looking at pictures of her missing sister, Rika Jougasaki as she had proposed to use the bath after Stocking and Rindou and while those two were semi-rivals, they also hated the idea of smelling bad and had decided to go first while Shaq cooks some epic steaks which had been left by Antonio Brown after the great battle between the two ex-athletes... Mika was scheduled to use the bathtub alongside Kazari Uiharu and Ruiko Saten once Rindou and Stocking finished their own bathtime.

"Wowzers Shaq... those steaks look delicious, though I'm most excited about that gas... Kachow!" Lightning McQueen spoke eagerly as the smoky scent of the steaks enters his nostrels and the smell of gasoline made his mouth water eagerly with fervor.

"Ah, nothing beats a hot bath after a day like today," Stocking remarked with a smirk, her usual sarcasm softened by the promise of relaxation as her fairly large breasts are covered by the water of the bathtub.

Rindou nodded in agreement, her demeanor more subdued than usual as she licked her lips and drank some grape juice, trying to make it seem like she was dramatically drinking wine for some reason. "Agreed. We could all use a bit of pampering after all that shit we went through..." she replied, stepping into the makeshift bathtub with a sigh of relief as the hot water relaces their war-torn bodies... they had slain the Mr. Big Chest himself after he attacked them and their weary bodies were eager to accept this heavenly gift of hot water... though it was still hailing like hell outside.

As Stocking and Rindou enjoyed their bathtime relaxation, Shaq continued to tend to the grilling steaks like a grilling master, the aroma of cooking meat mingling with the faint scent of gasoline from the gasoline can which Lightning McQueen had begun to drink from eagerly like it was a capri sun... The atmosphere was one of cautious relaxation, a fary cry from the raw fuckrage which they had experienced just earlier, Caillou, The Cowardly Lion, Minoru Mineta and Antonio Brown all had their bodies sent towards the farthest corners of the store, stuffed inside of one of those storm shelters so nobody would have to look at those fucking things.

Mika Jougasaki eventually decided to take matters into her own hands and alongside the helpful hands of Uiharu and Ruiko... they built a second bathtub to relax in while Shaq continued grilling the steaks with seasoned precision which reached the likes never seen before or since for all that mattered.

As Shaq continued to masterfully tend to the grilling steaks, the savory aroma of cooking meat filled the air, intermingling with the lingering scent of gasoline from Lightning McQueen's unorthodox drink choice though he was a motherfucking car so it didn't motherfucking matter anyways...

While the Home Depot was peaceful now, the actual scenery was filled with blood, gunholes, broken glass and smashed pieces of metal which onced belonged to Antonio Brown's gatling dick and while it had once gone full berserk with the bullets, it was now nothing more than worthless scrap metal to be welded into whatever they fuck they could desire and while Rindou had many perverse ideas as to what that metal could be used for, it was heavily vetoed by Stocking Anarchy and Mika Jougasaki who saw little use for such perverted desires out of the crazy chef lady... come to think of it, why the fuck is the chick from Shokugeki No Soma not doing jack shit when it comes to motherfucking food?!

"Hey Kobayashi Rindou, get your skank ass over here! Aren't you some motherfucking chef?!" Shaq bellowed to Rindou who appeared lazy and was relaxing in the bathtub, she gave Shaq the middle finger which showed him exactly what she thought.

"Fuck off, let me rest... I'll show you motherfuckers what I'm capable of when I have some actual ingredients to work with, and I'll provide you with some crazy shit that eclipses three Michelin stars for real," Rindou retorted, her tone laced with confidence and swagger despite her sleazy and lazy tone, she had drank her grape juice from a wine cup strictly for the vibes only

She sipped her grape juice from a wine cup, adding an unnecessary touch of drama to her demeanor. Despite her brash exterior, there was no denying Rindou's culinary prowess when presented with the right ingredients... though for now, lame ass everyday beef isn't enough for her.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere within the group remained light-hearted despite the recent ordeal which had happened an hour ago, Lightning McQueen revved his engine enthusiastically, seemingly unaffected by the surrounding carnage as he recovered from his bruises caused by the hail.

"Kachow! Can't wait to taste those Michelin-starred dishes, Rindou!" Lightning McQueen chimed in, his enthusiasm infectious which lightened up the entire group with happy thoughts and feelings which were unusual nowadays and defied all logic at the time.

Stocking Anarchy shot a playful smirk at Rindou. "You better deliver, chef Rindou Kobayashi" she teased, her skepticism masked by a hint of curiosity at how a three star Michelin restaurant would taste like for them, it must've been something beyond their comprehensions and in this day in age, that shit would taste like heaven.

The glistening fat from the steaks looked appetizing to Shaq as he talked with his partner and best friend, Lightning McQueen while all of the girls were relaxing in bathtubs, Shaq was eager to make food for his comrades after all he shit they've gone through at the hands of Antonio Brown and the hailstorm which continues to rage with elfin fervor outside of the Home Depot.

As Shaq tended to the sizzling steaks with elfin precision, the glistening fat tantalized and teased his senses to the max levels of ecstasy, promising a meal that would rejuvenate his weary comrades after the harrowing ordeal they had endured after fighting Antonio Brown only hours ago, they had been exhausted after the battle against Mr. Big Chest and the idea of tasty meat filling their bellies was a dream worth seeking. Beside him, Lightning McQueen revved his engine in anticipation, his large mouth watering eagerly at the prospects of devouring some juicy steaks or at least the left-overs as he already had his gasoline only minutes ago because he was a greedy fuck.

"Can't wait to dig into some damn good steaks, Shaq broski!" Lightning McQueen exclaimed eagerly with his voice a cheerful hum amidst the tranquility of the Home Depot, his voice was jovial and carefree, he guffawed eagerly at the prospect of eating some delicious steak and giving spite to all those damn vegans who dared to talk about not eating meat, "After all the shit we've gone through, we deserve a feast fit for champions."

Shaq nodded in agreement, he lets out a throaty chuckle as he spoke with infectuous joy " He he he... you said it, buddy," he replied, flipping the steaks with practiced precision... this brutish former Baller had all the skills on the grill, just like the great Guy Fieri, "These steaks are gonna be the best damn meal we've ever had... until Rindou cooks us some damn three star michelin meal at some point."

Outside, the hailstorm raged with relentless fuckfury which would've split ALL of their skulls asunder with raw fuckrage had it not have been for the Home Depot which had sheltered them from the relentless wrath of mother nature and terra firma... they had narrowly escaped the maw of death that was the hailstorm as massive grapefruit sized hail rained down upon the Home Depot, its sturdy roof being a testament to the quality that came at the Home Depot, vast amounts of Skibidi Toilets from outside were being split asunder and smashed into pieces as their pieces of porcelain are restored back into the earth anew, forever forgotten and never to see the light of day again until further notice... as a result, thousands of Skibidi Toilets had begun to take shelter under trees and gasoline stations in hopes of surviving this maw that the clouds of death had whipped up for no reason at all.

As the aroma of cooking meat filled the air, the girls continued to relax in their bathtubs with elfin delight, finding comfort and relaxation amongst the hot water which was a balm to their weary souls, though the Kobayashi Rindou had begun to run out of grape juice which ended her dramatic drinking, Stocking meanwhile had just got up out of the bathtub while naked, walked over to a nearby teapot and served herself her favorite Earl Grey tea before descending back upon the warm waters of the bathtub, this raw and intense scene had caused Shaquille O'Neill to blush heavily and for Lightning McQueen to cover his eyes nervously, thus was the overwhelmingly powerful effect of Stocking's body which had been sculpted through years of tea and sweets which gave her the body of an angel, though she was once an angel from heaven at one point so I guess that tracks.

Shaq cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure after seeing the stunning body of the Stocking Anarchy, "Uh, Stocking... maybe you could, uh, cover up for fucks sake?" he managed to say, his voice slightly strained as all sorts of rage stirred in his pants.

Lightning McQueen nodded vigorously, still avoiding looking directly at Stocking who had aroused him despite him being a motherfucking car, "Yeah, Stocking, maybe a little modesty?" he added, his engine revving nervously, "We're fucking living together you know."

Stocking chuckled lightly, her voice laced with amusement. "Quit being so dramatic you fucknuggets, it's just a bit of nudity... nothing too obscene and besides, there aren't any motherfucking towels" she replied casually, taking a sip of her Earl Grey tea. "Besides, we've been through enough today to not worry about a little nudity and fuck does it feel good to be naked for once."

Rindou, overhearing the exchange from her bathtub decided to chime in with a mischievous grin. "Don't be so shy, Shaq. Lightning... besides, if you guys think Stocking is hot, I don't think you guys can handle Mika..." she teased playfully, her tone teasing.

Shaq chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, well, even I have my limits... looks like Uiharu has her limits too, damn" he mumbled, glancing at Lightning McQueen, who looked visibly flustered before glancing at Uiharu who had begun covering her eyes.

"Damn... this shit is getting way too lewd, quit staring you fucking pervs" Ruiko spoke as she had proposed a new rule for the group, "From now on... nobody is allowed to look at eachother as we all change."

Rindou sighed and took a deep breath, she stood up and revealed her body for all to see as she argued back, "Aww... but that's no fun!"

Uiharu continued to cover her eyes in embarrassment as she spoke up, "Yeah... well it isn't age appropriate and it makes some of us really damn flustered, just because some of you guys are capable of showing off doesn't mean we all want to see that shit."

Stocking, who had been observing the exchange with amusement decided to intervene with her usual sarcasm as she took another sip of her hot tea, "Oh come on, Rindou, can't you keep it PG for once?" she quipped, her expression teasing.

"Yeah... says the one who got up while naked!" Rindou barked back with a smirk, pointing at Stocking like something out of Ace Attorney.

"Yeah, well there weren't any towels so there!" Stocking guffawed with an overweening smirk which filled the corners of her mouth, she guffawed as she went back to relaxing in her bathtub.

Shaq, sensing the need to diffuse the tension, stepped in with a diplomatic approach. "Alright, alright, let's all respect each other's comfort levels, you motherfucking horny bastards... all of you! Yes, you too Lightning, I can see those leering eyes of yours observing the girls..." he suggested, his voice cold and authoritative. "We've been through enough today. Let's focus on getting some rest and enjoying this meal together."

Everyone chuckled after the silly argument, it Ruiko had a point in that technically they couldn't push this story to Rated M on accident because of these fucking scenes, would be quite a shame.

As the night progressed further, the smell of grilled steak permeated the air and reduced everyone to foodgasm and once the food had been prepared, everyone began to wolf down their steaks with elfin fervor which was expected due to the sheer amount of hunger that they had experienced at the hands of Antonio Brown and his comrades from hell.

"Damn, this shit is tasty... almost as tasty as those motherfucking Dodo Bird chicken Tenders I had back at the Galleria Mall in Houston, Texas... almost as good as them that is" Ruiko chuckled, she remembered those tasty wings that costed a fuck-ton that one time, they also had some Mojo Bones and Uiharu had a beastly Burger.

"You mean the one where you busted all your motherfucking funds on, I mean then again... you bought that crazy ass stock in BBBY that one time... you crazy ass bitch" Uiharu sighed, Ruiko Saten would probably go broke at one point due to her crazy spending habits which rivaled that of anyone, this whack-ass motherfucking chick named Ruiko Saten could probably crash the entire economy with her spending because she was a motherfucking degenerate.

"What was that? Dodo Birds, those fucking idiots would make a great stew with some spices..." Rindou pondered as she licked the edge of her knife seductively before cutting into her juicy steak... taking some solid chunks of meat and wolfing it down.

"Ha... this steak is delicious, It's even better than the ones I've had in some fancy steakhouses... but I guess that's because I'm starving... I was so hungry I could devour a fucking horse..." Mika squealed in excitement, practically having a foodgasm with the sheer ecstasy that was overwhelming and stimulating her senses.

Lightning McQueen, Shaq, and Stocking joined in the conversation after hearing the sheer foodgasm that was overtaking everyone but Ruiko who had the luxury of tasting the Dodo Chicken Tenders that one time, the voice of the GOAT of racing could be heard.

Lightning McQueen howled with enthusiasm and raw arousal which spread throughout his engine and hood, he spoke with raw fucklust after enjoying the sensual steaks of Shaq, "Kachow! This meal's hitting the spot, just like those pit stops back in the good ol' days when they would change my oil and insert the pump into my hole" he exclaimed, a twinkle in his headlights as he reminisced about his racing adventures with glory.

Shaq savored his own creation as he chuckled at the clear innuendos of Lightning McQueen, he nodded in agreement with a satisfied grin. "Like a wise man once said, there is no better feeling than eating some good steak, not even sex."

Stocking took her own bite of the tasty beef and took yet another sip of her Earl Grey tea before her voice dared to speak up, "I think its pretty good, though the fat is a bit lacking and the steak is a tad chewy, not bad... though the grilling is a bit amateurish and low-class... I guess it has a very Texan style to it."

"Wow look at this connoisseur, damn Stocking... who da fuck do you think you are?" Rindou spoke as she finished her meal, she may have been an all-time great chef but she was also a sucker for food though she never got fat because of anime power magics and plot bullshit, "Obviously it isn't the French Fucking Laundry at Yountville but this is some pretty damn good shit."

Stocking shrugged and took another bite of her steak which Shaq had created, she decided to continue eating the meal within the comfortable yet slightly bloodified confines of Home Depot.

"Gawd damn this shit takes me back, back when I was having fun with my gawd damn friends over at TNT Halftime Studios with my brotha, Charles Barkley" Shaq spoke with a nostalgic tone, this impossibly statuesque and brutish 7'2 350 pound man was reminiscing upon his memories with Charles Barkley, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"That Crazy-ass motherfucker had sacrificed himself for me to survive, rest in pepperonis to the Round Mound of Rebound... my best friend and loyal partner" Shaq spoke, he turned around to see Uiharu hugging him tightly.

"Aww Shaq, I'm certain that Charles Barkley cared about you to the very end... even as he sacrificed himself at the hands of the Skibidi Toilets..." Uiharu spoke, the smaller girl embraced this absolute mountain of a man as they shared their memories.

"Yeah... we got your back Shaq, after all... we've also lost someone, Kuroko Shirai... she was decapitated by a Skibidi Toilet who bit her head off like something out of Madoka Magica..." Ruiko added and before long, everyone got in a circle with their plates in hand... sharing some stories about their lives and getting to know each other better while eating.

"Speaking of which... I am still searching for my lost sister, her name is Rika Jougasaki... she is shorter than me and has blonde hair, please tell me if you find her dead or alive please... I lost her as we fled from the Skibidi Toilets..." Mika Jougasaki responded, Ruiko and Uiharu wanted to help out the beautiful pop idol as they had already known the pain of losing someone and the chance of potentially giving closure to Mika was something they couldn't ignore.

Mika Jougasaki's heartfelt plea for information about her lost sister, Rika Jougasaki had resonated deeply with Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu. The pain of losing someone dear to them was a shared experience among the group and they understood the raw importance of finding closure for Mika Jougasaki...

"Of course, Mika. We'll do everything we can to help you find your sister, whether she's alive or..." Ruiko paused, choosing her words carefully as to not say the bad word "Or if we need to bring closure."

Uiharu nodded in agreement, she felt the need to speak up "We'll keep an eye out for any signs of her. If there's any information, we'll make sure you know," she assured Mika, her voice gentle yet resolute and filled with the utmost sense of conviction.

"Aww... thanks guys, I know that everyone here cares for each other... even if we all act like a bunch of assholes to each other" Mika smiled softly, gesturing at Kobayashi Rindou and Stocking Anarchy who were both still arguing about what constitutes as good food... "I'm glad you two were allowed to enter this party and I'm glad that we allowed Shaquille O'Neill and Lightning McQueen to join as well... you guys are all like a second family to me."

Kobayashi Rindou, paused mid-argument and shot Mika a teasing and smug grin. "Oh, don't get all sentimental on us now, Mika... you know I'm just that same sleazy dicksleeve you find anywhere else" she teased, her tone light-hearted yet filled with raw lust.

Stocking Anarchy forcefully slams down her cup of hot tea for dramatic effect as she piped in with a smirk and a raw sense of camaraderie which came from her loins, "Yeah and we're like a dysfunctional family of sluts, washed-up athletes, goths, idols and average girls... but hey, we've got each other's backs when it motherfucking counts," she added, her eyes twinkling with excitement which also pulsated through the veins in her loins.

Shaq had been listening to their conversation with open ears and this tall ex-NBA player spoke but, "Hell yeah... we've got each others backs and we will travel together through hell and back... even if it costs me my motherfucking arms and legs."

Lightning McQueen blew his muffler in agreement like a total motherfucker, but he was a motherfucker full of love and kindness and all of that shit, "Yeah guys... I'll always put my damn body on the line if you guys need an escape from any shitty situation... Kachow!"

Shaquille O'Neill and his group had begun finishing their meals and they tossed their disposable plates into a small trashcan which was filled with all sorts of unspeakable things which were beyond unholy and cursed from the father of lies himself.

Kazari Uiharu had begun tinkering with some of the weapons left by the now slain group of Antonio Brown and had fashioned together some sort of machine gun through all sorts of crazy modifications that I can't explain because I am not a motherfucking gun nerd.

Uiharu's brow furrowed in concentration and hyperfocus as she worked on her potentially new creation, her fingers deftly manipulating the parts and making adjustments to the normally weak pistols which Antonio Brown and his crew had been armed with, sparks flew intermittently as she welded and soldered, transforming disparate pieces into a motherfucking machine gun which she could definitely use to murder some more Skibidi Toilet motherfuckers.

"Damn, so you aren't useless after all! Turns out all we had to do was give you some motherfucking welding shits, whatever those torches are called because I don't fucking know..." Rindou spoke with a teasing tone, though she had slowly warmed up to Uiharu who she once considered to be the motherfucking weak link in the group.

Uiharu flipped off her welding mask and reveals her welding torch with elfin fuckrage, she points it at Rindou and spoke with a primal tone of intensive fuckrage, "Call me useless one more time and I'll shove this motherfucking welding torch up your fucking ass and weld your asshole shut!"

Shaq and Lightning McQueen chuckle at the scene, they certainly had a colorful cast of assholes on this team and ultimately it didn't matter because they were all assholes and that was their identity, they were a bunch of fucking idiots who have somehow lived long enough to survive through this fuckstorm which was led by the Skibidi Toilets which had already caused them so much pain.

"Damn... these chicks are crazy, you sure we can handle them all Shaq?" Lightning McQueen guffawed as he witnessed all of the crazy scenes which were happening before them, just how could they possibly handle these unhinged bastards?

Shaq lets out a throaty chuckle, his voice rumbling with amusement as he observed the utterly absurd scene which dared to show itself before them, "Don't underestimate them, Lightning... because while they're a bunch of whack-ass motherfuckers, each one of them has their own unique strengths and perhaps they're all just crazy enough to make this shit work..." he replied confidently, his gaze sweeping over the group with pride as he took a puff of smoke and tossed his Versace Glasses onto the pillows.

"Besides, we've already dealt with a bunch of fucknuggets, Skibidi Toilets and that son-of-a-bitch named Antonio Brown... we're here to survive through this shit, through and through and that is final."

The Shaq rumbled across the Home Depot, taking all of the massive store within his sights as he kicked off his designer sneakers which he had bought years ago, he found a speaker and began to play some loud deathcore rap which fucked all of their ears at once and was only stopped by a raging Rindou who had grabbed the motherfucking speaker and smashed it into pieces with a flick of her wrist.

"O' Shaquille O'Neill, please don't play that motherfucking ear-rape in this damn building, I'd rather fashion a dildo out of a motherfucking cactus than listen to that bullshit any longer."

Stocking just watched from afar at this pathetic scene, she had grabbed a spoonful of some parfaits that Caillou the Balded One had been storing before being mercilessly killed and with those spoonfuls of parfait in her hand, she stuffed spoonfuls down her throat for she loved sweets which had sculpted her sexy body.

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Chapter 18: The Chronicles of Honoka Kousaka Pt. 2

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: THE NUKER 3 FINAL 3

One Year after the fall of Anarcho-Communist SpongeBob SquarePants

Honoka brandished her pink katana which pulsated with the period blood of the fallen angels and the cookie-laced blood of the Grandmatriarchs during the 2004 Cookie-Pocalypse which took place in not Earth, but rather its distant cousin known as Kepler-186f which heavily resembled the Earth, but was wrought with death and inhabited by homosexual vampires years before they succumbed to the great apocalypse led by the Grandmatriarchs.

Her loins pulsated and spasmed with bloodlust which sprouted from her loins and traveled to her now hardening nipples as she tried to resist the raw urge to slay the fuck out of everything that dared to stand in the way of this fuck-induced patriot of raw patriotic fuckfury and her body was now immersed in fuckrage and adrenaline which had increased her height further to 6'4 and now she dawned the great dress that once belonged to Madoka Kaname after she had passed away in another universe after slaying the fuck out of that bastard Kyubey who everyone fucking hates because he is a fucking asshole.

Honoka stood tall and proud amongst the fuck-city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where the great Cody Rhodes had defeated the evil fuck-naut known as Roman Reigns who had once terrorized the United States as the greatest Mafia Lord, Pimp and all-time cult leader of the Bloodline where cult members performed vile blood-sacrifices to their gods who were known as Atua, Troy Polamalu and Maui.

It wasn't long until Honoka leaps down from the Great Philadelphia Tower and she leaps into the fray of Skibidi Toilets as she splits their skulls asunder with raw fucklust as her fist came slamming down upon the cold raw pavement, her fists encased in raw fuck-fire and death-fire as well for all of mankind to see.

She then came across the great fuckwraith of all mankind, the multi-tentacled dick demon who dared to murder the fuck out of Honoka with all sorts of cum-shots which could dare to slay the fuck out of her without any goddamn reason and its sheer size and fearsome cocks dared to cause Honoka to succumb to a spell of depression.

Honoka thought about killing herself later.

Honoka withdrew her pink katana which she named MFSOAMK or METAL FUCKING SLAYER OF ALL MANKIND as she charged at this fearsome beast with a roar of rage which came down from her gut and exploded out of her mouth with elfin fervor.

Honoka leapt into the air like the great Michael Jordan himself and plunged her pink katana into the back of the head of this demonic fuck-wraith and splits its head asunder with all sorts of fuckrage which coats the streets of Philadelphia with all sorts of bright bloody colors which dares to stand amidst the streets, the blood was acidic and caused a great sinkhole which murdered the fuck out of a litany of Skibidi Toilets and all sorts of other unimaginable fuckwraiths which stood amidst this hell-hole city of Brotherly Love.

"All ḫäş beḙn clëäǹsed and clëaņėd from ṫḩis fucking cḯty, thus ịṡ thè holẙ act tḫaṯ must be cạrrìed oṉ in thǐs city ṱo člĕanse it of aļl the ŗaẘ impǘritieś ẇhich clãḯm this fućking pľace."

Honoka's voice came out with a glitchy and robotic groan that came from her now mechanically-implanted skull which she had operated upon herself after sustaining a near-fatal blow from a legion of bad guys who had dared to kill this great patriot, but now she was a mecha-Honoka and it was all thanks to the great Nitori Kawashiro who had turned her dead body into a motherfucking robot... though her soul had been long engulfed by the sheer fuckrage which had stirred in her colon and the raw fucking power which consumed her very soul.

All hell froze over as Honoka was now in space, she had begun to slay the fuck out of all sorts of demonic vegetables which were shaped into Hammer & Sickle logos and all sorts of communist bullshit, she lets out a prayer for the LORD though she can't go to heaven or hell for her soul was long since engulfed within the fuckrage of her life, she floated endlessly through space and eventually landed in the Cookie-Planet where she had gone off to settle camp and slay the fuck out of the Grandmatriarchs who splattered and spoke with broken voices, their entire bodies being nothing more than cookie matter which they had done after making every last atom of existence into cookies, the Cookie Planet being filled with all sorts of unspeakable fuck-wraiths made out of chocolate and all sorts of horrific blobs which were once children... it looked like some shit out of Made In Abyss and furthered the cries for the immaculate slaying of this fucking planet and all of these Grandmatriarchs.

The Grandmatriarchs, their bodies filled and made out of nothing but raw cookie-dough and their multiple red eyes blazing with all sorts of unspeakable fuckrage spoke upon spotting Honoka Kousaka who was mostly flesh and bones, they despised all who weren't made out of cookie-dough and dared to approach Honoka Kousaka who withdrew her pink Katana the METAL FUCKING SLAYER OF ALL MANKIND and spoke proudly, this overweening elfin amazonian warrior that was once a member of Muse spoke with raw fuckrage.

"ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, ONLY COOKIE, COOKIE ONLY, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD, FLESHY BAD"

"YEAH YEAH, YOU'RE GONNA TRY TO TURN ME INTO A FUCKING COOKIE? WELL LICK MY BUTT AND SUCK ON MY TITS!"

Honoka charged upon this hoard of grandmatriarchs and slayed the fuck out of them with her pink katana, she had been performing her spin attack around these evil adversaries before bringing them into the blender with her vicious spin attack, slaying the fuck out of them and turning their bodies into chocolate death and chocolate blood which splatters across the heavens, Honoka lifted her pink katana triumphantly as she revealed her dark black wings which had been robbed from the great Akeno Himejima.

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A day had passed since the great fall of SpongeBob SquarePants and his fellow agents of Anarcho-Communists/AnComs and now that those eternal bestial fucks have been slayed, there is always a new evil to govern the gawd-damn nation of America.

For there is always a new evil to replace the old in this world, thus is the circle of life.

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: BEAUTIFUL DEAD - DANGANRONPA TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC

Chapter 19: Leaving Jacksonville, Florida

The Following day after the shit-heap that was the battle of Jacksonville

Reimu had diligently begun to pack her supplies into the heavy survival backpacks that they had brought over from raiding some sort of store earlier before they had arrived to Jacksonville, all of those other motherfuckers who Reimu dared to call her comrades were sound asleep, they had long since fallen into deep slumber amidst the penthouse that once belonged to SpongeBob SquarePants before his cranium exploded and was revealed to have been manipulated by Parasitic Skibidi Toilets that is.

Reimu felt her anger rise in her heart as she went berserk and began yelling at her comrades to wake the fuck up with elfin fuckfury, her anger was palpable and filled to the brim with rage that pulsated in her groin area and in her boobs.

As the morning sun filtered through the windows of the opulent and gaudy penthouse, Reimu's frustration simmered as this petulant fuckheaded american patriot sauntered across the Penthouse of SpongeBob. She paced around the room, her movements tense and loud enough to demonstrate the raw fuckrage which was coursing through her veins, as she collected her gear she looked upon her sleeping comrades with impatience before roaring upon the group.

"Oi, you lazy assholes! Wake the fuck up before I start playing some fucking baby Shark on the fucking speakers!" Reimu's voice rang out sharply, cutting through the peaceful silence of the morning as her words roared through the Penthouse and swarming into the ears of her comrades with unspeakable loudness.

Ruby stirred first, her eyes fluttering open in confusion as the sheer threat of being forced to listen to Baby Shark was too much for her brain to handle. "Reimu...? What's wrong?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Get your asses out of bed, all of you motherfuckers!" Reimu barked out, her eyes narrowing as she fixed her glare on each member of the group in turn as she raised her candlestick. "We've got shit to do and I'm not waiting around for your sorry asses to catch up... do it or I'll have you all listen to Baby Shark until your ears all bleed."

Dia sat up after Ruby, rubbing her eyes groggily. "Is everything okay, Reimu...?"

"Okay?! Does it look okay to you, Dia?" Reimu snapped, her patience wearing thin upon her comrades with divine fuckrage, "We've got a city infested with Skibidi Toilets and god knows what else and you all think it's nap time? Get your shit together before I fuck all of your parents."

Sanae, sensing Reimu's mounting frustration quickly sat up and joined the conversation with a timid voice, "Reimu, calm down... We'll get ready so please don't fuck my parents or make us listen to Baby Shark..." she said, trying to diffuse the tension but the sheer horrors of having to listen to that god-forsaken song was beyond all of their wildest imaginations when it came to the horrors of listening to that damn song.

"Fuck off Reimu, I was having a good dream about meeting my husbando that one time..." Kaguya grumbled as she stood up, she sounded beyond pissed and filled with anger at the Reimu for forcing her ass to wake up.

Reimu's jaw clenched at this petulant defiance of Kaguya who has become more troublesome recently for the Reimu, "We don't have time for your silly dreams about your fake husbandos or whatever the fuck you call that weeb shit" Reimu retorted harshly, testing the resolve of Kaguya Houraisan, "Besides... your husbandos aren't even real so don't give me none of that Husbando dream shit."

Kaguya gritted her teeth at the words of Reimu which hit her sore spot, Kaguya fired back with a voice that was filled with righteous fuckrage and outright weebish stupidity which baffled Reimu.

"𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪 ℍ𝕦𝕤𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 CUNT, 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤!"

Reimu just ignored Kaguya's petulant retort and looked over at Mokou, she walked up to her and slapped her in the ass as hard as she could, jolting the ex-immortal awake forcefully and against her gawd-damn will.

"Wake the fuck up, Mokou! We've got work to do, and I'm not gonna carry your sorry ass!" Reimu barked, her tone laced with raw aggression and fuckrage as she slapped Mokou in her ass, jolting her awake.

Mokou jolted awake at the unexpected slap on her butt, her eyes wide with surprise and shock "Oi... what the fuck was that for?! Do you want to die today Reimu?! Cuz I'll give you the ol' Washington Heights drill where a bunch of motherfucking crack-headed students take turns slapping you with their motherfucking shit or with their motherfucking guns!"

There was no doubt about it, Mokou was from the ghettos of Los Angeles and probably a tad unhinged, she looked at Reimu in the eyes and cracked her knuckles with elfin fuckrage, "Cuz if you're gonna slap my ass, I'm gonna rip your muthafuggin bones apart and send your crack-head ass back to Gensokyo!"

"Sure go ahead, send my ass flying back to Gensokyo because fuck Earth... I want my damn shrine maiden powers back" Reimu chuckled at the raw rage of Fujiwara No Mokou, testing this brash woman and testing the legitimacy of her words, but Mokou wasn't having it.

"Take this bitch, I'll lay off the motherfucking Washington Heights Drill but it doesn't mean I won't kick your ass!"

Mokou gave Reimu an uppercut from hell which Reimu dodged, Mokou proceeded to unleash a raw fuckrage of brutal boxing combinations which hit nothing as Reimu had the defensive reflexes of Floyd Mayweather himself.

"Haha can't touch me Mokou! I am Invincible! Invincible! OWW-"

Mokou had picked Reimu up and performed a vicious german suplex upon Reimu, smashing the fuck out of her and causing Reimu to lay on the floor in pain as the sonic rings were knocked out of her... Mokou stood above Reimu, she chuckled with a shit-eating grin because nobody dares to mess with Mokou.

"Gawd-damn... what happened to Reimu?!" Sanae spoke with absolute shock, Reimu had been broken in half by Mokou's vicious suplex and it wasn't long until Reimu got up, she had gotten a sweet taste of humble pie at the hands of Mokou.

The remaining Aventura Mall Survivors/Weapons/Status

Reimu Hakurei - Large Candlestick with sharp end - Healthy Status

Sanae Kochiya - Heavy Minigun - Healthy Status

Kaguya Houraisan - Musket - Healthy Status

Fujiwara No Mokou - Musket - Healthy Status

Dia Kurosawa - Kitchen Knife - Healthy Status

Ruby Kurosawa - Small hammer - Healthy Status

Location - Jacksonville, Florida

Group Name - The Southeastern Survival Group of Florida

With everyone awake now, Reimu trudged towards the kitchen that was located in SpongeBob's Penthouse, pulling out a box of plain ordinary cheerios and some milk which was located in the fridge and with elfin fuckrage, Breakfast was served.

Suddenly, the LA Knight emerged from his deep slumber, his presence drawing Reimu's attention as she looked at him with annoyance... With a bark of frustration, she turned to him as she spoke with an angry and annoyed tone of voice.

"About time you woke up, you lazy sack of shit," she snapped at him with a tone laced with irritation. "Breakfast is served, so grab a bowl and eat up. We've got a long day ahead of us, and we can't afford to waste any more time... you're not even gonna fight, just handle the damn PARA-RAID device so we can connect over long distances you lazy fuck."

"Aww man, just some plain ordinary cheerios? Those shits are bland as hell" The LA Knight complained slightly, sounding a tad like a child which caused Reimu to reprimand him even more.

Reimu's irritation deepened as the LA Knight complained about the breakfast choice. She shot him a fierce glare, her eyes narrowed with impatience.

"You're lucky we have any food at all, you ungrateful piece of shit... stop acting like a child," Reimu retorted sharply, her voice tinged with annoyance at the audacity of LA Knight. "We're on a mission here, not at the fucking French Laundry in Yountville. Eat your damn Cheerios and stop whining like a little bitch."

The LA Knight raised his hands in a placating gesture, realizing he had pushed Reimu's buttons a bit too far in his quest for better Cheerios. "Alright, alright, I'll eat it," he muttered, his tone contrite as he grabbed a bowl and poured himself some cereal.

As the group gathered around the table and began to eat almost everyone groaned about how bland the Cheerios were, the exceptioms being Reimu, Mokou and Sanae who didn't give a shit about their nutritious breakfast being bland.

Ruby's disappointment was evident as she poked at her Cheerios with a sigh and stirred her soup with boredom... her expression crestfallen. "I wish we had Lucky Charms or Fruit Loops instead, Plain Cheerios are boring..." she mumbled, her voice tinged with childish longing.

Dia was sitting next to her, she glanced at her younger sister. "I know, Ruby. But we have to make do with what we have... besides these are way healthier than those other cereals" she said gently, trying to reassure her.

Sanae, who was busy munching on her plain Cheerios, chimed in with a shrug. "Hey, at least it's food..." she remarked, her tone light-hearted despite the blandness of their breakfast.

Reimu, overhearing the conversation, glanced over at Ruby with a raised eyebrow. "Stop complaining and eat up... I don't give a fuck about whether they're Cheerios or Lucky Charms or Fruit Loops, both are unhealthy as fuck and will diminish your health in a couple of years so get eating." she interjected, her voice firm and harsh as fuck, "We need our energy for what's coming next... whatever is next that is."

Reimu had no idea on what was to come next, that was the job of LA Knight to take care of and as this tall pissed-off shrine maiden stood up, she spoke once everyone had finished their bowls of Cheerios.

"Alright, assholes, listen up," Reimu announced boldly, her voice cutting through the air with authority that rivaled that of the great kings of the 18th centuries and below. "We've got a shitload of work to do, and we can't afford to waste any more time jerking off to our victory over SpongeBob, enough of this circlejerk bullshit."

She glanced around the room, meeting the eyes of each member of the group in turn and giving them all the Reimu Death Stare "Our next move is to track down the source of these Skibidi Toilet fuckers and put an end to this bullshit once and for all. LA Knight, I want you to start scanning the gawd-damn country for any signs of bullshit or any signs of unusual activity or concentrations of these motherfuckers moving forward... we need to figure out who caused this shit-storm or if these motherfuckers just spawned into this world."

Reimu paused for a moment to catch her breath and let her words sink into their brains, she then spoke loudly again... demanding harshly of her comrades. "The rest of you, gear up and get ready to move out. We're not stopping until we find those bastards and put an end to their little party and don't you guys think of complaining or throwing any hissy fits or I'll have to start slashing throats."

With that, Reimu turned on her heel and strode out of the room, she took a big swig of a nearby box of apple juice before tossing it into the trash can, she walked out and began to tie her damn shoes for the upcoming bullshit that they would have to face.

Reimu looked at the scenery below her from the penthouse, thousands of anarcho-communist corpses and rabid Skibidi Toilets were scatted across the floor like pieces of shit and scattered legos, what a fucking mess...

Reimu surveyed the grim scene below from the penthouse, her expression twisted with disgust at the chaotic aftermath as she looked down upon these pathetic Anarcho-Communists and their fallen bodies. The streets were littered with the remnants of the anarcho-communist forces and the rabid Skibidi Toilets, a bloody scene of destruction that stretched as far as the eye could see and caused Reimu looked down upon them with disgust.

"Look at this fucking mess," Reimu muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with disdain. "Like a goddamn battlefield littered with little pieces of shit."

The scattered bodies and broken Skibidi Toilets resembled discarded toys caused by a schizophrenic child, the result of a violent clash that had left devastation in its wake was the reality of this hellish and broken world. Reimu's eyes narrowed as she took in the scene, her mind already focused on the next steps of their mission and her plans on ridding the world of all injustice and bullshit.

"We need to clean this shit up and move on, we need a fucking genocide upon these gawd-damn Skibidi Toilets" Reimu declared, her tone resolute with her new goals now achieved, "No time to waste dwelling on this mess. LA Knight, any updates on the source of these fuckers?"

She turned to the LA Knight, her impatience clear in her gaze as the LA Knight was back in the computer lab, he spoke through the PARA-RAID device which was inside of Reimu's ear.

"Sorry Reimu, I've been scanning the area around Jacksonville and I'm not picking up anything substantial. It's like these Skibidi Toilets just popped up out of thin air," the LA Knight's voice crackled through Reimu's earpiece, a note of frustration underlying his words as he found absolutely nothing regarding the origins of the Skibidi Toilets.

He continued, his tone thoughtful as he processed the data streaming across the screens in front of him... "Whatever's causing this Skibidi Toilet uprising seems to be evading our detection. It's possible they're being controlled remotely, or there's some sort of signal we're not picking up... OR they're just a bunch of new lifeforms that are evolving at rapid speeds."

The LA Knight glanced at the monitor displaying a live feed of the surrounding area, the digital map dotted with red markers representing Skibidi Toilet activity, it was a radar that SpongeBob had in his house for no fucking reason, "Our best bet is to head east along the East Coast... just to see how the motherfucking beaches look from here, hell... we'd might as well go on a little trek to New York City to see how those motherfucking things are doing in The Big Apple."

He paused to scratch his nose for a second and take a swig of alcohol from his mug, "Stay sharp out there Reimu... We're dealing with some unknown shit, and I don't like it one bit."

Reimu nodded grimly, her mind already racing with plans for their next move which was to tread across the East Coast, "Alright, let's gear up and get the fuck out of here. Everyone, pack your shit and be ready to move in ten. We've got a long road ahead of us."

By now they had all worn the same damn things and their clothing was getting dirty and being pushed to its limits, the only thing they had to pack was their food which they took from SpongeBob's penthouse pantries and stuffed everything into Ruby's large YETI bag and handed it to Mokou who was the strongest member of the group... Ruby was too damn weak to carry that YETI bag now.

Mokou hoisted the bag onto her shoulders with a loud grunt and began adjusting the straps for comfort to fit her toned body, she looked much stronger than that skinny and scrawny NEET named Kaguya and despite the weight, she appeared unfazed as her impeccably toned frame was capable of bearing the load without strain, she didn't look like a muscular girl but Mokou was strong as shit... that was just anime logic.

"Alright, let's get our butts moving," Reimu commanded, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere. "Stay close and keep your eyes peeled... last thing I want is for one of us to lose a fucking limb."

Sanae took charge of a headcount to insure that somehow nobody died during the night and ensuring that no one was left behind in the chaotic aftermath of their battle with the Skibidi Toilets and anarcho-communist forces for some reason or another.

"One... two... three..." Sanae counted each member of the group, including LA Knight who would stay back at the Penthouse in order to give them critical information and serve as their navigator in case of any bullshit.

Meanwhile, LA Knight received his minigun back from Sanae for the fucking thing was way to damn heavy and the recoil was too damn strong and therefore rendered the fucking thing as useless for anyone, not even Mokou could wield the damn thing without lots of difficulty and carrying that fucking thing across the United States of America would prove to be unimaginably difficult for anyone who was human, they needed someone with superhuman strength to wield that fucking thing.

Reimu picked up her trusty candlestick which had remained by her side for days now, it was her trusted weapon of choice and it wasn't going anywhere... at least until Reimu found something that had the same capabilities as this trusty candlestick... she had even given it a name, ̷͓̽T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷

Reimu's hand closed around the familiar grip of her modified candlestick, a weapon that had served her well throughout their turbulent journey through Skibidi Toilet hell, The sturdy and dependable feel of the metal gave her a sense of fuckrage which cascaded through her body like heroin passing through the blood-stream of an addict, thus was the prophecy of Reimu.

With balls of fire in her eyes, Reimu affectionately referred to her candlestick as "T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷" a fitting name for a weapon that had undoubtedly seen its fair share of action and was most notable in splitting ruined heads asunder, this trusty companion had become an extension of herself and a replacement for the Purification Rod she had lost in the Rapture of Gensokyo which had sent them to Earth ten years ago, this Candlestick was a reminder of what she had lost and also on what she had gained from the shithole called Earth.

As she marched forward with her comrades at her sides, Reimu kept T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ close at hand, ready to unleash its formidable power upon the unfortunate souls who will have their skulls split in half with the sheer power and weight of T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ and the hefty yet comfortable weight of the Candlestick had long become familiar to Reimu who had grown attach to her bash brother, T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷.

With each step of raw fuckrage and fortitude which came from the sheer fuckrage which had begun brewing in all of their colons, This brethren of Survivors of Aventura Mall began to strive towards the Private Elevator which had been the only access to the Penthouse of SpongeBob, the anarcho-communist fuckhead who had been slain by Reimu and her group of patriots... she had decided to abandon the shitty previous name that they had and they were now rebranded to a new name, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗧𝗦.

The remaining Aventura Mall Survivors/Weapons/Status

Reimu Hakurei - Large Candlestick with sharp end - Healthy Status

Sanae Kochiya - Heavy Minigun - Healthy Status

Kaguya Houraisan - Musket - Healthy Status

Fujiwara No Mokou - Musket - Healthy Status

Dia Kurosawa - Kitchen Knife - Healthy Status

Ruby Kurosawa - Small hammer - Healthy Status

Location - Jacksonville, Florida

Group Name -  𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗧𝗦

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Sauntering towards the elevator, Kaguya decided to boast to Reimu with a petulant and boastful tone that could piss off even the classiest of gentlemen and the lowest of fools, "Yo Mokou, bet I can kill more Skibidi Toilets than you!"

"Yeah, well I don't give a shit because I used to beat the shit out of people back in the ghettos, those Skibidi Toilets are nothing compared to having to splatter brains across the damn pavement of fuggin Los Angeles while running from the fucking pigs."

Mokou raised an eyebrow menacingly as she reminisces about her time when she was just raptured to America and at the time, she had been raptured to that of a typical inner-city home in the middle of the ghettos, the Mokou couldn't give a fuck about what this privileged NEET had to say and her usual bullshittery.

Sanae meanwhile had begun to wash her hands alongside Ruby and Dia, the Reimu just watched from afar as everyone was getting ready to descend back down to the cold hard land of terra firma, its raw dustiness appearing before their eyes from the windows of the great penthouse of SpongeBob SquarePants.

Reimu thought about pancakes as everyone sauntered forth with divine fuckrage, each step shattering the tiles of the penthouse with naught but mighty power coming from their pulsating loins.

Turning her attention to the LA Knight, Reimu's voice carried a tone of authority which was filled with holy righteousness which only a shrine maiden could possess. "Keep your eyes peeled you lazy sack of shit... Shaun. We're heading into uncertain territory, and I don't want any surprise Skibidi Toilets ripping my fucking throat apart because unlike all of those filthy Anarcho-Communist fuckwits, I'd rather not get my boobs ripped off."

The LA Knight chuckled at Reimu's response, "Well aren't you a fine Tsundere baka... always eager to tear my ass apart with your shitty words, Compadre... but I'm on it boss, cuz I ain't a lazy sack of shit... just a drunk piece of shit."

Reimu shot a look of mock annoyance at the LA Knight's retort, her lips curling into a slight smirk despite all of the hormonal fuckrage which was raging in her panties at this very moment. "Well, at least you know your place, Knight and don't let your drunken antics get in the way of our mission to end these Skibidi Fuckwits cuz we've got enough shit on our hands to deal with without adding your hangover to the mix..."

Reimu's expression softened slightly as she looked upon the LA Knight. "Just make sure you don't screw it up, Shaun. I'm counting on you to keep us one step ahead of these parasitic shitters... cuz I'd hate to pull an Elvis Presley and die to a fucking toilet."

"Got'cha Compadre, time for you motherfuckers to rock the fuck out I assume? Now go and make Papa LA Knight proud you American Patriots!" LA Knight patted Reimu on the back with brotherly love and camaraderie before slapping her on the ass lightly.

"Go get those motherfuckers, my compadres... time to merc some motherfucking shitters!"

With the words of encouragement coming from the raw enthusiasm of the LA Knight coursing through their veins, Reimu & the Group all step into the golden elevator which once belonged to SpongeBob... it was gaudy as fuck and looked like it came from Dubai but rather, from the former vanity of SpongeBob SquarePants who had gone from a minimum wage worker at Bikini Bottom to a wealthy Anarcho-Communist fucklord after being raptured... though the Skibidi Toilets which had hijacked his brain had brought him down to his knees and had turned the once wealthy SpongeBob into that Anarcho-Communist fucklord which gave Reimu the chilling thought that somehow the Skibidi Toilets had their own political beliefs which was centered around Anarcho-Communism... Reimu as a member of the 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗧𝗦 could not stand for that absolute bollocks.

The Golden elevator was gaudy and disgusted the mind of the Ghetto-born Mokou, a girl who had been raised in poverty to become an unhinged delinquent... the raw gaudiness of the elevator made her want to vomit in sheer disgust at this vain display of opulence.

As the elevator descended, Mokou couldn't help but feel a rising sense of disgust at the ostentatious display of wealth surrounding them... The gaudy golden interior of the elevator clashed sharply with her shitty upbringing, a stark reminder of the stark divide between the haves and the have-nots in this twisted world they found themselves in... a world where all money was suddenly rendered irrelevant and those who had the largest of mansions were eaten alive by the sheer amount of Skibidi Toilets which came with having more bathrooms...

"heh... now that I think about it, why wasn't SpongeBob SquarePants attacked by the Skibidi Toilets? If anything, they seemed to be protecting his ass on the lower floors..." Kaguya theorized as she watched Mokou's continuous anger at the gaudy shit surrounding them.

"Didn't you remember? SpongeBob's entire fucking brain was filled with Micro Skibidi Toilets, they likely saw him as one of their own," Dia responded as she stroked the red hair of Ruby to sooth her weary soul, "The motherfucker was already under their control... there was no reason for them to attack what was essentially their puppet."

As Dia spoke about the puppetry of SpongeBob SquarePants, her words were filled with the raw and unspeakable horrors which had happened to SpongeBob. The revelation about SpongeBob being controlled by the Skibidi Toilets struck fear upon the group, adding a layer of complexity to their understanding of this beyond fucked-up situation.

Kaguya absorbed the words of Dia Kurosawa into her brain, passing through her neurons with pulsating speed, "So in other words, these Skibidi Fuckwits can mind-hack people like fucking parasites... great, just great."

Kaguya groaned in visible disgust at the idea, she could feel her nipples harden in raw fuckrage at the sheer thought of being hijacked by a group of miniature Toilets, it was something beyond evil and beyond fucked up.

Ruby was still horrified and shaken up by the fucked up event, the sight of SpongeBob and his brain exploding with blood and chunks of bloody meat would forever be ingrained into her brain, "I-I can't believe SpongeBob was just controlled like that, same with Mr. Krabs... and Patrick Star!" Ruby spoke with a fearful tone which came out of her mouth, that scene had been like something out of a horror movie... but it was real...

"Yeah Yeah... his fucking head exploded, big deal... it's time to head to the East Coast, we've got some fuck-slaying to do... now pay attention before I start making heads roll" Reimu spoke caustically, she had just grown tired of hearing her comrades talk n' shit... she needed them to pay attention.

As soon as they exit the Krusty Krab Headquarters, shit hits the fan immediately.

"Look at that shit, that's why I'm telling you fucks to pay attention"

Suddenly out of the bushes, Draymond Green comes out and shoots at them with a fucking Nailgun which was blocked quickly by Reimu who slashed upon the nails endlessly with T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷.

Sensing that his supposedly fool-proof ambush wasn't working, this fucking idiot decided to do what he usually does and he charges at Reimu and tries to choke her with his hands, a typical dirty move from Draymond Green... but while that shit worked on the NBA Court, it does not work in real life... it was a bad move for the Draymond Green.

*Slam* *Slam* *Slam* *THUD!*

Draymond Green hit the pavement with elfin fervor, his skull now split asunder as his dirty tactics had finally caught up to him... if the NBA refs weren't going to do it... then Sanae, the one who had split his head asunder with her own weapon was going to enact justice upon all of those other players that Draymond Green had assaulted throughout his NBA career and most notably, avenge Jordan Poole.

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The World outside of the Penthouse was still just as shitty as before and the brief respite from this shithole wasn't going to change any of that shit... the entire world was probably fucked at this rate which is exactly what gave Reimu the determination to slay the fuck out of the Skibidi Toilets and anyone who dared to ally with those motherfucking pieces of porcelain...

Cuz my style is ri-dic-dic-diculous-ulous-ulous Brrrrrr skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, Skibidi dabudu neeb neeb, Skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, Skibidi dabudu neeb neeb.

The harrowing chants of the Skibidi Toilet are the only thing that can be heard amidst the battlefield that was Jacksonville, a city which was only starting the process of recovery from anarcho-communism led by Skibidi Toilets and their puppets... the only other sound heard amidst this battlefield were the harrowing sounds of human screams and gunfire, not a pretty combination to say the least.

Reimu and the rest of 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗧𝗦 were now at ground level and literally the second they had stepped out of the Krusty Krab Headquarters were they ambushed by Draymond Green, a likely Anarcho-Communist terrorist who had tried to kill these patriots of justice for slaying SpongeBob SquarePants and yet somehow, Draymond Green was still alive... though he could only speak for plot reasons.

"You can still speak you fucking psychopath? Go ahead and spit it out before I take you out of your misery you piece of fucking shit" Reimu spoke bitterly as she looked down at the crumpled form of Draymond Green who was on his last vestiges of life, unable to move and only allowed to speak was Draymond.

"Why the fuck did you try and ambush us? Why push Anarcho-Communism upon your human brethren you fool?" Reimu asked with a look of disgust on her face, she raised her foot over the split open skull of Draymond Green... trying to get an answer.

"C-Cuz I needed Anarcho-Communism... I needed it because the Washington Wizards Dynasty stole all of the thunder from the Warriors Dynasty!" Draymond spat out with rage and hate in his eyes, he was petty as fuck.

"Anarcho-Communism to settle a sports grudge... pathetic "

Reimu's fury erupted in a violent display of elfin fuckrage as she brought her foot down upon Draymond's skull with unrelenting force, delivering a final blow that echoed with a sickening crack that smashed the skull of Draymond Green like a watermelon being smashed with a hammer, the shattered remnants of Draymond Green's skull lay scattered amidst the chaos of the battlefield, his voice silenced forever and forgotten to the whims of time itself.

"Let's move out, we've wasted enough time here and it's time to rock the fuck out." Reimu spoke with a firm tone of authority which cemented her status as the head of the table amidst the group, none would dare question her except for maybe Kaguya Houraisan who was a petulant fuck-headed asshole...

With a sense of raw determination coursing through their bodies like Red Bull, the group sauntered forth across the sullied battlegrounds of Jacksonville, Florida... all eager to move the fuck out of this shit-heap and head to what was likely another shit-heap of a location because the world was just like that nowadays.

The group strove into the sunset dramatically, disappearing into the smoke-filled horizon with dramatic effect which symbolized their exit from the now recovering city of Jacksonville, Florida... a city which would hopefully return back to being a slightly better shit-hole of a city... though still a shit-hole.

"Now where did I leave that motherfucking Jeep Wrangler at?!" Reimu barked at her comrades, hoping that someone happened to know the gawd-damn answer... Ruby spoke up with some strong words that did not suit her normally shy demeanor.

"It's somewhere in the bushes, Dickweed" Ruby spoke bluntly, pissing off The Reimu into a pissed off frenzy.

"What the fuck did you fucking call me you little bitch?!" Reimu spat out, though she decided not to enquire further.

With tensions running high within the group... the group set out to locate their elusive Jeep Wrangler which was supposedly somewhere in the bushes to hide from any potentially filthy Anarcho-Communists, their search illuminated by the fading light of the setting sun which was now being covered by a couple of dark rainclouds. Ruby led the way, her normally timid demeanor replaced by a newfound sense of divine fuckrage which raged on in her soul and as they combed through the bushes, their frustration grew with each passing moment... causing Mokou to bark out.

"Man fuck this shit, where the hell is that damn Jeep?!" Mokou snarled, her patience wearing thin as the minutes ticked by in this search for some shitty-ass jeep, how the fuck could someone lose a fucking JEEP in a couple of trees near the outskirts of Jacksonville, Florida.

Just as they were about to give up hope, Dia let out a triumphant shout as she found that motherfucking Camo-colored Jeep "Found it"

Their Jeep Wrangler emerged from the shadows, nestled among the foliage like a piece of shit hidden within the grass on a hot summer day and with a mixture of relief and satisfaction, the group piled into the vehicle and began to strap their asses into the seats, ready to continue their journey along the East Coast of the United States of America.

"Lets rock the fuck out... time to leave this shit-hole!" Reimu spoke excitedly as she hits the gas pedal at full speed, speeding out onto the highways which led out from Jacksonville like arteries taking blood away from the heart, such was the network of roads in America.

As they drove off into the dark night, they began to leave behind the city of Jacksonville, Florida... leaving behind that shit-hole and the people in the back were able to see the buildings slowly disappear into the night.

"Oh thank fuck we're out of that damn shit-heap, I wonder if any of the other places are as bad as Jacksonville, but I'm always down for killing some Skibidi Toilets because fuck those things."

Sanae spoke as she gave Reimu a wicked fistbump after their victory over SpongeBob and the Anarcho-Communists of Jacksonville, it was a great moral boost for 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗧𝗦.

Reimu returned the fistbump with enthusiasm, a smirk formed upon the lips of the Reimu, "Hell yeah, Sanae Kochiya... I'm a simple woman, I like slaying Skibidi Toilets and money... so I'm always down to murder the fuck out of any Skibidi Toilets or filthy communist fuckwits."

Mokou had been looking out of the window dramatically as she listened to the talk between Reimu and Sanae... Mokou who had been glaring out the window with a brooding expression, finally spoke up. "We've faced worse, ain't no Skibidi Toilet fuckers gonna take us down and if those fuckers think they can take us down, well we'll just rip their assholes out."

"I-I think we can do it... we've handled the toilets really well so far..." Ruby spoke with a shy tone, though spirits were high after their victory in Jacksonville, Dia spoke after Ruby with a chuckle.

"Yeah... I'm feeling pretty confident about our chances of cleansing out the Skibidi Toilets and their rabid ideology of communism... though how long is the drive and where the fuck are we going?" Dia asked with confusion.

"I don't fucking know, ask LA Knight!" Reimu barked as she drove across the highways of Florida, now separated from Jacksonville and approaching the middle of fucking nowhere, that's when a familiar voice arrived.

BZZZZT!

"You motherfuckers listening? It's me, the fucking Knight... I've found some weird shit going on near Atlanta, Georgia and fucking Charleston, South Carolina..."

Reimu's grip tightened on the wheel as she listened intently to the LA Knight's voice crackling through the PARA-RAID device in her ear. "What kind of weird shit are we talking about? Spit it out, Shaun" she demanded, her tone laced with impatience.

"Sounds like some Skibidi Toilet fuckery," the LA Knight replied with a tone filled with disgust. "Reports of people going missing, buildings infested with those little shits, and some weird cult-like activity centered around toilets. We should check it out..."

Reimu exchanged glances with her comrades, her expression hardening with fuckrage. "Alright, we heading to Atlanta, Georgia. Looks like we've got another Skibidi Toilet problem to deal with... fucking great.

Reimu took a turn in order to head towards Atlanta, Georgia... that's when the LA Knight continued to speak through the PARA-RAID device, his voice was filled with annoyance at the shit that he had seen, "By the way... that shit is going on in the cities of Atlanta and Charleston, though both are involving weird religious bullshit and no, it's not any of the big religions... it's like some new shit with toilets and whatever depraved bullshit which is going on in some of those so-called Mega-Churches."

Reimu's knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel tighter, her frustration boiling and converting into elfin fuckrage. "Fuckin' Mega-Churches and Skibidi Toilets? What kind of fucked-up combo is that? What happened to worshipping Jesus Christ?" she muttered to herself, her mind racing with thoughts of how to approach this new threat.

Reimu's frustration mounted as she navigated the highways of Florida, her mind swirling with thoughts of the bizarre and depraved activities plaguing Atlanta and Charleston. "What the fuck kind of new cult bullshit is this?" she muttered angrily, who the fuck would actually WORSHIP these fucking things?

"Sounds like some fucked-up Skibidi Toilet worship," Mokou chimed in, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and disgust. "I'd rather sit down on a porcupine than worship those fucking Skibidi fuckers, that's fucking gross!"

Kaguya scoffed and sniffed arrogantly, "Desperate idiots, obviously... I always knew those motherfuckers were gonna use religion to control the fucking masses, how utterly predictable..."

"Now's not the time for your atheist bullshit, Kaguya" Sanae reminded though she decided to bring up a good point on this whole ordeal which was now appearing in those two cities, "This bullshit reeks of parasitic Skibidi Toilets..."

Sanae's words hung heavy in the air, drawing nods of agreement from the group who had remembered what had happened to SpongeBob SquarePants, Reimu's grip on the steering wheel tightened as she glanced over at Sanae Kochiya. "You think it's those Skibidi Toilets pulling this shit again with those fucking brain parasites!? Trying to use religion as a front for what is actually parasitic mind-control?"

Sanae nodded with a darkened expression on her face, "It wouldn't surprise me... those pieces of shit have shown that they can manipulate and infect anything they touch and the idea that they can create their own religion using those tactics isn't far-fetched in the least."

Dia furrowed her brow, her eyes narrowing in thought as she imagined such a fucked-up scenario "But how are they pulling this shit off? We've seen what those damn things can do, but controlling entire cities through religion? That's some next-level fucked-up shit."

Ruby, normally quiet, spoke up softly... "Only one way to find out... and it's probably some unhinged shit."

"Guys... we should probably find a way to get armed better, cuz some of us don't even have guns for this shit yet" Kaguya added as she looked at how poorly equipped they were, they only beat SpongeBob through sheer luck.

Reimu nodded in agreement as she listened to the words of Kaguya Houraisan, "Yeah... we should probably get fucking armed before we leap into the fray of Atlanta and Charleston because who knows what the fuck is going on in those places..." She glanced at the group in the rearview mirror, her eyes settling on Dia and Ruby who were talking about idols.

"LA Knight, any places where we can find and raid for some fucking weapons and shit... I'm pretty satisfied with TH̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ but we might need some real fucking weapons for Ruby and Dia... plus I would like to have a gun as well."

The LA Knight's voice crackled through the PARA-RAID device, "yeah there should probably be a weapon shop up ahead... around thirty minutes ahead of you guys... it's located in a large outdoor mall because America."

"Alright, we'll be stopping at the weapon store and looting the fuck out of it, thanks for your help... Knight" Reimu spoke as she closed off conversations, she looked at Kaguya and smirked.

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Chapter 20: The Big Easy, New Orleans

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Shaquille O'Neill and his crew of survivors have thus survived through the middle of the night which had dared to try and kill them, life had thrown a raging fuck-headed crack-addict in the form of Antonio Brown at them... but that did not dare to stop The Big Diesel and his crew of survivors... they were practically invincible and undeniable, such as the state of their group.

But when you think life is easy, it will always find a way to shit in your face...

Shaquille O'Neill twisted in bed as he went to sleep on the floor uncomfortably, his massive frame which hadn't aged in the slightest due to the nano-machines in his body was not able to sleep well without specialized beds and as a result, the Big Diesel had to uncomfortably sleep on the floor because while his titanic strength was his greatest strength, it was also by far his biggest weakness as he struggled to do damn near anything with his massive height and weight... he was a fucking mountain in human form, the greatest example of strength known to mankind... his strength once lending itself to be useful for tearing apart NBA defenses... now a factor of intimidation and raw terror which struck the heart of anything that dared to stand in his wake, thus was the Shaq and the raw height that he carried on his body.

Meanwhile on the other side of the Home Depot was Kobayashi Rindou, sprawled out and piss-ass drunk for all to see... this carefree and utterly unhinged woman was beyond saving, but that was without saying... she was deeply unhinged and mentally insane after the toll of alcohol, sex and her wildly promiscuous lifestyle had taken its toll upon the beautiful body of Kobayashi Rindou, a horrible shame for the schizophrenic, sexy-ass alcoholic.

Complete opposite of the drunken body of Rindou was Mika Jougasaki who was sprawled against her small matress, she slept comfortably like a baby unlike Shaq and Rindou... her body carried the sheer beauty that was required when you come out of the Idolm ster franchise and the sheer beauty that was required of an idol, unlike Rindou... Mika looked healthy and sober, there was no bullshit or any signs of mental-illness or other forms of utter stupidity in the body of the Mika, she was a perfectly preserved idol who had taken years into account in order to care for her body and keep it hot and sexy... though the world around them threatened to take that beauty away at a moments notice.

Stocking Anarchy was laying against a couch that was found where Antonio Brown & his comrades of evil had stayed before their demise at the hands of Shaq's group and this couch had now been claimed by Stocking who had gone to bed after devouring her favorite cakes and drinking from her favorite Tea Cup, Stocking had long since gone to bed and her stunning body was molded not through exercise but through the endless amounts of cake which she devoured... according to Stocking, all of the sugar from the pastries she devours goes to her breasts which might explain her bountiful bosoms.

Uiharu Kazari and Ruiko Saten were both tucked nicely into their mattress with soft pillows and warm blankets which gave them the warmth needed for them to achieve the state we now call sleep, both Uiharu and Ruiko still doubted on whether they were being useful enough or not to the rest of the group of Shaq, though the sheer warmth of the blankets had given them the warmth and calmness to ignore the plentiful bullshit surrounding them during the night... though the sun was about to rise from the land any damn second now.

Last but not least, Lightning McQueen was sleeping soundly in the storage department of the Home Depot, taking the place of where the forklifts usually were and sleeping soundly as he had officially recovered from the bruises inflicted by the hail fuckstorm which had happened yesterday, it was an unprecedented shit-storm of hail which rained down from the skies and had laid waste to everything in its wake, murdering the fuck out of whatever happened to be caught within the fuckstorm and had failed to seek shelter, it was a raw and fucked-up event which had forced the entire group to sleep within the Home Depot and finally, after an entire day of staying within this oppressive and large tool store... they could finally escape as Uiharu got up nervously and begun to pull out her laptop which she had left on the desk of the Managers office in the Home Depot, Uiharu had brought her advanced laptop but only now could she find a wall socket to recharge this laptop.

Uiharu quickly hooks the Laptop to the speaker which was once used by Shaquille O'Neill, now to be used by Uiharu who had spotted something uneasy from the windows of the Home Depot, the Skibidi Toilets and sensing raw fear coursing through her veins, Uiharu goes on and plays the CRAZYBUS Title Screen theme on the loud speakers, murdering the fuck out of everyone's ears and forcing them to wake the fuck up.

"CAN YOU ASSHOLES WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

Uiharu roared with elfin fuckrage pulsating through her loins, she had let out an unholy warcry from her mouth as she demanded of Shaq and his comrades to wake up from their eternal slumber and Honey Nutting bullshit... her voice was let loose with an infernal cast as she yelled, waking everyone up from their slumbers like a necromancer lifting up skeletons from the dead.

Rubbing his eyes from the words of the Uiharu, the Shaq spoke angrily as his peaceful slumber was interrupted by Uiharu during 6:00AM, his voice bellows with raw fuckrage, elfin fervor and all other sorts of unspeakable emotions of anger.

"What the hell is going on?!" Shaq bellowed, his voice booming with raw frustration and elfin fervor. "Uiharu, what the FUCK was that for you piece of shit, you better have a damn good reason for waking us up like this!"

Uihar was undeterred by Shaq's imposing presence as he looked up at the Diesel with determination which came from the soul, she stood her ground with unwaveringly rebellious fuckrage, a fuckage which gave Shaq chills. "Sorry for the rude awakening, Shaq-kun, but look outside... look at those motherfuckers!" she exclaimed, gesturing urgently towards the windows.

Shaq followed Uiharu's gaze, his expression hardening with anger as he caught sight of the approaching Skibidi Toilets in the dim light of dawn, they approached with feverish pace which matched the sheer fuckrage within their porcelain bodies... those motherfuckers were approaching fast and the sounds of bullshit came with it.

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"Gawd fucking dammit, who the fuck woke us up? I'm gonna spread their fucking asscheeks apart and shove a metal pipe up their ass"

Rindou had woke up from her hang-over with a cranky mood, her peaceful slumber interrupted by Kazari Uiharu who looked at her with a look of raw disgust and indignation upon this stupid alcoholic bum.

"You alcoholic piece of shit, look out side of the fucking window and maybe you'll realize why I woke everyone up you fucking skank" Uiharu spoke straight facts, her colon churning in disgust at this piece of drunken bullshit named Kobayashi Rindou, a woman of saintly alcohol abuse and sexual depravities.

"Sweet merciful crap... what the fuck are all those white crackas doing outside this holy establishment, are they out of their motherfucking MIND?" Rindou swore as she swayed drunkenly, her body shaking with raw fuckrage which courses through her veins, her nipples harden with fear and excitement at this new encounter, she couldn't wait to do whatever the fuck was coming up next.

"Rindou, when will you ever quit the fucking alcohol abuse, we all know that tea is the superior drink of them all... I'd rather cut my limbs off with a rusty chainsaw than drink that glorified pisswater" Stocking rolled her eyes as she lifted Rindou up and held her up so that this drunken skank wouldn't fall or get ripped apart by the Skibidi Toilets which were outside of the Home Depot.

"Damn it... pieces of fuckin' shit... come on motherfuckers, let's ride these motherfuckers into oblivion!" Roared the Shaq as he splits his shirt asunder and pulls out his chair of the Gods within somewhere in that shirt, only God would know how he stored that fucking thing in his shirt but such was the logic of fiction, so who the fuck cares?

Ruiko unsheathed her metallic pipe which had yet to actually whack someone, but today would be different... she was going to murder the fuck out of something with this motherfucking pipe and leaping from the top of Lightning McQueen, she landed upon an unsuspecting Skibidi Toilet, murdering the fuck out of it and causing the blood and gore to splatter across the ground of the Home Depot... Ruiko felt satisfied that she was actually able to kill something, but since cause and effect existed... this enraged the Skibidi Toilets into a frenzied fuckrage as they began to shake and roar with raw outrage at the acts of the Ruiko Saten.

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"Oh for fucks sake, you utter bastard of butter churning bullshit... you pissed off those whack-ass pieces of fuck with that damn stunt of yours..."

Stocking spoke with divine fuckrage which was aimed upon the subhuman pieces of shit which approached them, she took a drink straight out of her tea cup before tossing it aside to be caught by Uiharu who caught it swiftly, though it wasn't long before Stocking did her thing.

Stocking thrusted her hips to the sounds of Eminem blasting through the raw speakers, she reached out for her dual-wielding pistols and demonstrated why these pieces of shit should be cancelled and sent back to whichever hell these motherfucking pieces of fucking bullshit came from... Stocking leapt into the fray of Skibidi Toilets, performing a raw dance of death as she fired a barrage of bullets upon these demonic fucks.

The hundreds of Skibidi Toilets charge upon the group of survivors with elfin-hellish fuckrage blazing within their bodies and nobody in the group liked the raw demonic fuckrage blazing through those pieces of shit, the Shaq knew that they had to go guns blazing upon these pieces of shit. It was about time they finally would make it the fuck out of this motherfucking Home Depot after three straight chapters in this motherfucking place.

Mika Jougasaki's eyes widened in raw fear as she was isolated from the group and a Skibidi Toilet with a bald head charged at her and with its long neck, it extends and tries to rip her face apart with its putriscent teeth, but Mika catches and grabs its head in a struggle for power and leverage which is eventually won when Mika pulls out her gun and sticks the pistol into the eye socket of the Skibidi Toilet.

"Stay down, you fucking ugly thing" Mika snarled with disgust as she pulled the trigger onto the eye socket of the Skibidi Toilet and causing bloody havoc to spill out from under the Skibidi Toilet, a red carpet of blood spreading out... Mika then tossed the gnarled head into a group of Skibidi Toilets who were harrasing Shaq, murdering the fuck out of them with her violent act of aggression.

Shaq feels the blood of the Skibidi Toilets slain by Comrade Mika spill all over his statuesque chest, he bounced his abs in the process as he relished the bloody viscera of Skibidi Toilets spilling all over his body... Shaq furthered this scene by grabbing his chair of the Gods and smashing the Skibidi Toilets before him into a bloody pulp with each raw smash of his elfin fuckchair... he then tossed the dead husks at more Skibidi Toilets with pinpoint accuracy... causing a depraved scene of death.

Meanwhile, the chaotic battle raged around them as Stocking continued her deadly dance amidst the horde of Skibidi Toilets... she had begun pole-dancing around a pole at the Home Depot while firing bullets violently upon the Skibidi Toilets like a depraved version of a sprinkler... even her own comrades were in danger of being murdered by this pole-dancing death dance... Rindou ducked under a stack of wood to avoid those motherfucking bullets.

"Hey cocksleeve, cut that shit out... you're gonna kill one of us with that pole-dancing bullshit" Rindou barked as her breasts pulsed and grew slightly larger, she chuckled in amusement as she pulled her pistol right out of the crack of her boobs and began slaying... her divine patriotic aura blinding upon the group of Skibidi Toilets.

Shaq towered over the fray and swung his massive chair of the Gods with nothing more than his titanic strength... knocking back any Skibidi Toilets that dared approach him and using none other than his titanic strenght, he gripped one of the larger Skibidi Toilets and with his large hands which could easily grip a basketball... he gripped the bald head of the large Skibidi Toilet and pulled tightly upon the screaming toilet, before ripping the Skibidi Toilet in half... ripping out its spinal cord in the process and creating a grizzly scene for everyone to see.

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The Skibidi Toilet chanted no more as it died within the hands of Shaq, having been torn in half with the titanic strength of Shaquille O'Neill, it's head was separated from the toilet structure which gave everyone a view of what these pieces of shit were... the veins of the Skibidi Toilet which were attached to the toilet portion were pulsating violently until they stopped...

"Holy fucking shit..." Ruiko spot with astonishment upon seeing the now ripped apart Skibidi Toilet, it's neck was ripped apart and exposed for all to see... it bled violently as the Skibidi Toilets around them looked on with raw outrage which caused them all to charge into the home depot and truly... those motherfucking pieces of shit would've killed them all had it not've been for the heroics of someone.

Uiharu Kazari was riding atop Lightning McQueen, standing on the roof of the red race car who donned the number 97 and the iconic Rust-Eze paintjob... Uiharu was wielding her mecha-machine gun with unwavering patriotic fuckrage which came from the divinity raining down upon her from the bottom of her heart... and from the bottom of her heart, Uiharu lets loose a war-cry of biblical proportions.

"千ㄩ匚Ҝ乇尺丂! 千ㄩ匚Ҝ乇尺丂! 千ㄩ匚Ҝ乇尺丂! 千ㄩ匚Ҝ乇尺丂! 千ㄩ匚Ҝ乇尺丂! 千ㄩ匚Ҝ乇尺丂! 千ㄩ匚Ҝ乇尺丂! 千ㄩ匚Ҝ乇尺丂! 千ㄩ匚Ҝ乇尺丂! 千ㄩ匚Ҝ乇尺丂! 千ㄩ匚Ҝ乇尺丂!"

That wasn't just the chant of Uiharu repeating the words "Fuckers" constantly but rather, she said it every time she murdered one of those filthy Skibidi Toilet pieces of shit... riding atop Lightning McQueen who tramples upon the Skibidi Toilets with his massive frame.

"Fuck you, I'm Lightning McQueen... time to rock the fuck out, Kachow!"

The doors of Lightning McQueen swung open as Shaq, Rindou, Ruiko, Stocking and Mika all climb aboard the legendary red racecar, Uiharu would stay up top... toting the mecha-machine gun which she had now retrofitted to shoot 30 bullets per second.

The sounds of the speaker on the back of Lightning McQueen play Move Bitch by Ludacris as Lightning sped through the endless fields of Skibidi Toilets, smashing them to pieces as Lightning McQueen expertly navigated the fields with timely precision and brutal jukes from the legendary red racecar who broke the ankles of an unfortunate Skibidi Toilet who was later shot dead by Uiharu who sat on top of Lightning McQueen after gluing a swivel seat to the top of Lightning McQueen like a PETA protestor would during a sports game...

Uiharu spared no mercy from atop Lightning McQueen, essentially turning him into a glorified tank with incredible speed and raw power as she swiveled from atop and began firing an unparalleled fuckrage of bullets upon the Skibidi Toilets who washed over them, trying to break into Lightning McQueen but failing to do so as Uiharu shot them all dead with perfect precision and accuracy.

As Uiharu unleashed a relentless barrage of fuck-bullets from her modified mecha-machine gun atop Lightning McQueen, the Skibidi Toilets that dared to approach were met with swift and deadly gunfire which smashed them to utter pieces of porcelain to be scattered across the entire world with fucked-up brutality. Lightning McQueen maneuvered with remarkable agility, dodging and weaving through the chaotic onslaught while Uiharu maintained a steady rain of gunfire upon their enemies with a seemingly endless supply of ammunition which had been collected from Antonio Brown...

Recommended Listening: Doukutsu (Cave) - Higurashi no Naku Koro ni/Higurashi When they Cry

Shaq spoke from the driver's seat as he looked at a piece of the toilet that he had ripped asunder, the porcelain seemed to have a small microchip which had been attached to the arteries of the Skibidi Toilet, it appeared to be that this microchip was what fused the head and neck areas of the Skibidi Toilet to the toilet bodies themselves or at least that is where Shaq had found the microchip at.

Lightning McQueen was speeding past the bullshit that came flying at him from all angles like a TOUHOU game and as soon as he broke away from the bullshitty crowd of Skibidi Toilets, he recieved a message from a mysterious messenger... this message was sent to Uiharu Kazari who stood at the top... she had taken a deep breath after narrowly escaping that fuckstorm alive alongside her comrades.

"Hey Uiharu, it seems this message is for you... let me send it to your phone" Lightning McQueen spoke, he had somehow managed to sync with Uiharu's phone through Bluetooth... Lightning McQueen's brain was essentially an AI with human emotions and feelings... and now he was able to send messages he recieved to Uiharu Kazari, this also meant that Uiharu could check if he was ever thinking about porn or girls.

"Are you the motherfucking guy they call Shaquille O'Neill... I'm sorry that I couldn't send this message because you don't have a functional phone... so hey, maybe if you pay the FUCKING phone bill you can recieve this message directly"

The message sent by LA Knight was initally intended for Shaq, but since Shaq didn't have a functional phone... the LA Knight was essentially relying on Lightning McQueen to relay his words... hoping that he wouldn't fuck it up.

"I'm here to come in contact with your group Shaq, cuz I found some nutty bullshit going on in New Orleans, looks like some bullshit going on and involving the manufacturing of Skibidi Toilets... motherfucking pieces of bull-fuck."

Uiharu rolled her eyes as she responded with a look of disgust on her face.

"Bitch, who the fuck are you? Shaq doesn't have a fucking phone... you're talking to Uiharu Kazari... now what the fuck do you want?"

Lightning McQueen had now hit the highways and was driving at a steady pace now that there wasn't any more Skibidi Bullshit to attack them, he continued to send the updated messages to Uiharu Kazari at the top.

"I'm the LA Knight, the fucker from the World Wrestling Entertainent... now listen because I need you to ask Shaq if he could do me a fucking favor and take care of that bullshit going on in New Orleans for fucks sake." The LA Knight messaged back to Uiharu with slight impatience.

Uiharu looked around before passing the phone to Shaq from the window which Lightning McQueen rolled up, "Here take this... this motherfucker wants your attention Shaq."

Shaq took the phone from Uiharu Kazari, his expression a mixture of curiosity and skepticism as he listened to the voice on the other end claiming to be the LA Knight of all people, what a pile of horse-shit.

"LA Knight, huh? What kind of nutty bullshit are you talking about? How the fuck do I know that you're the LA Knight you motherfucking piece of shit." Shaq's deep voice rumbled with a hint of impatience, his focus now squarely on the urgent matter at hand... they were calling directly now to make the scene more dramatic for no reason at all.

"Listen brotha, I've got my hands full here running from the Home Depot due to some Skibidi Toilets and other crazy shit than to take time dealing with whatever chicken-fucking, flim-flam bullshit that you're cooking up right now, Maggot and now you're telling me there's some manufacturing nonsense going down in New Orleans of all places!? Like fuck-hell I would listen to some bullshit like that." Shaq's skepticism was evident in his tone, unwilling to entertain any frivolous requests. "Get yo' crack-head ass into some rehab, I ain't got time for this bullshit."

From the penthouse in Jacksonville, the LA Knight let out a sigh of annoyance as he spoke into the phone with elfin fuckrage, "This ain't no chicken-fucking bullshit brother, I'm a simple man and all I want is to eradicate those fucking Skibidi Toilets which ruined the world, how else is a motherfucker like me supposed to rub one out tonight when I have to worry about whether I have a Skibidi Toilet burst into my fucking house or some shit..."

"Alright I'll trust your fucking ass for once, what the fuck do you want out of us... something about New Orleans?" Shaq spoke with raw skepticism into the phone... his eyes narrowing as he awaited a convincing response from the LA Knight. He wasn't one to take things at face value... especially when it came to matters as serious as this, this was probably just some shitty prank-call from some fucked-up kid somewhere in the country.

"Quit being a fucking Jabroni and listen... I've got another group of Survivors who are headed towards Atlanta, Florida to deal with some bullshit around some churches worshipping the Skibidi Toilet and since I discovered increasing Skibidi Toilet activity in New Orleans, I figured they might be manufacturing some pieces of shit in that fucking city... and I want YOU and YOUR group to see if there is some bullshit going on over there which I believe there is." The LA Knight spoke through the phone in the penthouse, his voice bellowing with a tone of raw annoyance, being the washed-up WWE Wrestler he was... he chugged a bottle of Jägermeister in one go.

Shaq sighed and spoke back to the LA Knight... he spoke with a loud tone over the sounds of the cruising speeds of Lightning McQueen, "Fine... but if you fucking ambush us or some dumb shit like that... I'll crawl to wherever you are and piss down your asshole and spit down your neck, are we clear motherfucker?"

The LA Knight chuckles at this colorful response at this malignant response by the Shaq, being the annoying fuckmeister that he was... "trust me jabroni, I ain't gonna ambush your asses but I can't guarantee your fucking safety because who the fuck knows what the fuck is going on in New Orleans... though I will give you some motherfucking weapons and let you meet the survivor group which I supervise if you motherfuckers are successful... though when that happens I don't know."

Shaq listened to the shitty chuckle from the other side of the phone, he could already imagine what this drunk-ass motherfucking piece of shit would be like... though he decided to agree only because he wanted to meet other survivors and shit like that, "Sure thing, but you better keep your fucking word eventually or I'll be disappointed in you... and I'll report back to you if we find any suspicious bullshit going on back there... are we clear, LA Knight?"

The LA Knight smirked from the penthouse computer lab as he took another swig of alcohol he found around the kitchen of the penthouse before continuing on his words of guidance to the group of Shaquille O'Neill, "Alright then Shaq-Kun, it shouldn't take you motherfuckers too long to arrive to the Big Easy with Lightning McQueen on your side... though I'd suggest that you motherfuckers get something to eat at some point... cuz I'd hate to fight those Skibidi Toilet fuckers with nothing but an empty stomach... now go on you American heroes, go and make America Proud you fucking baka Jabronis."

The Shaq chuckled from the other side as he motioned Lightning McQueen to take a turn towards New Orleans and he responded to the LA Knight, "Was that last shit really necessary kiddo? Usually the one who calls someone a baka is the BAKA."

With that shit out of the motherfucking way, Shaquille O'Neill looked back at the group and lets out a throaty chuckle as he spoke to the group with a new command now in his grasp, they were headed to New Orleans.

"Guess what fuckers, we're headed to New Orleans to get drunk at Bourbon Street, eat beignets and watch the New Orleans Saints... nah just kidding, we're headed to New Orleans to probably get the fuck murdered out of us and investigate any bullshit Skibidi Toilet activity going on there" Shaq spoke as he looked at everyone in the group in turn with the exception of Uiharu and Lightning McQueen who were technically outside of the car... especially Lightning McQueen because he WAS the car.

Rindou's face twisted into a scowl as she retorted sharply at Shaq's jest of utter bullshit... it was such bullshit that it became a shitload of fuck that was better off unsaid to the crazy son of a bitch named Rindou.

"You're a fucking bitch-ass... Shaq, You got my hopes up for nothing..." Rindou exclaimed, her tone laced with irritation. "I was ready to party and get plastered, hammered and fucked in New Orleans... not deal with more Skibidi Toilet bullshit... this better be worth it."

Ruiko let out a laugh at Rindou's reaction, finding the situation amusing despite the seriousness of their mission... after all, only Rindou was this unhinged when it came to this group... even this motherfucking user of r/wallstreetbets wasn't this unhinged.

"Come on, Rindou... We'll take care of those fuckmeisters and maybe we'll get hammered and piss-ass drunk in New Orleans at Bourbon Street" Ruiko reassured, trying to lighten the mood... though she just found Rindou's anger amusing.

Stocking chimed in, her expression unamused but amused simultaneously... she took a sip out of her tea and spoke up, "I've heard Bourbon street is disappointing as fuck, it's just a bunch of drunk assholes talking about bullshit and more bullshit, I'd say we merc the fuck out of whatever is going on in there and Get The Fuck Out."

Rindou shot a glare at Stocking Anarchy for DARING to bring that mere concept into existence by speaking it into existence, clearly not thrilled with the idea of skipping out on potential debauchery, sex and all sorts of food which would fill her stomach... so she retorted at Stocking with elfin fuckrage filled with her panties raging with hormones which caused her to get all horny.

"Speak for yourself, Stocking Anarchy... If we survive this Skibidi Toilet mess, I'm hitting Bourbon Street and getting my tight hole railed whether you like it or not, I ain't gonna miss out on a treat like that... fucker" Rindou retorted, her defiance clear in her tone as she looked at Stocking angrily.

"Suit yourself, Street-walker. Just don't get too wasted and end up making more trouble for us... I'd hate to drag your sorry-ass all the way back to Lightning McQueen because some motherfucker inevitably disappointed you by being a fucking minute-man in bed." Stocking remarked, her gaze turning serious for a moment before she returned to her relaxed demeanor and took another drink of her hot tea which she never seemed to spill and always seemed to have on her at all times.

Mika watched awkwardly as Rindou and Stocking were arguing as usual, they seemed to do this bullshit all the time and it was usually Mika who got them to stop fighting each other like fucking idiots... she spoke up awkwardly and timidly.

"Um, guys... maybe we should focus on the task at hand first before we rip each other apart... Dealing with these Skibidi Toilets again is our main objective and figuring out if they're being spawned or created or whatever bullshit those motherfuckers do and we need to make sure we're all prepared," Mika suggested, her voice carrying a hint of concern as she got between the two arguing girls again as usual.

Rindou and Stocking glanced at each other momentarily in elfin fuckrage, waiting for each other to back down before eventually... Rindou sighed as she spoke up from the stand-off between them.

"Fine, fine... Mika's right. Let's deal with this horse-shit first and then we can figure out our plans for New Orleans and have some fun and get drunk..." Rindou replied, her tone more subdued as she was disappointed... though also hoping that they could enjoy the damn place after they finished the fucking thing.

Stocking nodded in agreement at Rindou as she set her tea aside momentarily, "Agreed... though it doesn't change the fact that Bourbon street isn't a fucking shit-hole and that the fucking place will probably be ruined due to the bullshit going on in the world... with the Skibidi-Pocalypse and all..."

"To New Orleans, Lightning!"

Ruiko spoke up with a smirk as Lightning stepped on the gas and began to drive faster, speeding through the empty highways as the trees whizz by rapidly... he chuckled and spoke up, "No problem guys, we'll make New Orleans in about two hours... fuck yeah!"

Lightning McQueen had begun to hit his maximum speed as he drove off into the foggy distance of the highways, only parking so Uiharu could get back into the car when it began to drizzle lightly on their destination of New Orleans...

Chapter Text

1. Caleb Williams - Bears

2. Jayden Daniels - Commies

3. Drake Maye - Vikings (projected trade)

4. Marvin Harrison Jr- Cardinals

5. Joe Alt - Chargers

6. Malik Nabers- Giants

7. Olu Fashanu - Titans

8. J.J. McCarthy - Raiders (trade with Falcons)

9. Byron Murphy - Bear

10. Taliese Fuaga - Jets

11. Rome Odunze - Patriots (Trade with Vikings)

12. Quinyon Mitchell - Eagles (Trade with Broncos)

13. Terrion Arnold - Atlanta (trade with raiders)

14. JC Latham - Saints

15. Brock Bowers - Colts

16. Graham Barton - Seahawks

17. Brian Thomas Jr - Jaguars

18. Johnny Newton - Bengals

19. Dallas Turner - Rams

20. Troy Fautanu - Steelers

21. Jared Verse - Dolphins

22. Bo Nix - Broncos (trade with Eagles)

23. Michael Penix Jr - Patriot (trade with Vikings)

24. Amarius Mims - Cowboys

25. Cooper DeJean - Packers

26. Chop Robinson - Buccaneers

27. Jackson Powers-Johnson - Cardinals

28. Xavier Worthy - Bills

29. Nate Wiggins - Lions

30. Laiatu Latu - Ravens

31. Jordan Morgan - 49ers

32. Patrick Paul - Chiefs

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Chapter 21: The blasphemy of Joel Osteen, The Fuckmeister

Following the infernal cast that was the Skibidi-Pocalypse, various powerful church leaders shifted their teachings to worship the Skibidi Toilets instead of the teachings of the Bible... this was because they convinced themselves that the Skibidi Toilets were the real gods of the universe and essentially replaced all religion with the Skibidi Toilets.

The cities of Atlanta and Charleston were brought down to their knees as religious paranoia and hysteria swept the cities in the same way Covid-19 swept through America that one time .

Worse, a new group of minions joined these cultists in a bid to protect their Skibidi overlords, the motherfucking X-Nauts.

ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ

ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ  ️ ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ

ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ     👁      ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ

ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ  ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ  ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ  ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ

ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ  ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ  ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ  ΣΚΙΒΙΔΙ  ΣΚΙΒΙΔI

Recommended Listening: Steam Gardens - Super Mario Odyssey

Reimu arrived at a small weapon shop in the middle of nowhere... they were headed on collision course with the city of Atlanta, Georgia for some reason... mainly because of what the LA Knight deemed as cult activity and other types of satanic bullshit from the unholy filth of Atlanta and Charleston.

"Alright motherfuckers, get out of the fucking Jeep and hit the fucking shop, we loot this place and get the fuck out... I don't want to see no dick-tugging, smile for the camera bullshit."

Reimu spoke with a caustic tone as she stepped off the Jeep Wrangler she was driving and stepped foot on the hard gravel beneath her, they were located just past the outskirts of Atlanta, Georgia and currently preparing to get armed to utterly slay and murder the fuck out of those religious Skibidi Toilet Cultists... this was land of the free and the brave, none of this Skibidi Toilet Theocracy bullshit... fuck that noise.

The group swiftly exited the Jeep Wrangler, their movements mimicking the raw fuckrage coursing through their elfin fuck-bodies as they approached the small weapon shop with purpose and desire Reimu led the way, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger while the others followed closely behind... she spotted a Skibidi Toilet nearby and murdered the fuck out of it with the ferocity of 1000 suns before tossing the gnarled head across the barren wasteland and into a large lake of nuclear lava that happened to be nearby... burning the Skibidi Toilet head into pieces... melting the utter fuck out of it.

Reimu sauntered into the store with a brutish stride as she stomped across the shop, inside the shop, shelves lined with various firearms and equipment greeted them as if inviting these American Patriots to take arms and slay whatever bullshit dared to stand before them all... Reimu wasted no time, striding over to a rack of rifles and handguns.

"Grab what you can carry," Reimu directed oppressively, her voice low and urgent and also carrying the raw threat of death as she pointed T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ upon her comrades, "We're not here to window-shop and if I catch any of you motherfuckers lollygagging or fucking around... I'll have to sell your organs to the black market."

Mokou and Kaguya moved to the ammunition section, selecting boxes of bullets for the weapons they intended to use and they had found some RPGs (Rocket Propelled Goodies) and a couple of machine guns which were far better than their shitty muskets... Sanae.

Ruby and Dia Kurosawa were both scanning the shelves for all sorts of bullshit including candies and Pop Rocks... Ruby stuffed her pockets with candy and all sorts of sugary bullshit while Dia carried a pair of sniper rifles which she intended to use for fuck-slaying and the immaculate murder of all sorts of filthy and unholy pieces of shit.

Meanwhile, Reimu examined the handguns as a second option to T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷, checking each one meticulously before selecting a reliable semi-automatic pistol which was filled with the stars and stripes of America... it bled the Red, White and BLUE and it had some gnarly recoil which Reimu enjoyed... she would love nothing more than to murder the fuck out of Skibidi Toilets, Communists, Nazis, Fascists and Socialists with this weapon of choice... DEMOCRACY.

After a few intense minutes of staring at weapons and looting the fucking place, the group reconvened at the shop's entrance and each member was now armed to the teeth with guns, bullet-proof vests and all sorts of other bullshit that they were armed with.

"Time to rock the fuck out, time to steamroll these pieces of flim-flam bullshit and no-good tomfuckery!"

The Reimu roared with holy conviction as she unloaded all sorts of weapons and other types of bullshit onto the Jeep Wrangler before Reimu bellowed to her comrades below with divine fuckrage, yelling at them to get on the fucking Jeep.

"Move it you lazy turds! We've got a date with some cultist assholes and my colon wants to fucking blow if we don't head there right the fuck now!" Reimu barked, her voice cutting through the tension with a mix of adrenaline which was being created from her spastic colon. The others hustled to join her.

Sanae felt her nipples harden as she got ready to charge into foreign territory, she adjusted her black thong under her skirt which was a reminder of her former lifestyle and the only reason she still had it was because it was the only fucking undergarment she had and it was hell, though at least she had washed it in SpongeBob's penthouse the day prior.

Mokou and Kaguya took their positions in the back seats as usual and they secured their guns which were now ready to slay and kill, slay and kill... that was all they wanted to do... Mokou and Kaguya exchanged glances as they felt their hormones raging in their panties.

Sanae adjusted her bulletproof vest and climbed into the passengers seat, riding shotgun and humming out the tetris theme as she loaded up her weapons, Sanae had plucked out a massive and heavy .50 cal pistol which was meant for killing and splitting heads asunder with elfin fuckrage.

"Alright, time to slay some Skibidi Toilet butts, though I could probably use a helping hand from one of you mongrels and lastly... we need to rock the fuck out" Sanae spoke as her nipples reached an even higher plane of hardening... Sanae could feel her big milkers getting ready for combat, bloodshed and spiritual healing.

"I can feel the star-spangled energy flowing through your breasts Sanae, that's how I know that you are a true American... and trust me, we will fuck over some counterfeit fucking fuckers with all sorts of fuck we can fuck out" chuckled Kaguya as she had begun to stroke the barrel of her machine gun in the same way one would stroke a dick... it was oddly stimulating to stroke the pump-action machine gun.

Mokou picked her nose before flinging the booger across the street from outside the window, she then snarled in disgust as she shot at a nearby Skibidi toilet from out the window.

"Piece O' Fuckin' shit... damn you an ugly little bitch! Just did yo' ass a fuckin' favor" Mokou spoke as she had unleashed her elfin fuckfire upon the now dead Skibidi Toilet fucker.

"Gawd-damn Mokou, chill out..." Dia spoke with concern at the anger-issues of Fujiwara No Mokou... but Mokou was filled with the rage of someone who grew up in the ghettos of LA...

"Shut the fuck up ya' little idol bitch... I'll always be filled with elfin fuckrage, cuz thats what happens when you have to run from da' fucking pigs every gawd-damn day... fuck those pigs... fucking krispy kreme eating motherfuckers."

Dia Kurosawa watched the profound and deeply-rooted source of the fuckrage of Fujiwara No Mokou who pulled out another candy cigarette and passed one to Ruby Kurosawa, she chuckled.

"Want a candy cig? Trust me, it doesn't have any of that nico-nico-nicotine bullshit or any of that stupid shit they put in those motherfucking things... this is just candy powder, think of those fucking pucker powder things."

Ruby took the strawberry flavored candy cigarette and smoked it all eagerly, Dia thought the candy was repulsive as fuck in concept so she glared at Mokou with a stare that could melt steel.

"No more candy cigarettes, Mokou... I don't want Ruby picking up a fucking smoking habit" Dia warned Mokou as she cracked her fists, Mokou just gave a smug grin.

"Yeah yeah... I undestand, it's just candy powder... big deal" Chuckled the Mokou, she didn't give a rats ass about the warnings of Dia Kurosawa.

As the Jeep barreled down the road towards Atlanta, Georgia... tensions and adrenaline ran high among Reimu and her comrades as they could feel their buttery loins pulsate throughout their warrior-esque bodies... Sanae's intensive preparation and Kaguya's oddly intimate handling of her weapon set the tone for the upcoming battle... Sanae swore that she could feel her boobs get harder and stronger for this upcoming battle and Mokou's impulsive reaction to the Skibidi Toilet outside the window highlighted her unhinged nature which bordered on lunacy and degenerative fuckrage which caused her to want and murder whatever the fuck was coming her way... such was the way of the New England Patriots.

Reimu kept her focus on the road to Atlanta, her expression softened as the car went from shitty gravel to paved highways as she barreled down the highways towards Atlanta, Georgia... "Stay sharp, Patriots. We're not there yet... but soon we will be getting wrapped up in dirty shit." she reminded them with a voice that would fit an asshole... she chewed on some gum and pulled our her pistol... Reimu blew a bubble with her pink WRIGLEY gum which she had looted from the store only a couple of minutes ago.

Kaguya thought about pancakes for the time being, her head being absolutely empty and filled with nothing but utter bullshit and nothingness which was so nothing that there was nothing within the nothing... it was nothing nothing nothing because of the sheer boredom that Kaguya experienced as she waited for the fuck-slaying to happen and the anticipation was causing hormones to rage in her panties rapidly and causing her to get horny very quickly and very fast... she thought about pancakes and husbandos.

Sanae was adjusting her bra to accomodate for her hardening bust and now she was armed to the teeth with her .50 cal pistol which was blazing with American patriotism,The Sanae glanced over at Mokou with a raised eyebrow after observing the raw fuckrage of Mokou. "Easy there, Mokou... relax and take a deep breath and have some of that rage for the real enemies, those fucking cultists" she advised, her tone calm yet trying to desperately hold in the fact that she was horny like Kaguya Houraisan and even then, it was hard to keep it all in at times... her body just reacts like that when she thinks about slaying Skibidi Toilets and anything that didn't fit the worldview of Reimu Hakurei and The New England Patriots.

Kaguya smirked cruelly, her fingers tapping idly on her machine gun which she had just stroked and jerked-off only minutes prior to this moment, "Let's show these fuckers what happens when they mess with Americans, USA! USA! USA!" she declared with a devilish grin of raw patriotic driven fuck-fury.

Mokou simmered down from the eternal fuckrage which boiled within her soul... though only slightly did she simmer down, let out a low growl and snarled at Sanae Kochiya and Dia Kurosawa. "Yeah, yeah... just wait til we get our hands on those Skibidi assholes... I'm gonna rip a hole in their ass so large, it's gonna be larger than the black holes in Stephen Hawkings black hole theory!" she snarled loudly, her eyes twitching rapidly with unhinged madness as the Jeep continued its journey towards the heart of Atlanta, Georgia...

The endless expanse of green zoomed past the windows as Sanae Kochiya looked on from the window, she would've been bored had there not've been the looming threat of slaying Skibidi Toilets ahead of them...

As Sanae gazed out of the window from the Jeep Wrangler, the landscape unfolded before her in a vast tableau of verdant hues of green, green and more green... a bloody canvas of nothing but greens that stretched endlessly beneath the open sky of endless blue with only fluffy cotton balls floating above them all, looking down upon the group with their haught grey forms which threatened to piss down upon them with their rain because every second of this fanfiction should have rain in it. The countryside unfurled like a lush carpet, each blade of grass and cluster of trees a testament to nature's intricate artistry and how cruel nature could be as Reimu didn't give a fuck and trampled the fucking grass every now and then with no remorse, they're just pieces of grass after all... pieces of grass that are planted in nutrient-sufficient soil which were given sufficient water, sun and carbon dioxide to give them their healthy green colors... they serve as food for all of the cows who forage upon the green grasses which are soon digested through the esophagus and through the four compartments of the stomach of the cow which pass through the small and large intestines and therefore... IT'S BULLSHIT!

"Man fuck this shit, fuck it to hell... fuck it to oblivion and fuck it to the fucking moon, why the fuck did this bullshit with the Skibidi Toilets happen? Why can't I just enjoy this fucking grass instead of envisioning how it's all going to be BULLSHIT some day?"

The road tears through this bucolic paradise and served as a symbol of how corporatism ruined the beauty of nature if you were pretentious like Kaguya Houraisan had envisioned when she saw this scene.

tThe road flanked by swaying fields of emerald grass that rippled like waves in a gentle breeze and it was a sight to behold for these assholes who only saw the cold and unfeeling reality of the concrete jungles they lived upon... tufts of wildflowers added an array of color which provides for a great look at the sheer beauty of the scene before them... it looked like some sort of Van Gogh painting with their petals a vibrant palette of purples, yellows, and whites which provide contrast to the endless dullness of the unending green which surrounded them with its omnipresence.

Clusters of trees filled the landscape which provided them a mysterious forrest which they didn't know what to think of... the green and beautiful scene was honestly beautiful but boring as fuck, Sanae wanted to slay toilets... none of this pretentious bullshit.

Kaguya was feeling pretentious and her Reddit brain was acting up again and perhaps she felt like letting out her thoughts which were twisted by years of Reddit and TikTok melting her brain and turning it into mush... she mused aloud, "Ah, the irony of corporatism defiling the beauty of nature. This landscape, once untouched and pure, now marred by the imprint of man's unrelenting progress because of some rich fucks or politicians."

Reimu rolled her eyes at this petulant scene of Reddit-brained nonsense which angered her tits to no end, "Cut the poetic bullshit, Kaguya... I don't want to hear you whining about capitalism or whatever bullshit you got from some shitty bot-infested subreddit we've got Skibidi Toilets to deal with, not existential musings about nature and progress so shut the fuck up before I shove .T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ right up your ass and cause you to bleed from your ass for a week, are we clear."

Kaguya shut up immediately at the wild threat of Reimu Hakurei who threatened to shove T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ right up her poop shoot, it was a horrifying and harrowing scenario which would leave her crippled for life and Reimu didn't seem to give a shit, blackmailing and threanening was her M.O.

Reimu took a deep breath as she continues driving through the endless expanse of the endless green fields, it was beautiful but also highly boring to these motherfuckers... though Ruby and Dia seemed to be enjoying the countryside far more than the others were... perhaps it was because those two could see the true beauty of the Earth... unlike the other fuckwits.

Mokou was quietly observing the grassy fields with raw boredom let out a snort and a snarky chuckle which only a bitch could perform "Yeah... I'd rather take a concrete jungle over this green happy bullshit any day... I fucking hate anything that is happy and fluffy, fuck that happy optimistic shit."

"Aww come on Mokou, happiness is good for you... it's not healthy to be sad or angry all day" Dia spoke optimistically, it pissed Mokou off and sent her into an elfin fuckrage as she barked back.

"Nah fuck that shit, I'm a simple woman... I experience crazy shit, I become crazy shit" Mokou snarled as she shoved some food down her throat, she was not in the best mood but that was par for the course with Fujiwara No FuckFace... it was very much the type of mofo she was.

Ruby saw the raw tension and archaic fuckfury between Fujiwara No Mokou and Dia Kurosawa which was brewing somewhere in the world and decided to interject with her soft voice and comedically nervous demeanor, she looked at Mokou with her cute puppy-dog eyes which could melt even the heart of Fujiwara No Mokou... but not everyone.

"Mokou, I get it... sometimes the happiness and fluffiness can be annoying and superficial, sometimes it feels like its mocking us" Ruby said, her voice nervous and awkward enough to generate laughter from the insensitive "But maybe there's a way to appreciate the beauty of this place without feeling like it's all fluffy and happy bullshit... just take a deep breath please and chillax partner?"

"Aww, how can I resist this cute little face... kehehe, you really are a cute son-of-a-bitch" Mokou teased, wiggling Ruby's cheeks and patting her head lightly enough to caress a fucking bubble, this move prompted a gentle reminder from Dia Kuroswa about Ruby's preferences and how she normally hated headpats and yet despite the hardened and stone-cold heart of Fujiwara No Mokou, Ruby understood her... crazy shit.

Dia glanced at the eternal fuckscene between Mokou and Ruby and offered them a small smile of victory and satisfaction "See, Mokou? There's beauty in finding different perspectives and not getting angry at every little fucking thing like normal" she remarked, her voice warm and encouraging as she hugged Mokou and Ruby Kurosawa simulataneously in a moment of fluff and bullshit.

Reimu was watching the fluffy bullshit happen from her mirror and chuckled softly, being the annoyingly overweening piece of hardcore fuckrage she was... "Alright, save the make-out section for later you fucking lesbians... we got some ass-wipes to deal with because look at that shit up ahead"

Reimu pointed up ahead as the necronic, industrialized fuckscape of Atlanta, Georgia loomed in the distance with elfin fuckrage and totalic ferocity... it threatened to turn them all into sexual tyrannosaurs and mold little boys into Siberian fucking tigers... such was the astronomical fuck-tastic skyline of Atlanta, Georgia...

Sanae had once heard in live that it was better to die a small boy than to fumble the fucking football, she also heard that it was better to die a small boy than to motherfucking die in the city of Atlanta, Georgia...

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The raw metallic fuckscape of Atlanta, Georgia peered into the distance of Reimu's crew, looming before them and beckoning at them like a giant monolith created out of robotic parts, motorcycles, bullshit and human skulls... this giant monolithic city of raw fuckfury and tumultuous symphonic choir of Skibidi Toilets would dare to stand before these motherfucking pieces of shit.

As the Jeep Wrangler approached the outskirts of Atlanta, Georgia... the blood red skies highlighted the skyline which rose up like a twisted middle finger which was fucking the sky, defiantly flipping off anyone who dared to challenge its authority and telling everyone to get the fuck out of this piece of shit... or be suckered into the cults that ran this place... The city sprawled out in all directions with some buildings toppled over and human bodies stuck to the ground like hot pieces of shit during a hot summer day.

"Gawd fuckin' damn, this place looks like shit... what the fuck happened here?" Sanae spoke with raw elfin disgust as they approached the nightmarish city which had now become an industrialized hellscape of blazing heat, eternal fuckery and metallic bullshit.

The sheer tomfuckery of the city of Atlanta, Georgia assaulted their senses and instantly sparked them to feel hormones raging in their panties as the sheer undeniable fuckery that took place before them was overwhelming and majestic, it was so incredibly majestic that it was horrific and terrifyingly awful... a true piece of archaic fuckwraithic bullshit.

"Fuck this place, I'm out of this bionic fuckscape" Spoke Kaguya as she stroked her machine-gun nervously, giving it a full-on handjob which signified the raw anxiety which pulsated through her veins and arteries... spreading through her airway and systemic circulatory system and essentially spreading her anxiety across her entire body...

Mokou chuckled looked at Kaguya with a smirk as she patted her on the back rudely, "Aww come on... don't be a pussy Kaguya, what's the worst that can happen? Listen to a bunch of shitty church music?"

"Shut the fuck up, Mokou! You think I'm scared, I'm gonna fuck these fuckers up bruh... you overly spicy chicken nugget!" Kaguya retorted sharply, her tone laced with tumultuous fuckrage which came from the bottom of the heart. "I'm not scared, I just... I'm ready for whatever bullshit we're about to face here in Atlanta, Georgia..."

Reimu rolled her eyes and looked at her more trusted comrades in Sanae, she nodded in approval as they exchanged fistbumps shaped from the righteous fuckrage of America, their divinity shining through their exasperated fuck-heads.

"Ready to slay these fucks, Sanae?" Snarled Reimu, her chest beating with excitement at the prospect of slaying more Skibidi Toilets and anyone who associated with Skibidi Toilets... Sanae's nipples meanwhile hardened in excitable fuck-fury.

Sanae returned Reimu's nod with a raw and gnarly fist-pump... showing off what was actually very little muscle because Anime and with her own enthusiasm matching Reimu's fiery resolve... she let out a loud and petulant guffaw which matched her raw insanity which courses through her veins... the exchange of fist bumps symbolized their shared commitment to slaying and rocking the fuck out.

"You bet your ass, Reimu... I'm always down to slay some Skibidi toilets and the chuds who worship them... then I'll use their blood to water the gardens and forests of America, fuck yeah!" Sanae replied as she eagerly stroked her weapon and brandished it menacingly, thinking about all the gruesome ways she could kill a Skibidi Toilet and use their blood too! Fucking violent son of a bitch named Sanae would think of how to perform this bombastic scenario of apoplectic fuckrage.

The prospect of confronting the Skibidi Toilet cultists and murdering the fuck out of them and helping out the United States of America fueled her resolve of death... motivated naught for good but merely to spite the Skibidi Toilets... her nipples hardened in excitable fury as Reimu's words stoked the fires of her horniness and providing her a dream scenario of slaying the fuck out of Skibidi Toilets and their fucking supporters.

The Jeep Wrangler came to a wicked halt at the edge of the city's outskirts... parking somewhere deep into the forest and they slowly got off... Dia stroked Ruby's hair to calm her down for their next mission, the slaying of the Skibidi Toilet Cultists of Atlanta, Georgia and Charlston, South Carolina...

Dia gently stroked Ruby's hair soothingly, offering a reassuring touch to the younger sister as they prepared for the trek across the great elfin fuckwraith known as Atlanta, Georgia... Ruby who was timid and nervous as fuck looked up at Dia with a mixture of anxiety and adoration for her big sister, the Dia Kurosawa.

"Thanks, Dia... I'm just a bit nervous about this place... looks really sketchy and I have a bad feeling..." Ruby admitted softly as she saw Atlanta from a distance and its ruinous skyline which was forged with the red skies and tall Skyscrapers which were wrought from the Skyscraper boom which had taken place prior to the Skibidi-Pocalypse... "This place is giving me the gawd-damn willies... just what the fuck is going on here?"

Dia smiled warmly at the timid and trembling form of Ruby Kurosawa and gave her some words of encouragement to soothe her from having her fucking head explode, "It's okay to feel nervous, Ruby... but we're all in this bullshittery together and fighting to our last breaths until we all fucking die together... but we ain't dying tonight, least I sure hope we ain't" she reassured Ruby Kurosawa softly, her words filled with genuine encouragement and the kindness of an older sister who genuinely cares for the little sister... "Just stick close to me and don't stray far from the group... we're all taking care of each other and watching each other's backs..."

Ruby nodded as she felt her nerves calm down at the soothing words of Dia Kurosawa, her older sister who had always seemed to protect her throughout these years, she was happy to hear Dia's kind words, "Y-Yes sis... thanks for protecting me..."

Dia felt her maternal instincts kick in even though she wasn't a mother, such was the raw fucklove that she possessed for Ruby Kurosawa... she would fucking break every bone in her body to protect Ruby Kurosawa.

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"Hello, hello? Uh, this is the Knight speaking... welcome to Neo Atlanta, Georgia... one of the most fucked-up cities in the American South" LA Knight spoke through the PARA-RAID device which came straight out of [86].

"Neo Atlanta, huh? Sounds like we're in for a wild ride... what kind of fucking idiot renamed the city to Neo-Atlanta?" Reimu remarked with the utmost disgust at this pathetic and utterly insane name which sounded like it was coined by a delusional and schizophrenic child.

Sanae adjusted the grip on her weapon and scanned the surrounding fuckscene as they make it into the elfin fuckcity, human bodies stacked like scattered Jenga pieces or tossed away like the flags of an NFL referee, "Any updates on the Skibidi Toilet cultists or the weird religious activity? Who the fuck would worship those fucking things?" she inquired, her voice laced with ionic fuckery.

"Yeah, this place looks like it's seen some shit, ha... it's somehow shittier than the fucking ghettos" Mokou chuckled heartily as she saw the fuckscape,now that she was armed to the teeth... she was eager to have fun slaying the fuck out of filthy Skibidi Toilets and their filthier fucking supporters because she was a trigger-happy, insane, violent and unhinged piece of fucking shit who was now free to rock the fuck out to her wildest fucking desires, such was the state of anarchistic turmoil that the United States of America and the Earth as a WHOLE experienced...

Kaguya checked her equipment quickly... her expression serious and conveying a severe example of fuckfocus, "Let's not our fucking waste time because if those cultists are pulling some Skibidi Toilet bullshit here, it's gonna get fucking ugly quick... and the last thing I want to do is go sweating in this fucking dress!"

"Yeah, why the fuck did you change out of your GameStop hoodie? Are you fucking stupid?" Reimu asked with a response of the assholish variety, she always wondered why Kaguya abandoned her Gamestop hoodie because while it was weird as fuck, it was definitely better than wearing a fucking dress... let alone the fact that Kaguya had a bullet proof vest smuggled underneath all that shit... it must've been heavy as fuck.

"The fucking thing got ripped apart by Mr. Krabs, he was a fucking perverted bitch who wanted to take a peek at my royal ass, but I didn't let that bitch have it" Kaguya spoke with annoyance as she recalled the fight against SpongeBob and his minions of Jacksonville.

"Fair enough, knew that fuck was a pervert" Reimu conceded with a smirk and looked at Kaguya smugly, "But next time, let's find you something more practical than that royal dress... we've got a city which needs to be cleansed of Skibidi Toilet supporters and I don't need you tripping over that gown in the middle of a firefight... for fucks sake."

Kaguya chuckled as she looked at Reimu with a shit-eating grin which fucking pissed the Reimu off, but didn't send her into a frenzy this time, "Yeah yeah... trust me, I won't fucking die by tripping over my fucking dress because... I'M FUCKING INVINCIBLE."

Dia adjusted her gear and flexed her buttcheeks as she imagined herself slaying the Skibidi Toilet Cultists and protecting her lovely little sister, Ruby who was busy tying her shoes with elfin ferocity and tumultuous fuckrage that boiled through her underpants with elfin fuck-rocity.

Ruby listened attentively to the petulant arrogance of Kaguya Houraisan, her nerves settling as she found comfort in the warm arms of her protective sister and all of her comrades who will swear to have her back, even when shit gets shittier... "Let's stick together boys, as a united front... we can't lose to these bums! We're the New England Patriots... they're Skibid Toilet worshipping fuckwraiths!"

Reimu felt her loins pulsing as she thought about the potential dangers of risking her thick thighs and loins to the war against the Skibidi Toilet cultists, but she was wraught with fuckrage and divine clarity as she stroked her loins eagerly at the prospect of spilling traitor blood across the floor in a graphic depiction of elfin fuck-rocity.

Reimu stood before the WALL of Atlanta, Georgia which stood at over 500 feet tall and loomed before them imposingly, as if mocking their tiny presence before it... the massive monolith was engraved with the following words... this elfonic piece of fiery fuckfarts taunted them with its sheer height, a testament to the haughty fervor of Joel Osteen... the fuckmeister of Atlanta, Georgia.

"Church of Skibidi Toilet, led by Neo Fuckmeister - Joel Osteen"

"Ain't no fucking way, what's that motherfucking son-of-a-bitch Joel Osteen doing here worshipping the Skibidi Toilet?!" Mokou blathered out bombastically as her loins pulsed with the blood of an American Patriot.

Reimu's eyes narrowed as she read the inscription, her lips curling into a snarl of contempt. "Joel Osteen, you fucking sellout... fuckin' bitch" she growled, her voice dripping with disdain. "Using religion to peddle your butter churnin' bullshit and worshiping those goddamn Skibidi Toilets? You're a disgrace to humanity... I'm gonna fill your ass full of lead..."

Sanae clenched her fists, her nostrils flaring with fury as she strapped her moon boots to her feet, "This ends now, time to rock the fuck out and slay the fuck out" she declared, her voice trembling with rage. "We're gonna tear down this wall and bring that bastard to justice."

Kaguya cracked her knuckles, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she thrusted her hips to the sounds of America burning through her skull, "I've been itching for a fuck-slaying" she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation and fuck-rocity "Let's show these cultist fucks what happens when they mess with the wrong people... Americans, USA USA USA!"

Just then, the Reimu roared in sexual pleasure and sardonic fuckrage as she swung her blazing candlestick at the impenetrable wall of Joel Osteen, it stood before them like the walls of JERICHO and as the trumpets of the Earth bellowed, Reimu watched as six-quadrillion fucktons of wall collapsed before her, the wall collapsed harder than the Philadelphia Eagles 2023 Season.

"Gawd fucking damn, what the fuck are you doing now you crazy-ass motherfuckers?" The LA Knight spoke as he watched back from the Penthouse which once belonged to SpongeBob, he watched the walls of Atlanta, Georgia collapse like the walls of Jericho did in the Bible.

"Damn, you crazy-ass motherfuckers, what the fuck just happened over there?" the LA Knight exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "I thought you were here to clean up this mess, not level the entire damn city... how the fuck did that shitty-ass candlestick level that motherfucking monolith anyways?"

Reimu smirked triumphantly amidst the rubble and bodies of the pieces of shit who worshipped the Skibidi Toilets, her eyes blazing with unprecedented blood-lust "We're just getting started with the cleanse" she declared, her voice echoing with petulant defiance. "Time to cleanse this place of Skibidi Toilet filth once and for all, both human and toilets! One less toilet-worshipping fucker is always better!"

The fuckwraiths encased within the walls of Atlanta roared at them with raw and unadulturated fuckrage as they observed the New England Patriots with hate and ferverous fucklust, some of these gigantic pieces of fuck have been taking part in a mass orgy and sex-rave, the fuckscreaming and blazing dance music was swathed across the land with fuck-tastic fuck-rocity which blew eardrums, it was a fucking monster mash! A fucking RAVE!

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The fuckscreams of the fuckwraiths in Atlanta roared across the fuckscape of the fucked-up city, their once eager orgy from hell having been interrupted by a group of American Patriots, various small fucks with red suits, goggles and scarves watched in horror as they dropped their hellspears and called for reinforcements and out of the fucking skies, a dimensional rift opens up as three Communist Rex's/ C-Rex's walked out of the portals, their colossal size gave Reimu feelings of depression and elfonic fuck-rage which stirred in her panties, making her horny, depressed and fuck-raged.

"What in the bloody fuck is that?!" Dia screamed in trepidation at the size of these three T-Rex's summoned by the weird figures as the streets of Atlanta turned into a dance rave of epic proportions... almost every citizen was fucking and involved in this unprecedented and obscene orgy from hell.

"L-Lord Grodus, we have a dire need... these motherfucking motherfuckers have breached the Wall of Lord Osteen-Sama, w-what the fuck do we do?" A pathetic underling spoke as the war erupted from afar, they were located at the top of the newly created Lakewood Church which served as the headquarters of the Atlanta government lead by Joel Osteen who was known as the Fuckmeister due to his promiscuous and flamboyant lifestyle.

"That is enough, X-Naut... now die"

Grodus closed his eyes as he pulled out a rifle out of Gandhi's ass and chanted some unknown gibberish because in every anime, one must dare to say the name of their attack because reasons.

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Lord Grodus performed his most notable execution technique which he had learned from the inhabitants of the lunar capital, he had stuck the gun right through the asshole of the X-Naut and murdered the fuck out of it, holding the pathetic X-naut in his clutches as its lifeless body flails around and clings to life, before dying before his hands... he cackled like the petulant, childish and sociopathic piece of shit that he was.

The minions of Grodus stood before them, gyrating their hips and performing all sorts of gang-signs to their supreme wizard overlord who bowed to nobody but lord Joel Osteen himself... Grodus stood in his throne with amusement as he watched this ancient sex-dance which stimulated his cock to overdrive, his loins pulse with pleasure as he thought about that one time he jacked off to Frieren porn while listening to Skrillex - Bangarang.

Far from the colossal church of Lakewood, Reimu was plundering Skibidi Toilet skulls asunder with T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ as she relished the screams of the slain Skibidi Toilets and X-Nauts, their blood and viscera spilling all over her large tits and impossibly sexy body, a laugh was let loose as she spilt their blood across the techno-colored dance roads of Atlanta, Georgia.

Sanae relished the roar of her weapon as she skullfucked a group of X-Nauts with her blazioning elfin fuckweapon, thrusting her weapon into the skulls of the X-nauts and slicing through their chicken necks before tearing them apart and asunder with elfin brutality and determined fuckery.

Kaguya and Mokou were firing with elfin brutality upon the group of X-Nauts as they shot upon them with elfin fuckfury, murdering the fuck out of those petulant fuckheads with their machine guns, executing them in the style of a firing squad as they screamed and begged for mercy to no avail, no escaping these motherfuckers.

"Fuck Yeah! This shit is awesome, best fucking i've ever had!" Mokou spoke eagerly as she relished in the deaths of the X-nauts which stood before her, the streets of Atlanta now wrought with flame pillars made out of fuckfire and gravy.

Kaguya, her eyes alight with a wild glimmer, cackled maniacally as she continued to unleash a storm of bullets upon the hapless X-Nauts with divine rage... Her machine gun rattled with fuck-fury, spitting death in every direction as she reveled in the chaos and carnage which splatters across the streets of Atlanta, Georgia.

"Damn right, Mokou! This is the fucking rush I've been craving!" Kaguya shouted over the cacophony of gunfire, her voice brimming with adrenaline-fueled exhilaration. "Let's turn this place into a goddamn fireworks show of fuckery! EAT SHIT MOTHERFUCKERS!"

With unyielding ferocity, Kaguya swept her weapon back and forth, her trigger finger a blur as she mowed down X-Nauts with ruthless precision... Bodies fell in her wake, the air thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the screams of the dying which soothed their souls through and through, it was a massacre!

The fearsome duo of Kaguya and Mokou fought side by side with a shared madness, their laughter mingling with the roar of gunfire as they carved a path of destruction through the Skibidi Toilet cultists and their X-Naut minions, their former rivalry now being shared together with the sheer fuckery of murdering the fuck out of whoever dared to stand in their way. In the heart of Atlanta and amidst the fuck-fire flames and chaos, they embodied a relentless force of nature as they fucked the X-nauts who dared to ally themselves with the Skibidi Toilets, play stupid games and win stupid prizes motherfuckers.

Reimu was dancing to the heavy beats of dubstep as she sidestepped the thrust of an X-Naut hellspear and with a single blow, she tore into the head of the X-naut with T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ and threw their gnarled heads into the fourth dimension with deadly intent.

Reimu's movements were a deadly dance of destruction, her body swaying to the rhythm of the chaotic battlefield as she seamlessly combined the art of dancing with fighting and with each step, she dodged and weaved around the X-Naut's hellspear through her ferocious dancing, her movements fluid and precise but also flamboyant as fuck... as the X-Naut lunged forward, Reimu seized the moment with divine speed and incredible counter-attacking.

In a swift motion, Reimu swung T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ towards the X-Naut's head, the weapon gleaming with otherworldly power as the skull-splitter nature of the weapon struck true, tearing through bone and sinew with unstoppable force and fuckrage, the X-Naut's head was severed from its body, propelled by Reimu's brutal strike of fuckfury.

With a flick of her wrist, Reimu hurled the gnarled head into the unknown fourth dimension, sending it hurtling into the fourth dimension with incredible fuckrage. The battlefield echoed with the sounds of chaos and dubstep, Reimu's movements a symphony of violence as she unleashed her wrath upon the Skibidi Toilet cultists and their minions of X-Nauts which dared to support them.

Reimu roared in excitable fuckfury as she pointed at her ass with quintessential fuckrage, "Fuck yeah, kiss my Gensokyo-born behind you fucking fuckers!"

But while Reimu was petulantly taunting her enemies, Sanae looked up at the three Communosaurus Rexes... three large dinosaurs which had been spawned by the X-Nauts which had red skin and the USSR Logo imbedded on their sides.

Sanae's eyes widened in horror as she beheld the towering figures of the Communosaurus Rexes, their massive frames casting ominous shadows across the battlefield and blocking out the sun. The red-skinned dinosaurs with the USSR logo emblazoned on their sides were a formidable sight of fear and terror, a testament to the X-Nauts' twisted experimentation and the blatant alignment of the Skibidi Toilets... those fucking fuckers.

"Reimu, watch out!" Sanae shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos of battle and the sheer fuckrage going on. She gestured towards the approaching Communosaurus Rexes, her expression filled with urgency and horror at the size of these fucking creatures.

Reimu turned to see the looming figures of the dinosaurs, her bravado momentarily replaced by a calculating glare of intensing fuckfocus. "Well, well, well... looks like we've got some commie lizards to deal with, what the fuck is going on here" she muttered with a smirk.

Kaguya and Mokou paused their relentless assault on the X-Nauts, their attention now drawn to the colossal creatures of elfin fucksaurs "Let's fry these oversized bastards!" Kaguya declared with a maniacal grin.

Mokou cracked her knuckles, her eyes gleaming with anticipation at slaying these oversized lizards. "Time to show these Communosaurus Rexes what happens when they mess with Americans!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement as her hips thrusted wildly.

With grim determination, Reimu readied T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷, her grip tight on the weapon. "Let's give these commies a taste of freedom!" she declared, her eyes burning with fiery resolve.

Dia noticed Ruby's fear as the massive Communosaurus Rexes approached the group, their intimidating presence casting a shadow over the chaotic battlefield and without any hesitation, Dia moved swiftly to Ruby's side and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder to calm Ruby down from the sight of those fucking things.

"It's okay, Ruby. Stay close to me and don't fucking run or they'll pick your ass off" Dia said towards her sister Ruby, her eyes filled with determination at protecting her sweet little siter, "We'll get through this together."

Ruby looked up at Dia, her expression a mix of fear and gratitude... but mostly just fear "But Dia, those things are huge... and they look really scary and ugly... like they'll tear us apart..." Ruby replied, her voice trembling slightly as the dinosaurs were being attacked by the group.

Dia smiled reassuringly, trying to project confidence despite the chaos around them which threatened to engulf their souls, "I know they look scary, but we have Reimu, Sanae, Kaguya, and Mokou with us... we're not alone in this," Dia explained, glancing over at their comrades who were preparing to confront the Communosaurus Rexes.

"We'll support them from here, we can't be pussies forever... Ruby" Dia continued as she looked at Ruby with a serious look in her eyes, "Just stay close to me, and remember, we can do this. Trust in yourself, Ruby... BELIEVE IN YOURSELF FOR FUCKS SAKE!"

Ruby nodded, finding comfort in Dia's words and the overwhelming presence of her sister, "Okay Dia... I trust you, we mustn't be pussies forever or we will fucking die..." she replied, her voice steadier now.

Dia gave Ruby a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before turning her attention back to the chaotic fuckbattle with determination in her eyes, she readied her weapon and was ready to assist Reimu and the others in taking down the formidable foes which had dared to stand before them, fucking pieces of shit and together, they would face the challenge with courage, unity and the power of FRIENDSHIP... relying on their strength and teamwork to overcome the unexpected threat posed by the Communosaurus Rexes.

"How dare you stand in my way you pieces of fuck! Do you know who I am, I'm Reimu Hakurei and it's time to rock the fuck out!" Reimu bellowed as she split her belt asunder and pulled out T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷ and with elfin fuckrage, she leapt at the communosaurus assailant, threatening to murder the fuck out of it!

Reimu's words echoed with fiery determination as she charged toward the towering Communosaurus Rex, her weapon known best as T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷ gleaming with deadly intent and blazioning fuck-flames and with each step, her resolve grew stronger to rock the fuck out... fueled by her fierce determination to protect her comrades and defeat the monstrous threat before them, fucking pieces of shit.

As Reimu closed the distance, the Communosaurus Rex let out a deafening roar as its massive jaws snapping in anticipation of the impending clash... but Reimu was undeterred, her eyes blazing with fuckrage as she swung her weapon with unparalleled skill and precision which rivaled the gods.

The force of Reimu's blow struck true, slamming into the Communosaurus Rex with devastating force as the raw fuck-beast recoiled from the impact, roaring in pain and fury as it stumbled backward at the attack of the Reimu and Reimu was relentless, pressing her attack with relentless fury and fuck-rage as she threatened to kill this motherfucker DEAD.

With each strike, Reimu unleashed a barrage of blows upon the Communosaurus Rex, her movements a blur of speed and power as she danced around the beast's attacks with a taunting display of disrespect, striking with pinpoint accuracy as she sought to bring the monstrous creature of communism to its knees before The Reimu Hakurei.

Despite the ferocious fuck-size of this motherfucking dinousaur, Reimu leapt onto its large neck and with one final, mighty blow did she delivered the decisive strike, her weapon carving through the beast's flesh with unmatched force.

She swung T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷ through the first Communosaurus's chicken neck, murdering the fuck out of it and as the Communosaurus Rex fell to the ground for it had been defeated at last, Reimu stood triumphant amidst the chaos of battle.

The other Communusaurus Rexes were roaring in unholy fuckrage as Mokou and Kaguya petulantly danced around them, flaunting their superior agility and mobility as they fired their weapon upon this piece of fuck with holy righteousness and divine fuckrage.

Kaguya with her eyes gleaming with tumultuous excitement and saccharine eagerness, fired her machine gun with precision and finesse as she stroked her pump-action machine gun, mimiking the ejaculation of a cock as it fired its bullets forth. Each bullet found its mark, striking the Communosaurus Rexes with deadly accuracy. She moved with fluidity, ducking and weaving between the massive creatures' attacks as it dared to attempt at stomping Kaguya to pieces, her movements a testament to her combat prowess and her taunting abilities.

Meanwhile, Mokou unleashed her elfin fuckweapon with reckless abandon, her fiery white hair blazing like a beacon amidst the chaos as she leapt and dodged with expert timing, narrowly avoiding the lunges and swipes of the Communosaurus Rexes, Mokou thought back to her ghetto background... this shit was fun and it reminded her of those times, her loins pulsating in excitement.

"Ha! This is some wild shit!" Mokou shouted, her voice a mix of excitement and dark amusement as her loins pulse rapidly, "I haven't had this much fun since I torched that old warehouse back in LA. These dinosaur fuckers ain't got nothing on us!"

Mokou's laughter echoed through the chaotic battleground, a stark contrast to the roaring and cries of the fallen Communosaurus Rexes as she relished in the macabre spectacle, reveling in the sheer violence and intensity of the moment.

As Dia and Ruby joined in the fray, Mokou's grin widened. "Nice moves, kids!" she called out, her voice laced with exhilaration and bloodlust, "Let's tear 'em apart! Blood and guts everywhere, that's the good stuff!"

With each precise shot and strategic dodge, Mokou embodied the essence of chaos and madness as this petulant fuckchild and her unhinged demeanor was a testament to her unyielding spirit which was forged through the ghettos of Los Angeles and the shithole high school that was Washington Heights.

As the dust settled and the echoes of gunfire faded, Mokou stood among the fallen Communosaurus Rexes as her fiery fuckrage simmered down slightly, she looked towards her comrades with a wild grin, ready for whatever came next in their relentless pursuit of victory against the Skibidi Toilet cultists.

"Well aren't you the same whack-ass motherfucker as ever, Mokou" Sanae chuckled as she held the corpse of a fallen X-Naut, squeezing its heart and killing it rapidly... the battlefield had now been cleansed of all those assailants which had attacked them after taking down the wall of Joel Osteen.

Mokou flashed a mischievous grin at Sanae's remark, her eyes sparkling with lingering excitement from the intense battle which filled her blood with saccharine sweetness "You know me, Sanae! Gotta keep things lively such as slaying those pieces of shit," Mokou replied as her voice was laced with adrenaline and bloodlust, "Nothing like a bit of chaos to get the blood pumping, eh?"

She glanced around at the aftermath of the battlefield, the fallen Communosaurus Rexes and X-Nauts strewn across the scorched earth from their battle, Mokou's expression softened slightly as she took in the bloody scene and despite her jovial demeanor, there was an underlying sense of nervousness in her eyes.

"Looks like we cleared 'em out," Mokou continued, her tone shifting to a more subdued note of voice, "But I've got a feeling this ain't the end of it. Those Skibidi Toilets Cultists won't go down without a fight."

Sanae nodded in agreement, her grip on the X-Naut's heart tightening briefly before she released it, letting the lifeless body fall to the ground... though she had already crushed it prior, "We've got to stay on our toes, fuckin cultist bitches" she replied, her voice serious. "Who knows what other twisted shit they've got planned."

The Kurosawa's approached with their expressions nervous and exhausted after enduring the ctazy fuckrage of the Communosaurus and X-Nauts... "We did it, guys..." Ruby said, her voice trembling slightly. "But we can't let our guard down w-who knows what these fuckers got planned for us..."

"We've got to keep pushing through this fuckheap of a city, now where are all these cultists coming from?" Dia asked, not because she had forgotten but to set up the following scene.

Reimu joined the group, her gaze scanning the horizon as she looked at Dia with a look of disgust, "Hello? Did you forget that we are supposed to kill that son-of-a-bitch named Joel Osteen? We've got a city to cleanse and a cult to dismantle. Let's rock the fuck out."

Dia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized her oversight, but she quickly responded to the Reimu Hakurei who looked at her incredulously, "Right, sorry Reimu," she replied earnestly, her voice tinged with determination and timely fuckrage, "Let's focus on finding Joel Osteen and putting an end to this madness..."

Reimu nodded approvingly at the words of comrade Dia Kurosawa, her eyes gleaming with unwavering resolve to slay the fuck out of the Fuckmeister himself, "That's the spirit, Dia... let's rock and roll!" she said, her tone firm. "We'll track down that cultist scumbag and make sure he regrets ever crossing us... fuckin' joel Osteen, always knew that seedy fuck was a sell-out."

Kaguya cracked her knuckles, a devilish smirk playing on her lips as she choked her rifle as she stroked it up and down "I've got a feeling he won't be too hard to find," she chimed in, her eyes glinting mischievously as she thought to where this fuckmeister would be in, "Just follow the trail of bullshit and we'll be there in no time... pretty sure anyone can tell where the bullshit is."

Mokou chuckled under her breath, her long and fiery white hair swaying with the movement as she thrusted her lips after slaying the X-nauts, "Let's give him a taste of his own medicine, we shove his ass full of lead and rip his asshole inside and out... we'll tear down his veil of bullshit" she added, her voice filled with anticipation. "No one messes with us and gets away with it and especially not some butter churnin' griftin' piece of shit."

Sanae adjusted her weapon, her expression steely with elfin fuckrage, "We've got this motherfucker by the balls, we'll rip them off and stuff them in his mouth!" she said, her voice calm but also loud and filled with fuckrage " And together, we'll bring an end to this shit-hole city and hopefully restore it the same way we did to Jacksonville!"

With their sights set on Joel Osteen and the heart of the cultist operation, the group moved forward through the chaotic streets of Atlanta which was filled with blood and gore as well as hundreds of bodies stacked up like fallen terrorist soldiers after being torn down by America, tossed around like the useless pieces of fuck that they were.

USA! USA! USA!

NEW RECOMMENDED LISTENING: X-NAUT FORTRESS - PAPER MARIO: THE THOUSAND YEAR DOOR

The towering and imposing building of Lakewood Church stood dead in the heartbeat of Atlanta, Georgia and stood at them tauntingly with its impenetrable entrance as it was heavily guarded by X-Yuxs and other pieces of unholy fuckrage and sacrilegious imagery which tainted the word of GOD.

Reimu's eyes narrowed with fury as she gazed up at the imposing structure of Lakewood Church, its facade gleaming in the eerie light of the blood-red sky. The sight of the heavily guarded entrance, adorned with sacrilegious imagery and guarded by X-Yuxs, only fueled her anger further. She felt a surge of righteous indignation as she clenched her fists.

"We're not letting these fuckers get away with this blasphemy and bullshittery" Reimu growled, her voice filled with divine fuckrage that simmered in her panties, "That church is a festering pit of Skibidi Toilet filth and we're going to cleanse it with fire, fury and fuck-flames."

Kaguya cracked her knuckles, her expression darkening. "Let's tear down this mockery of a church... fuckin' religious nutjobs n' shit like this pisses me off!" she said, her voice low and menacing. "These cultist scumbags have no idea who they're messing with and I'm about to make them know our fucking names."

Mokou's eyes blazed with fiery intensity and righteous anger. "They've defiled everything sacred and have stooped to griftin' and stealing from people, unforgiveable fucks..." she muttered, her voice dripping with contempt.

"That being said, how the fuck do we get through this pile of utter bullshit... Reimu? I ain't a fuckin' genius so show me tha fuckin' way" spoke Mokou as she stood before the fucking gates of Lakewood church led by the fuckmeister.

Reimu lead them to the gates of Lakewood church and swung her godly candlestick with surety as she splits the gates asunder in a single blow, murdering the utter fuck out of them as the X-Yuxes and their utter stupidity looked at them with raw confusion, but Reimu swaggered fourth as she plunged her blood-covered candlestick with elfin fervor.

"How the fuck does it feel to be slayed the fuck out you cross-lookin' fucks, taste this shiny metal bullet will ya?" Chuckled the Mokou as she stuck her machine-gun into the eye of the last remaining X-Yux and utterly slaying it the fuck out with her weapon, relishing the blood and gore which spills over her black GUCCI hoodie which was designed for the rain, now wicking away blood and gore.

Meanwhile on the back, Sanae was with Kaguya and the Kurosawa sister who had begun inspecting the entrance to the Lakewood Church, Sanae determined that the path was clear after Reimu had caused "quite a scene" with the bloody floor of the now slain guards.

"Coast is clear motherfuckers, lets get moving" Sanae spoke with unabashed brilliance as she snuck the Ruby and Dia Kurosawa sisters into the entrance of Lakewood Church and the others soon follow up the mess that was Lakewoof Church.

"I used to fuck people like this back in the ghettos, time to fuck the rock out!" Mokou chuckled madly as she leapt into the fray with her machine gun, Kaguya following shortly thereafter as they splatter a group of Skibidi Toilets which had congregated near the lobby of the Lakewood Church which looked like a bunch of technological shit thrown together, it was a fucking mess with the large metallic walls and the soulless stacking of bones and corpses which all lead to an amateurish looking skull, not bad by all means but highly mediocre when it came down to it.

Most notable however was the large mural which was created to seemingly resemble some Skibidi Toilets worshipping a larger Skibidi Toilet which resembled the G-Man... but with his head inside a massive toilet and under the G-Man was a saintly Skibidi Toilet, A DJ Skibidi Toilet, a scientist Skibidi Toilet and a whole bunch of regular Skibidi Toilets which were worshipping the larger toilets in the murals.

"Good morning bitches, we've got some cleaning to do... and you all are the shit that needs to be cleansed, bye bye!" Reimu waved threateningly as she began smashing skulls with the appropriately named known as T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷.

"We're clearing this place out and rapping our way through it all" Reimu declared, her voice cutting through the chaos. "No more Skibidi Toilet bullshit and definitely no more fucking bastards getting in our way, hey weed girl, call the LA Knight to make sure and notify us about any potential threats coming our way."

"I am no longer a weed girl, but fine..." Sanae responded with annoyance as she called the LA Knight over the PARA-RAID device which was located in everyone's ears, the LA Knight responded with a drunken tone.

The LA Knight's voice crackled through the PARA-RAID device, sounding slightly inebriated. "Hey, hey, hey! What's up, my dudes and dudettes? I've always wanted to fuck Rias Gremory from Highschool DXD"

"Shut the fuck up and quit drinking you fucking bastard, now you're talking about hentai and anime boobs, come on motherfucker... how much of a fucking bum are you?" Reimu snarled to which the LA Knight chuckled.

"Just joking Reimu, make sure to keep your eyes peeled for the servant of the Fuckmeister, his servant is named Grodus... ugly-ass name." responded the LA Knight as he imagined himself with Rias Gremory and from his computer screen, he was tracking their positions with obsession, lookling like a rabid swiftie in the process.

Reimu scowled at the LA Knight's inappropriate comment which left her filled with fuckrage, her expression darkening with annoyance at the petulant fuckness of the LA Knight... "Cut the crap, LA Knight. We don't have time for your immature weeaboo bullshit. Focus on the task at hand or I'll come over there and knock some sense into you myself and break your fucking skull.

The LA Knight's chuckle faded into a more sober tone. "Alright, alright, Reimu. No more jokes, I promise. I'll keep an eye out for any signs of Grodus or his lackeys. Just stay sharp and watch your backs out there or they'll turn your ass into a fucking sundae."

Reimu nodded, satisfied with the LA Knight's response after the weeb bullshit. "Good and we'll handle things here. Just make sure you do your part and keep us informed over any upcoming bullshit... be our fucking navigator.

With that, the communication line went silent as the group pressed on, their focus now solely on the mission ahead as they took in the elfin fuck scenery of Lakewood Church of Joel Osteen the Fuckmeister.

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The sounds of the Skibidi toilet can be heard across the church as they gravitate towards Reimu and the gang after watching the immaculate slaying of their fellow Skibidi toilets at the hands of the New England Patriots, pissing them off wildly and sending them into a fuckfrenzy which rivaled that of the angriest of motherfuckers. Such as unholy and sacrilegious motherfucking act of motherfucking sacrilege was beyond blasphemy for what was once the walls of a church, even if this was the church of some shitty, mediocre and utterly heinous and greedy prosperity gospel selling grifter... fucking piece of shit.

"Let's round these guys up and execute them, MURICAN style" roared the Sanae as she the New England Patriots began firing upon the SKibidi Toilets with elfin fuckrage and raw tumultuous desire from bloodsheed and violence which came from their pulsating loins and raging hormones.

Ruby and Dia Kurosawa took long potshots upon the toilets with their sniper rifles which were red like the nickname of Andy Dalton... the Red Rifle himself while Mokou and Kaguya sadistically enjoyed gunning those fuckers down as the Skibidi Toilets fled for their lives after witnissing this vicious attack caused by the group of Reimu, Sanae, Mokou, Kaguya, Dia and Ruby who had branded themselves as the New England Patriots after the NFL Team.

As the Skibidi Toilets fled in panic from the onslaught of gunfire and violence unleashed by Reimu and her group, the atmosphere within the church became charged with chaos and adrenaline and outright FUCKRAGE GRRR. Reimu's eyes gleamed with ruthless fuck-fury and out-right animalistic barbarism as she pursued the fleeing cultists, swinging T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷ with deadly precision, striking down any Skibidi Toilet in her path as she smashed the unlucky toilets into pieces sadistically and with raw fuckrage of the gods of fuckrage themselves, summoning their fuckrage through her candlestick known as T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷ and murdering the fuck out of whichever Skibidi Toilet had remained in her grasp... it was a fucking mess of blood and gore which defied all expectations of herself as Reimu feels her senses of morality evaporate as she smashes the fuck out of this utter piece of shit.

Mokou and Kaguya moved with lethal grace as they moon-walked towards their victims elegantly, their machine guns blazing as they cut down the retreating cultists and Skibidi Toilets without mercy and with elegance and grace which betrayed her ghetto background, Mokou lifted a Skibidi Toilet and proceeded to perform the H̴o̴k̶e̴y̸ ̸P̷o̷k̴e̵y̵ as she reveled in their brutal deaths, Kaguya meanwhile had held a Skibidi Toilet and shoved her machine gun down its throat and unloaded the clip upon it, murdering the everloving fuck out of it.

Sanae, Ruby, and Dia provided cover fire from the back-line as they fired sniper shots upon the Skibidi Toilets before they had eventually gotten bored of their jobs and leapt into the fray, Ruby and Dia grabbed two separate Skibidi Toilets and smashed their heads asunder as they died and died again, their skulls now shattered and wrought into nothing but exactly one million pieces of splattered bone, splattered porcelain and blood... it was but a violent and gruesome scene which was beyond fucked up buy equally hilarious and funny in its own right, at least in their opinions before they returned to the back-line to provide for more cover fire, that was their position after all... Reimu and Sanae were the main fuckslayers.

Sanae was fighting alongside Reimu Hakurei and as her second-in-command, she had sunk her hands into the head of a smaller Skibidi Toilet and with elfin fuckfury, Sanae tore into its eyeballs and ripped them right off, causing the Skibidi Toilet to enter a frenzy of intensified fuckrage as it began losing its strength, Sanae then slammed it against the floor and unloaded her clip upon it with a furious barrage of fuckrage which came from the heart of a woman who was all but done with these utter pieces of shit and wanted nothing more than to kill a motherfucking piece of shit with nothing but her elfin fuckrage, her gun and her hardening nipples as her nipples always seemed to harden when this shit happened.

Amidst the chaos of fuckscreams and hellish hellfire, amidst the echoes of screams and gunfire reverberated through the church of Lakewood which belonged to the fuckmeister himself, drowning out any other sound and giving a stern warning to The cultists and Skibidi Toilets who were now desperate and scattered they were no match for the fury of Reimu and her comrades who wanted nothing more than dead Skibidi Toilets and dead motherfuckers in their wake, fucking bastards who ruined the world... Reimu wanted to store piece and I don't care that I spelt the wrong peace because fuck it, Reimu thought she was the fucking good guy.

"Keep pushing forward! Don't let any of them escape I want all of these motherfuckers dead and dead on the fucking floor, don't let any of those fucking CUCKS escape!" Reimu's voice cut through the cacophony, her tone bellowing with enchanted fuckrage as she pointed at the hoard of Skibidi Toilets and cultists which were now fleeing from her.

The group advanced through the church, clearing out each room methodically and swiftly with their american solutions to conflict, The Skibidi Toilets, now cornered and overwhelmed had began to surrender or meet their demise under the unrelenting assault... though Reimu still paid them an old visit with T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷ as she betrayed the laws of those who surrendered, they were Skibidi Toilets so who the fuck cares.

Ruby and Dia maintained their sniper positions as they carefully picked of any Skibidi Toilets, cultists or X-Nauts who had tried to escape, causing their bodies to fall like ragdolls in their wake as the others wiped the fucking floor with the bodies of Skibidi Toilets and dirty X-Nauts who had dared to opposite their massacre of the fucking toilets, this was the New England Patriots and they were hungry for blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of relentless combat, fuckslaying and committing to the massacre... the church fell silent, save for the occasional groan or whimper from the wounded cultists and the occasional SKIBIDI of a Skibidi Toilet.

Reimu stood amidst the aftermath, her chest heaving with exertion as blood had washed over her red shrine maiden outfit... her eyes scanning the room for any signs of movement and satisfied that the threat had been neutralized, she nodded to her companions with elfin fuckrage, they sauntered forth with divine fuckrage and bombastically insane and fully fuck-filled brains which had been satisfied through bloodlust.

"Good work, everyone we've probably cleansed all those fucking pieces of shit, now we've got someone to crush and kill..." spoke Reimu as she held the severed head of Grodus, the leader of the X-Nauts who had become so irrelevant that he died off screen, fucking bum.

The group gathered together with their faces streaked with sweat and blood, their weapons still smoking from the intense firefight of fuck-lust, blood-lust and elfin fuck-rage which filled their boobs with tumultuous joy and glee as they together, they pressed on deeper into the church of Lakewood, determined to confront Joel Osteen and put an end to the Skibidi Toilet cult once and for all that pervaded the city of Atlanta, Georgia... which was part of the main Skibidi Toilet religious belt which dominated the southern area of the United States of America, it was a fucking mess and they still had Charleston to deal with... fucking fuck fuck fuck fuck.

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Reimu opened the heavy doors of the secret chamber of Lakewood Church, the doors were very heavy and lead to the auditorium of Lakewood Church where the Fuckmeister himself stood upon the stage of the Auditorium with a cunning smirk on his face.

Joel Osteen stood confidently on the stage of the Lakewood Church's auditorium which was utterly massive, his demeanor oozing with arrogance and flamboyance as he wore an ostentatious pink suit adorned with sequins and glitter, his hair styled perfectly and his smile dazzling like a polished gem as he looked upon Reimu and the New England Patriots

"Well, well, well! Look who we have here," Joel began, his voice smooth and charismatic, carrying effortlessly through the vast auditorium as he strutted across the auditorium. "A group of rowdy troublemakers crashing my divine congregation, how utterly delightful and you even killed my subordinate... Lord Grodus of the X-nauts, but I suppose he wasn't needed."

He gestured theatrically with his hands, as if orchestrating a grand performance as he stood amidst the empty auditorium "I must say, you've caused quite a stir my guests but you must fear not, for you are in the presence of the illustrious Joel Osteen, the fuckmeister himself..."

The cult leader's eyes twinkled with mischief as he continued, he stroked his cock in front of them without any shame, "You must forgive my followers' fervorfor they are the wicked and licentious and don't misinterpret our religion, we are merely a small religion of peace and tranquility which believes that the G-Toilet is the second coming of Christ."

Joel Osteen chuckled, the sound echoing through the auditorium which was currently empty at the time, he spoke with great clarity. "You all seem to be very strong and talented, as if the great G-Man toilet himself has chosen you all to be divine warriors and as the pastor and fuckmeister of this church, it is my job to make sure you all cultivate the fruits of the Toilet which has been blessed upon you all by our almighty overlords... it would be a massive shame if you all squandered your talents which have been blessed upon you all."

Joel Osteen unveiled a large table filled with the finest of steaks and the finest of wines for them to pair, it was a massive feast as he had awaited the arrival of these people who called themselves the New England Patriots, Joel Osteen wanted them to convert.

"Join our church of the Skibidi Toilet and we will treat you all to this wonderous feast and treat you to the greatest luxuries that we can provide under the power of the Osteen-Copeland Ministries, Kenneth Copeland has his church set in Charleston for your convenience my guests."

Reimu's eyes narrowed as she listened to Joel Osteen's smooth words and watched his shameless display of manipulation, she felt a surge of disgust at the sight of him stroking his cock in front of them, his arrogance and manipulation oozing from every word he spoke... she wanted to beat the shit out of this motherfucker with elfin fuckrage.

"You think we're fools, Osteen?" Reimu's voice cut through the air like a blade of fuck, her gaze unwavering as she met his eyes. "You think we'll fall for your pathetic attempts at persuasion? We've seen through your bullshit from the moment we set foot in this godforsaken church..."

She gestured to her companions, her voice filled with righteous fuck-fury. "We've fought our way through your brainwashed followers and slaughtered every last one of them and now you stand before us, thinking you can tempt us with your false promises and lavish feasts?"

Reimu stepped forward, her fists clenched at her sides as her veins pulse with adrenaline, "We're not here for your luxuries or your lies, Osteen in fact... we're here to put an end to your reign of terror and free those who have been deceived by your twisted ideology of fuck... so you can take your Skibidi Toilet cult and shove it up your ass, because we're not buying what you're selling you lame fucker."

Reimu raised T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷, her weapon gleaming with righteous fury as she brandished her fucked up candlestick which had garnered a reputation for shattering skulls asunder, "Your time is up, Osteen. Prepare to face the consequences of your actions."

Meanwhile, Mokou's eyes blazed with raw intensity as she stepped forward towards Joel Osteen who stood at the auditorium stage with a look of confusion on his face, her voice laced with the grit of someone who had seen the worst of humanity and had been through shit.

"Man, fuck all these lying motherfuckers, I'm tellin' y'all..." Mokou snarled, her words dripping with disdain as her spastic colon churns in disgust, "Politicians, cops, pastors like this sorry-ass Jioel Osteen and that fucking tub-of-lard named Kenneth Copeland... They all the same, talkin' 'bout peace and prosperity while they be lining they own pockets and fuckin' over the people. Ain't nothin' but butter churnin' grifters, man.. fucking fuckers"

She gestured angrily at Joel Osteen with a glare of an intensified form of fuck-rage. "This slimy piece of shit right here? Been feedin' lies to folks, takin' advantage of the desperate and lost souls, tellin' 'em some bullshit 'bout a G-Toilet and makin' 'em believe it's the second comin' of Christ. Ain't that some fucked-up shit and gettin' em to believe that the Skibidi Toilets are some happy good shit, fuck that noise!"

Mokou's voice rose with passion, fueled by years of witnessing injustice. "And them politicians? They just puppets dancin' for the rich bastards pullin' the strings and all that bullshit, Fuck 'em all, fuck this and fuck that... FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK! We don't need no fake promises or fancy feasts. We need truth and justice, and that's what we gonna deliver by slaying the fuck outta you and your fucking buddy Copeland and through the ashes of the ruined America which was fucked over by the Skibidi Toilets, a new America will rise from those ashes once we finish wiping up all of the Skibidi Toilets!"

She cracked her knuckles, her gaze fixed on Osteen. "You hear that, Osteen? Your days of preachin' lies and deceivin' folks are over and we're here to bring your house of cards tumblin' down, and ain't nothin' gonna stop us."

With a fierce fuckrage, Mokou gripped her weapon tightly. "Time to pay the piper, you sorry excuse for a pastor. We're the New England Patriots, and we're about to kick your ass straight to HELL!"

Reimu chuckled at Mokou's rant, it was just as she said... Reimu had planned to genocide the Skibidi Toilets and wipe them off the slate of the earth and with the ruined world in tact, Reimu would make America rise from the ashes as its new leader and lead to the rebirth of America after the Skibidi-Pocalypse.

Mokou's impassioned speech reverberated through the chamber of Joel Osteen, echoing the frustration and fury of those betrayed by false promises and deceit which she had experienced, Reimu nodded with her gaze fixed on Joel Osteen with a steely resolve to fuck him up.

"You tell 'em, Mokou, we're gonna rebuild America!" Reimu said with a smirk, her own loins pulsing with the anticipation of justice. "These grifters have had their run, but it's time to show 'em what happens when they mess with the wrong folks. No more bullshit, no more lies... PATRIOTS TIME!"

Reimu stepped forward towards Joel Osteen, her presence commanding his attention "Osteen, your game is up and we ain't buying your Skibidi Toilet nonsense and we sure as hell ain't buying into your prosperity gospel bullshit. You and your buddy Copeland are gonna face the consequences of your deception. The New England Patriots don't back down from a fight and we're going to fucking destroy your bullshit cult at the seams."

She leveled T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷ at Osteen, her eyes burning with righteous fuckrage. "Time's up, Osteen. Prepare to face the music."

Joel Osteen however began to feel raw fuckrage pulse through his veins as his anger at being rejected and denied filled him to the brim with anger and the real Joel Osteen slipped out, he was a bitch in sheeps clothing.

Joel Osteen's facade cracked, revealing a man seething with bitterness and rage as his smooth demeanor vanished, replaced by raw hostility and contempt as he looked at the New England Patriots with raw fuckrage and anger.

"You think you can waltz in here and challenge me?!" Joel Osteen spat out, his voice laced with venom. "You bunch of self-righteous brats don't know the first thing about power or control. You're nothing but a pack of deluded fools clinging to your futile sense of justice... you pieces of fuck."

He paced across the stage, his eyes blazing with fury upon the group, "I've had enough of this Skibidi Toilet charade. Do you really think I believe in that fucking garbage? It's all a facade, a means to an end. Power, influence, wealth—that's what I'm after and you, you insignificant pests have the audacity to stand in my way?! I am the great FUCKMEISTER himself!"

Joel Osteen's face contorted with rage as he pointed accusingly at Reimu and her comrades with anger. "You think you can bring me down? I'll crush you like the vermin you are. No one defies Joel Osteen and gets away with it!"

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He reached for a concealed weapon, a massive flaming trident... his facade of charm replaced by a sinister sneer. "Prepare to meet your end, you fucking fools. The Skibidi Toilet nonsense ends here and I shall reign supreme, over Atlanta, Georgia... over Kenneth Copeland! Even over the fucking world!."

With a menacing glint in his eyes, Joel Osteen lunged forward and unleashing his true malevolence upon Reimu and her companions with elfin fuckrage, ready to fight to protect his grip on power and authority.

Joel Osteen's rant continued with a flamboyant and sinister edge, his anger fueling an eccentric display of madness as he descended and was now spiraling downwards upon being rejected by Reimu and the New England Patriots.

"You think you can disrupt my congregation, murder my followers, and ruin my fucking church and get away with it?" Joel Osteen bellowed, his voice echoing through the transformed auditorium as he snapped his fingers and the floor of the auditorium turned into a dance floor and a massive shining disco ball descended down from the ceiling.

"Well, my dear Patriots, let's dance! Let's see if you can keep up with the rhythm of chaos! Rawr~!"

He twirled the massive flaming trident with finesse and eagerness, the flames casting an eerie glow across the room of the auditorium "Behold the power of the Fuckmeister! Witness as I turn your feeble attempts at resistance into a dazzling spectacle! dance partner~!"

With a flick of his wrist, Joel Osteen summoned a legion of Skibidi Toilets, their bodies adorned with glitter and neon colors and with a wave of his hand, he summoned a bunch of human Skibidi Toilet cultists who had begun gyrating and twerking to the beat of the disco ball and the raw sounds blasting through the speakers. "Join the party, my devoted followers! Show these fools the true spirit of the Skibidi Toilet! Meow~!"

The auditorium erupted into a cacophony of flashing lights, thumping beats, and frenzied dancing Skibidi Toilet cultists as Joel Osteen's eyes gleamed with manic delight as he continued his tirade of fuck.

"Your righteousness means nothing in the face of true power! I am the maestro of this twisted symphony, and you are but puppets in my grand performance as the Fuckmeister! Nyah~!"

He lunged forward, the flames of the trident casting menacing shadows across his face. "Prepare to be consumed by the fervor of the Skibidi Toilet! This is my domain and you will bow before the Fuckmeister and bend the KNEE! LMFAO~!"

Joel Osteen's laughter reverberated through the chaotic scene, a chilling echo of madness and delusion as Reimu and her companions stood ready to slay the fuck out of this annoying bitch.

"Let's dance, sister" Spoke Ruby as both Dia and Ruby Kurosawa had become consumed by the beats, but as they danced... they fired upon the crowd of gyrating human cultists and spinning Skibidi Toilets.

As the chaotic scene unfolded in the transformed auditorium, Ruby and Dia Kurosawa skillfully danced through the throng of gyrating cultists and spinning Skibidi Toilets, their movements fluid and coordinated as they fired upon the frenzied crowd with precision and elfin delightful fuckrage.

Dia, spun gracefully between the dancing figures as her sniper rifle aimed with unwavering focus and with each shot, a cultist or Skibidi Toilet fell, their glittering bodies collapsing amidst the pulsating lights and booming music and sputtering blood and glitter across the dance floor of the Auditorium.

Ruby moved in sync with the rhythm of the chaotic dance floor as a former idol, she was damn great at it... She wielded her weapon with expertise, firing calculated shots that found their marks amidst the disarray of fuckrage. The air was filled with the sounds of gunfire intermingling with the thumping beats of the disco which provided something that could only be called American.

Reimu and the rest of the Patriots engaged the Skibidi Toilets and cultists with relentless ferocity, their weapons cutting through the chaos like a storm of fuckrage and bullets, Mokou and Kaguya with their movements agile and unpredictable, dodged and weaved through the crowd of gyrating cultists and Skibidi Toilets, firing bursts of ammunition that scattered the frenetic cultists and murdered the fuck out of anything that stood in its way.

But the best was saved for last as Sanae carried two machine-guns and got in the middle before yelling to her comrades, "PATRIOTS DUCK!" through the PARA-RAID device and once everyone ducked, Sanae began to spin rapidly like a tornado as she held her machine guns out, performing a vicious spin-attack as bullets scattered everywhere like a lawn sprinkler... murdering the fuck out of the Skibidi Toilets and the gyrating cultists in the vicinity.

"You're finished, Osteen!" Reimu shouted above the din of gunfire and music. "Your lies end here and it's time to fucking end you!"

The Patriots converged on Joel Osteen, their resolve unyielding as they faced off against the self-proclaimed Fuckmeister of Atlanta, Georgia. The transformed auditorium became a battlefield and amidst the chaos, Joel Osteen began to panic as he was now surrounded and cornered against the wall, he was fucked.

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"W-wait guys, w-we can work this shit out... I-I'll end the fucking toilet cult, j-just let me live..." Joel Osteen panicked nervously as he was now surrounded and utterly fucked, all of his Skibidi toilets had been slain and his cultists murdered.

Reimu narrowed her eyes at Joel Osteen as her voice cuts through the chaos of the auditorium which had now dimmed down after the defeat of Joel Osteen. "Tell us where the Skibidi Toilets came from and how to stop them and maybe we'll consider sparing your sorry ass. But make it quick, because your time is running out and I really want to shove T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷ up your fucking asshole"

Reimu tapped her foot as she waited for the response of Joel Osteen who was cornered and now had Kaguya's machine-gun pointed right at his chest, if he disobeyed... he would be killed right here and now... but something much worse arrived for Joel Osteen, he had his own PARA-RAID device in his ear and a voice spoke to him which sent chills down his spine.

"Sorry Osteen, we heard all your talk about how you wanted to  "Rule  over Atlanta, Georgia... Rule over me and rule over the world which would mean betraying us and we don't like traitors in our ranks Osteen... so I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill you because as your BUSINESS partner and as a member of our group... I must kill you and if you're confused on how I'll do it... let's just say I secretly had a bomb installed and is wrapped around by your small intestines..."

"F-Fuck... C-Copeland-sensei, please don't kill me...! I-I didn't mean it! I promise, I didn't fucking mean it!" Joel Osteen cried in desperation as he heard the chilling words of Kenneth Copeland.

Joel Osteen's eyes widened in sheer terror as he frantically pleaded into his PARA-RAID device, his voice shaking with desperation and fear as he spoke to Kenneth Copeland of the Charleston District of the Osteen-Copeland Ministries.

"K-Kenneth, please! I didn't mean any of it, I swear!" Joel Osteen's voice cracked as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I-I'm loyal to you, to the cause... I'll do anything, just spare me, please! PLEASE!"

The sound of Kenneth Copeland's chilling laughter echoed through the device, sending shivers down Osteen's spine. "Oh, Joel Osteen... you've disappointed me greatly. Betrayal has consequences, my friend and unfortunately we can't allow you to leak information to the New England Patriots"

Joel Osteen's gaze darted around the auditorium, realizing he was trapped between the Patriots and the looming threat of Kenneth Copeland's retribution as he had betrayed the group he was part of... "Please, Kenneth... I'll make it right, just give me a chance."

But there was only silence on the other end of the line and Joel Osteen knew his fate was sealed. Panic gripped him as he faced the Patriots, his expression a mix of terror and resignation.

"Yo' crotch-rot, what the fuck is going on in your PARA-RAID device, argument with your wife or something?" Reimu responded bitterly as she awaited a response, but Joel Osteen began to beep...

"MOTHERFUCKERS! WATCH OUT!" Sanae yelled as she suddenly tackled Reimu, Mokou, Kaguya, Ruby and Dia and tackled them away from Joel Osteen, she had recognized that the beeping coming from Joel Osteen was well... explosive.

Reimu was covered in gore and stunned by the sudden explosion and as she looked around in shock, she saw the remnants of Joel Osteen's body lay scattered across the transformed auditorium which had once been a dance floor, now displaying his corpse. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and smoke and the Patriots remained sprawled on the ground, dazed and disoriented after seeing the horrific scene.

Sanae quickly got to her feet and scanned the area for any signs of further danger following the explosion, "Damn it, that sneaky bastard had explosives on him" she exclaimed, her eyes wide after witnessing such a fucked up scene.

Mokou rose to her feet and wiped the blood off her face... "That was a close call, we were so fucking close to being injured there..." she muttered, her voice tinged with disgust.

Reimu thought about Osteen's words and more likely than not... it seemed he had been blown up somehow and it wasn't his doing but rather, the doing of Kenneth Copeland... his business partner who worked for the Osteen-Copeland Ministries corporation.

"Looks like Osteen was a pawn, reminds me of SpongeBob back in Jacksonville..." Reimu spoke, remembering the bloody scene she had after fighting SpongeBob at his penthouse in Jacksonville.

The LA Knight spoke up through the PARA-RAID device, his voice blunt and serious as he spoke of this issue. "Yeah... looled like Osteen had a bomb which was surgically placed in his body, probably because Copeland thought he might've been capable of betraying him..." the LA Knight added, giving clarity to Kaguya.

Kaguya nodded thoughtfully as she absorbed the information from Reimu and the LA Knight. "So Copeland had Osteen eliminated to prevent any potential betrayal, what a fuckin' bitch but I suppose that's the kinda shit our enemies would do..." she mused, her expression grave.

"It seems our enemies are more connected than we thought huh?" Sanae remarked as her eyes narrowed "We need to stay vigilant and be prepared for anything those fuckers might throw at us."

"So let me get this straight, Kenneth Copeland or whatever that fuck's name is had a bomb surgically installed into Joel Osteen which he was never aware of and Copeland decided to blow Osteen up when he threatened to leak things, in other words... Osteen got fucking Epstein'd." Mokou spoke as she put the pieces together.

"Yeah... looks like an Epstein situation, killed before he could leak anything on the Skibidi Toilets and their purpose, as well as making sure to clear up the names of the Big-Shots with the exception of Copeland himself..." Dia added as she looked around the auditorium that once belonged to Joel Osteen.

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"But first... I think we should enjoy that lavish dinner that Osteen left on the table over there, I'm pretty hungry guys...!" Ruby spoke as the group agreed on their steak dinner, a long day of fuck-slaying and cleansing had to be met with tender food so they stopped their theorizing and headed to the table.

The New England Patriots and their fucked-up minds still reeling from the events that had unfolded in these chaotic twenty four hours, approached the table where Joel Osteen had laid out a lavish feast before his explosive demise and despite the chaos and bloodshed which overwhelmed the scenerie around them, the aroma of the food beckoned to them, promising a moment of respite after that blazioning fuckscape that was the Auditorium which was now filled with bodies... the table had been retracted to behind the stage which blocked them from the view of that fucked up scene.

Ruby was eager for some comfort after the intense battle that had taken its tole on them and she wasted no time in seating herself at the table. "Steak sounds perfect right about now, I'm so hungry..." she said, her voice laced with anticipation which filled her cute little face.

Dia joined her little sister as a small smile began tugging at her lips. "I could use a break after that bullshit" she admitted, her eyes scanning the array of food before them which had been spread before them luxuriously.

Reimu had finally allowed herself to relax slightly as she took a seat at the table after dealing the genocide upon Atlanta' Gerogia... "Let's eat and enjoy this shit for a fucking change" she said, her tone a mix of determination and weariness after that battle, she made sure to wash her hands in a sink near the backstage of the auditorium stage.

Mokou grinned as she reached for a plate which was filled with piping hot meat and her ghetto mindset took over, "Damn right and after all that fuckery, a good meal is in order so let me fucking EAT!" she remarked, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she ripped into her steak voraciously.

Kaguya looked at Mokou with a look of confusion yet amusement, "Jeez... chill out Mokou, it's just steak... we've got plenty for all of us, it's not going anywhere Mokou."

Sanae took a deep breath as she soaked in their victory and took a bite out of her meat, relishing the tasty steak and the fat... it was damn good and damn tasty and very satisfying after that bullshit which they had dealt with when fighting Joel Osteen.

The group ate in companionable silence after that tough battle, the clinking of utensils and the sounds of chewing were a welcome contrast to the chaos they had faced at the auditorium of Lakewood.

Authors note: Damn... Haney got exposed hard against Ryan Garcia, yikes.

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Chapter 23: Shaq stays at a Queer Lodge (Pt.1)

The ocean could be viewed from the distance as Lightning McQueen zooms past the highways carrying his load of Shaquille O'Neill, Kobayashi Rindou, Stocking Anarchy, Mika Jougasaki, Ruiko Saten and Uiharu Kazari who all sat inside of him, how that works I don't know.

"Uhm guys! Looks like we're arriving at New Orleans! Look!" Spoke Lightning McQueen as he navigated all sorts of unfathomable pieces of shit which stood in his way such as Skibidi Toilets, cars and all sorts of stupid-ass dear which had dared to stand before the Lightning McQueen who expertly navigated across the throngs of bullshit on the road.

The group inside Lightning McQueen braced themselves as they approached New Orleans, a city with a reputation for vibrant culture and mysterious undertones of voodoo, hoodoo and all that sort of pagan shit. The sight of the ocean in the distance added to the surreal atmosphere of their journey as if they had finally reached their destination which they had been told by the LA Knight only yesterday...

"Alright my homie... Lightning, keep us moving forward cuz we've got business to take care of" Shaq instructed, his voice resonating with authority as he glanced out of the car's window and noticing the crazy shit going on outside, Lightning McQueen had struck a deer which had sent the fucking thing flying across the skies before smashing into millions of pieces with blood and gore which attracted all of the local wild life to devour its organs and guts eagerly.

Rindou cracked her knuckles with raw anticipation, her only thoguhts were about sex, money and slaying the fuck out of anything that stood in her path... such was the type of woman Rindou was, "Let's see what kind of shitshow awaits us in this city... hopefully they have enough beers to drink cuz I'm gonna have to need that shit after this bullshit" Rindou declared angrily, her voice filled with an exhaustion that would only suit someone who had just fought that crazy-ass motherfucker named Antonio Brown yesterday.

Stocking observed the chaotic scene outside of her window as Lightning McQueen surged forward, maintained her cynical yet composed demeanor that suited her sexy-ass gothic style... she took a sip from her tea cup and sighed, her voice laced with her signature sarcasm.

"Well well well... looks like we're diving headfirst into another shitstorm maelstrom and after fighting that fucking ex-Steeler... this is just what I needed," Stocking remarked with her gaze fixed on the unfolding chaos outside the car window. "And here I thought we could enjoy a peaceful afternoon tea for once. Silly me..."

"Guess we'll have to settle for murdering some Skibidi Toilet ass before I can indulge in more cake and tea... just my luck, fucking bullshit" Stocking quipped, rolling her eyes slightly as she set her tea cup down for a split second. "But hey, who needs a relaxing vacation when you can battle human-headed toilets, right... I mean isn't that shit so damn funm we've already done it plenty of times before... why not again and again?"

"Well looks like you'll have to save that fucking cake and tea for after we clean up this goddamn mess, quit whining about this shit ya' fucking hoe" Shaq retorted, his deep voice resonating within the confines of Lightning McQueen the Race Car. "Ain't no time for your bougie bullshit when we're knee-deep in fighting Skibidi toilets and whatever other fucked-up shit is waiting for us in this dump of a city... fuck New Orleans, never liked playing here and especially fuck whatever that bullshit is outside."

Shaq pointed at a large bloody deer which was dead and on the side of the road as Lightning McQueen zoomed past the bloody corpse.

Shaq glances out of the window of Lightning McQueen as he saw all of the fantastical bullshit which was outside which Lightning McQueen navigated through expertly... though he had struck a couple of deers which had caused his front grill to be covered in blood.

"Let's bash these fuckers real good and then we can all celebrate with cake, tea, and a shitload of booze at Bourbon Street" Shaq continued, his tone a mix of determination and crude humor. "I'm talking about getting so fucking wasted that we forget all this Skibidi Toilet nonsense ever happened. You hear me?"

"Fuck yeah! Let's hit bourbon street when we're done so I can get a fucking pounding and get all drunk n' shit" Chuckled Rindou, Shaq knew this unhinged woman was only thinking about sex and booze... only thing on her mind.

"Nah fuck that sex shit, last thing I need is you contracting HIV or AIDS or any other bullshittery STDS... I ain't a fucking gooner like you are" Shaq responded angrily to Rindou's response, he heavily opposed all that crazy shit that Rindou does as he was a man with a plan, he wasn;t a fucking idiot like Rindou was.

Stocking had begun to overhear the argument between Shaq and Rindou who had begun to talk about sex n' shit... she rolled her eyes and chimed in with her usual biting wit.

"Can we please focus on not getting murdered by Skibidi Toilets before we start planning the post-apocalyptic orgy? I understand that you're desperate for a dick but can you just rub one out for fucks sake?" Stocking remarked dryly, her expression a mix of annoyance and amusement. "I'd like to survive this shitshow with my sanity intact, thank you very much."

Stocking Anarchy took another sip of her tea, then continued with a smirk as she felt her loins pulsate eagerly.

"And as for Bourbon Street, count me out. I've had my fill of drunken debauchery and i've heard its nothing more than some lame tourist trap... Let's just get through this mess and move on to more civilized vices, shall we? I ain't into that voodoo shit."

Stocking's pragmatic outlook earned a chuckle from Ruiko Saten who couldn't help but find the situation somewhat absurd while Mika on the other hand, looked concerned but remained quiet and had begun thinking about the upcoming bullshit which was coming up, she stood awkwardly inside the confines of Lightning McQueen who had begun humming across the highway to hell, the surging city of New Orleans looming in the distance.

"G-Guys... w-what the fuck do we expect in the city of New Orleans anyways? S-Something on the creation of Skibidi Toilets and hoodoo bullshit like that?" Mika spoke awkwardly as she shifted in her seat, getting the ire of Shaq's eye.

"Ain't nothin' to worry about kiddo, we're fuckin' WOKE and besides, we've already slayed a Skibidi Toilet before, let alone a thousand? I ain't worried about faggarting those pieces of shit."

Shaq spoke as he scratched his nose awkwardly for a second, thinking about how he was about to conquest the city of New Orleans and make whoever lead that piece of fuck to bend the knee to the great Big Man of the Los Angeles Lakers.

Uiharu was still at the top of Lightning McQueen and she had been focusing on monitoring their progress, Lightning McQueen had begun to park so Uiharu could climb back down and make her way into the inside of Lightning McQueen... she had done so and had begun speaking as she looked at her phone. Uiharu, having climbed down from her perch atop Lightning McQueen, checked her phone and glanced around at the group inside the vehicle.

"Alright everyone, based on our current location and traffic conditions which are damn near non-existent, we should be arriving in New Orleans within the next twenty minutes so don't go to sleep or something like that..." Uiharu announced, her voice calm and focused. "Let's stay prepared and keep our eyes open for anything unusual... of course, my projections don't count the possibility of there being dumb-shits blocking the highways or fucking idiots crossing when we need, if that's the case... just run them over, they're all NPC's in our story."

"No stopping eh? Gotcha Uiharu-chan, I'll drop you fuckers at New Orleans and get some gas... then I return to fight alongside you fuckers?" Lightning McQueen suggested, his mind drifting back to gasoline, weedies and gummies... shit like that, that was Lightning's kinda life after his life of racing.

"Ain't no time for that, Chainsmoker cuz contrary to popular belief, we ain't here to go plowing hoes or fucking studs... we're here to kill Skibidi Toilets so quit fuckin' around before I get mad" Shaq responded as he was trying to keep these whack-ass motherfuckers in line but such was a tough task, even harder than The Perfect Run from Super Mario Galaxy 2.

"Besides, the people in New Orleans prolly ugly as shit... they ain't gonna be fuckworthy!" Chimed in Ruiko Saten, having stroked the barrel of her rifle cautiously, her expression filled with elfin determination and all sorts of crazy mental insanities that are beyond unspeakable, "I mean come on ya' fuckin' hoe, we're in a fuckin' appocalypse, I doubt them motherfuckers have time for sex anyways."

Just outside of New Orleans, them motherfuckers of Shaq decided to camp out in a queer lodge filled with various promiscuous gays which was held by Nick Saban's Alabama Crimson Tide once upon a time and while Shaq wasn't a fan of the queers... this was the only hotel in town, he checked in while everyone waited inside Lightning McQueen.

After Shaq checked out the lodge and returned to Lightning McQueen, he addressed the group with a stern expression, his voice booming with authority and stern fuckrage which ended up angering the Rindou Kobayashi.

"Alright, listen up. We're staying here for the night, but I don't want any funny business with the folks at this lodge, no making out with the queers got it? I know Astolfo got a nice bussy but we ain't here for that shit" Shaq declared, his tone serious as he looked around at the group... particularly Kobayashi Rindou "No making out with the gays, Rindou... I know you Bisexual as fuck and want to have sex with some hot chuck but we're here to rest up and prepare for what's ahead in New Orleans, not to stir up unnecessary drama and contracting Sexually Transmitted Diseases n' HIV and shit like that..."

Rindou was clearly irritated by Shaq's instruction and his bossy nature, she huffed in annoyance, her face flushing with arousal and defiance as she thought about making out with Astolfo's bussy.

"Oh for fucks sake, come on Shaq! You're such a buzzkill, can't a lady get her pussy reamed for once?" Rindou retorted, her tone defiant and filled with sexual frustration. "I'm not planning on making out with anyone, but I do plan on having sex so fuck it."

Shaq shot Rindou a pointed look, his expression unyielding as his voice bellows upon the entire group.

"We ain't allowing sex in this establishment and that is final, ain't no horny hoes or gooners gonna change that motherfucking shit!" Shaq emphasized firmly, his voice brooking no argument upon his crew "Now let's get settled in and keep our eyes peeled cuz tomorrow, we deal with whatever bullshit is waiting for us in New Orleans... shame we had to stay in this queer lodge though..."

Rindou grumbled under her breath but acquiesced, knowing that Shaq's orders were not to be taken lightly and that she would probably get her ass punished if she dared to have sex while away from the lodge, as the group prepared to rest for the night, the looming challenge of confronting Skibidi Toilet activity in New Orleans weighed heavily on their minds, each member bracing themselves for the trials ahead in this unfamiliar and potentially dangerous city.

"Yikes... is anyone hungry or is it just me?" Mika asked politely, she had been hungry for awhile now as they were to stay at this lodge normally meant for queers... Ruiko and Uiharu quickly spoke up.

Everyone in the group except for Lightning McQueen who was outside of the lodge looked at each other, they were ordering chicken tendies tonight.

Chapter Text

Skibidi Toilet Cult Arc: Reimu's Group

Chapter 24: The Vanity of Kenneth Copeland

THIS IS THE GREATEST FANFICTION EVER AND IF YOU DISAGREE, WINNIE THE POOH WILL BURST INTO YOUR ROOM AND DEMAND HIS SACRIFICE AND BREAK ALL OF YOUR BONES!

The countless tales of the rise of the American Empire were long heralded for their raw patriotism and their symbolism of courage, determination and rebellious fuckrage which was born in the hearts of all of the American populace... until it wasn't.

Because then... a giant shit-storm hit the world, a storm of shit crashed upon the world and caused every fiction to have been raptured to the very planet we call earth, fucking over everyone who previously had super-powers, status or main character plot armors.

Nobody knew why the rapture had occured, but the great event had soon led to the creation of the Skibidi Toilet and very soon after, the Skibidi-Pocalypse which led to the end of civilization as we know it...

Now Reimu and the rest of the New England Patriots are on the prowl in order to take down the first of the many evils who came with the Skibidi-Pocalypse... the first being the baleful motherfucking pastor known none other than Kenneth Copeland who had abandoned the word of GOD in favor of worshipping their new overlords, the Skibidi Toilets and following the death of Joel Osteen, previously known as the Fuckmeister... Kenneth Copeland became the sole leader of the Skibidi Toilet Cult which plagued the south-east part of the United States of America.

Kenneth Copeland lets out a shit-eating grin as he relished in the crying screams of Joel Osteen, the once renowned Fuckmeister himself had been brutally betrayed by the Elites of society, The Illuminati.

"I'm sorry son, but we don't allow for the betrayal of The Illuminati... so we gonna have to off' ya son... hey, life ain't fair son." Spoke Kenneth Copeland as his mouth curled into a shit-eating grin which revelled in the deep sadistic agony he was about to inflict upon Joel Osteen, "Should've known your place and we wouldn't have this problem sonny boy... but we know you ain't up to task, you got yer' ass handed to you by those patriot scum... an' we know you ain't capable of keepin' yer mouth shut kiddo... we gonna have to off' ya."

Kenneth Copeland puts his phone away and gestures at other members of the elite, an unhinged clown was busy playing with his food... he grabbed his fork and began stabbing his meat violently as he cackled.

"What a great showing Mr. Copeland, it makes me want to fuck one of the millions of roid-injected chickens my company owns!" Spoke the voice of none other than Ronald McDonald, he carried himself with the elegance of the Joker... in other words, he was fucking unhinged, "What is the fat and meat content of Joel Osteen?"

"I don't know the exact quality or quantity of meat on Joel Osteen... but what I do know is that Fifteen minutes could save you 15% or more on car insurance"

The Crazy clown, Ronald McDonald grabbed his fork and pinned the GEICO lizard against the wall with elfin fervor, he yelled at the lizard angrily... "Say that shit one more time and I'll make sure your tiny-ass gets baked in one of my favorite and most juicy burgers."

Of course, nobody wants to know what the burgers of Ronald McDonald are made of... because it wasn't a very appealing process.

Amongst the elites present at the table was Kenneth Copeland, Ronald McDonald, the GEICO Lizard, Pepsiman, Tom Cruise and a mysterious caped man known only as The Master.

"Mr. Copeland... you are needed to take care of a pesky group of survivors at Charleston... make your way there pronto or we'll have Ol' Ronald make a burger out of your flesh"

The voice of the G-Man toilet could be heard through the large TV in the war-room of the elites, they were currently missing Masayoshi Shido who was busy campaigning somewhere in Los Angeles... while the G-man toilet was too damn big to fit in the tiny-ass war-room... so he was busy speaking from the bunker located in Minute Maid Park in Houston, Texas.

Reimu was stuffed to the brim after finishing two perfectly done steaks which had been gifted to them from the now brutalized corpse of the Fuckmeister that was once Joel Osteen... his body exploded into millions of pieces of blood and gore, his intestines spilling out across the room and his Greater Omentum splattered across the wicked dance floor which continued to shift colors and the music continuing to blare across the room even as the room was filled with corpses of Skibidi Toilet Cultists and Skibidi Toilets alike, though those Skibidi Toilets were improved with their porcelain bowls armed with pink glitter and their rims filled with flashing lights, but they were otherwise average and the same as any other Skibidi Toilet... while the cultists had their black bandanas utterly destroyed and incinerated by the New England Patriots group... their bodies halved and their skulls split asunder by Reimu Hakurei and her ultimate weapon they called T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷... but it was the vast majority of these tumultuous fuckwraiths that had been killed by the wicked spin attack performed by none other than the two former school idols themselves, Ruby Kurosawa and Dia Kurosawa who's spin attack had rained a fuckstorm of bullets which reminded them of the Blade Maelstrom from the Bloons Tower Defense series... this maelstrom of bullets and raw unadulterated fuckrage had murdered the shit out of everyone in the room except for the New England Patriots and Joel Osteen who later succumbed to a bomb which had been planted inside of his small intestines which had wrapped around it... exploding the absolute fuck out of his body at the hands of none other than his fellow pastor, Kenneth Copeland... their future target who was the leader of the Skibidi Toilet Cult in none other than Charleston, South Carolina.

"Gawd Damn... no matter how you look at it, that shit looks gnarly as fuck..." Dia Kurosawa spat out as she looked at the exploded corpse of Joel Osteen who now rested amongst the wall of the Auditorium, once filled with booming dance music and dancing cultists... now filled with corpses and dead bodies, but the dance music still continued to blast without any stopping... a continuous loop of Ear-Rape and death.

"Fucking hell, it looks like utter dogshit... can't believe that motherfucker got blown up" Sanae's colon churned in disgust as she saw the splattered organs and the exposed greater Omentum of Joel Osteen, his eyes lifelessly looking at the ceiling... having begged for his life prior to being blown up by none other than Kenneth Copeland, that Televangelist piece of shit.

As the Patriots surveyed the grisly aftermath of their battle with Joel Osteen and his Skibidi Toilet cultists, the scene was a morbid tableau of destruction and cosmic death. Reimu wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling a mix of satisfaction from the meal and lingering revulsion at the sight before them... she felt her spastic colon churning in disgust.

"Damn straight... ain't nothin' pretty 'bout that shit, now I'm gonna be smoking that Joel Osteen pack..." Mokou muttered, her tone grim as she glanced over the carnage of blood and metal... Kaguya nodded in agreement, her expression a mixture of weariness and sadistic delight.

"Blood, steaks and metal... nothing more American than this shit right here folks."

Reimu stood up from the table, her gaze lingering on the ruined dance floor now littered with corpses. "We've got more work to do, this ain't nothin' time to kill Tricky Dicky" she said, her voice low but resolute. "Copeland's next."

The Patriots nodded in unison, their resolve hardened by the sight of Joel Osteen's demise. "Let's make 'em pay, fuckin' bastard betrayed the word of God...!" Sanae growled, her eyes narrowing with determination and holy righteous fuck-rage.

The path ahead of them would be filled with hundreds of millions of fuck-wraiths and bullshits that would be flung their way from cultists, Skibidi Toilets and all other sorts of unspeakable fucking pieces of shit which would be summoned from the anus of hell and the gates of the Skibidi Toilet production centers and certainly enough, they would have to head to the city of Charleston, South Carolina in order to defeat the fuck-wraith that was Kenneth Copeland... that motherfucking piece of shit which had dared to betray his own comrade, Mr. Joel Osteen in cold blood.

"Still find it crazy that Osteen got fucking epstein'd... w-why would Kenneth Copeland do such an awful thing such as murder?" Ruby spoke naively, Mokou gave her a harsh rant about the reality of life... life ain't rainbows n' shit.

"Listen here kiddo, Mr. Kenneth Copeland ain't like you... you're a sweet little angel who always thinks about the best of others, but Copeland? He couldn't give a rat's ass about what happens to you or others... he's a connected son of a bitch, the type of motherfucker who could shoot someone in the middle of Fifth Avenue and get away with it" Mokou spoke bitterly.

"People like Copeland, they ain't playin' by the rules. They'll do whatever it takes to stay on top, even if it means offin' their own comrades, It's all about power and control. Copeland saw Osteen as a threat, so he took him out before he could spill any secrets. That's how these bastards operate"

Mokou stroked her rifle and pointed it up her fucking asshole, she spoke bitterly, "You give these motherfuckers an opening... and Mr. Copeland will find a way to shove a cactus up your fucking asshole! He doesn't give a shit about anything but stayin' up top."

Sanae nodded alongside Mokou and continued, she places her hand on Ruby's shoulder and continued what Mokou started... "Mr. Kenneth Copeland thought about the possibility of Joel Osteen potentially betraying whoever he's connected with... so he offed him, it's as you said... he got fucking Epstein'd."

Reimu chuckled at the thought, these motherfuckers were so obviously connected that it was hilarious... could this shit be any more obvious?

"Fuckin' pussies, we're gonna shred them all... we will fucking murder everyone who is affiliated with the Skibidi Toilets... blood, metal and fuckrage included!" Reimu shouted as she thrusted her hips eagerly in a pelvic thrust that mimicked the rumping and thumping moves of a porn star.

Reimu's declaration was met with resounding agreement from her brethren, their faces set with determination and their weapons at the ready, eager and rarin' to cut into the flesh of any unholy specimens of fuck, their Star-Spangled Fuck-rage burning through their elfonic souls of raging patriotism.

"You heard her, folks.. we not stopping until we've wiped out every last one of these Skibidi Toilet-loving bastards, I'll personally make sure to weld their assholes shut and contsruct one on their faces." Mokou added, her tone resolute as she gripped her rifle tightly and began stroking it gently, her loins pulsating wildly with excitement and sadistic glee.

Sanae's expression hardened as she scanned the auditorium which was now swathed with the organs and flesh of Joel Osteen, making what appeared to be a bloody version of a Jackson Pollock Painting, "No mercy for those who stand in our way. Copeland and his dick-tugging gooners are gonna get a taste of our fuckrage, fuck'em!" she declared, her voice echoing with conviction and borderline schizophrenic patriotism.

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The voice of the LA Knight appeared through the PARA-RAID device on Reimu's ear, he spoke with a slight drunken slur as he spoke through the device on the ears of the New England Patriots.

"Are you guys done eating n' shit? I've got to take a fucking shit back in the penthouse and it's uncomfortable as shit being on the Laptop all fucking day when i've got shit-stains on my fucking pants!"

The LA Knight roared angrily through the PARA-RAID device, urging Reimu to hurry her fucking ass up... Reimu explains that Ruby was still eating mashed potatoes and lobster Mac & Cheese.

Reimu chuckled at the impatience of the LA Knight, shaking her head at his colorful commentary which screamed of angry fuckrage which seeped out of his pores like blood and vinegar. She keyed her response into the PARA-RAID device, ensuring everyone could hear his desperation to take a shit.

"Alright, LA Knight, calm your fuggin' tits. Ruby's still working on those mashed potatoes and lobster Mac & Cheese, we'll wrap up here and head out soon once Ruby and Mokou finish eating their fill" Reimu replied, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Just hold on to your shit-stained pants for a bit longer, we're almost done homie~"

Ruby glanced up from her plate, her cheeks slightly flushed from her indulgence after devouring all of her meat and mashed potatoes "Almost done! Just a few more bites and we're through!" she called out cheerfully.

Dia rolled her eyes playfully at her sister's enthusiasm for the fine foods served from Joel Osteen, the now dead fuckmeister. "Come on, Ruby... we've got assholes to kick in Charleston, we can't give them any time to muck shit up" she teased, though there was an underlying sense of urgency in her tone as her loins pulsed with fervor.

As the New England Patriots finished their meal and prepared to depart, the LA Knight's impatient rant served as a reminder of the pressing task ahead of them... They couldn't afford to linger for long, not with Kenneth Copeland and his Skibidi Toilet cultists looming on the horizon and murdering people at unprecedented rates.

Reimu signaled to the group that it was time to move the fuck out. "Alright, let's wrap this shit up. Time to pay a visit to Kenneth Copeland and show him what the New England Patriots are made of, we ain't gonna let that fucker live" she declared, her eyes glinting with determination and fervorous fuckrage which caused her loins to pulsate and her mouth to breath hot fire.

With their bellies full and their resolve hardened, the New England Patriots readied themselves for the next phase of their mission—to confront Kenneth Copeland and put an end to the Skibidi Toilet cult that plagued the cities of Atlanta and Georgia respectively... such intensive bullshit shouldn't be allowed to exist, fucking pieces of fucking fuck assholes.

Mokou finished her mashed potatoes and patted her belly eagerly, the former ghetto chick had greatly enjoyed this meal of butter and fat... it hit the damn spot and caused Mokou to moan in pleasure from the intensive pleasure of the meat which fucked her tastebuds senseless.

As the New England Patriots finished their meal and prepared to face Kenneth Copeland, Mokou's satisfied moan drew a few chuckles from the group. Reimu grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement at seeing someone moan over food.

"Alright, Mokou, save some of that energy for our encounter with Kenneth Copeland. We're gonna need that fuckrage of yours, feel free to rub one out once we finish spilling his organs over the floor" Reimu teased, her tone light but serious and filled with intensive fuckrage and eager blood-lust "Let's make sure this mission counts. No more bullshit from these cult assholes... the Cleanse must continue."

Kaguya adjusted her gear and fine-tuned it to her liking, her expression focused on the future task which loomed before them "We'll show Kenneth Copeland what happens when he messes with the New England Patriots, time to slay his piece of shit army full of gooners and coomers" she said firmly, her voice carrying the weight of their mission and her resolve to rock the fuck out and slay the legion of fuck.

"By the time we slay those pieces of fuck, perhaps LA Knight will give us some advice on what the actual fuck is the plan of these pieces of fuck, perhaps we can get Copeland to spill the fucking beans... though I assume that fuckface will probably get Epstein'd just like Joel Osteen did... fucking cowardly bitches" Ranted Sanae, her nipples hardening as her arousal for blood-lust grew and expanded rapidly, spreading through her bloodstream and filling her with an even higher plane of intensive fuck-rage, "Because fuck me... I want to get back to watching sports and watching Sam Darnold kick everyone's ass in the NFL, fuck this apocalypse bullshit."

"Yeah fuck this hououin bullshit, I just wanna get back on reddit and playing video games n' shit, but guess not..." Kaguya spoke bitterly as she stroked her gun like one would to a cock, "It's all horseshit and I wish to return back to my previous lifestyle."

"Quit whinin' you fucking babies, not even Ruby is whining n' shit... quit that whiny weak away from us, we're the New England Patriots... not the New England Whiners" Reimu barked back, pressing her loaded gun against Kaguya's cheek for threatening to satisfy her sexual urges at this moment.

"We'll let you rub one out after we slay the Charleston Cult of Skibidi, I'm a simple woman... I like food, blood and heavy metal... I ain't into this new corporate pop shit" Reimu responded, earning the respect from Mokou.

"Das right, pop sucks bawls... I'd rather listen to hardcore gang shit and soon enough, we gonna be smoking that Copeland Pack"

Fujiwara No Mokou responded to Reimu's words as she thought back to the ghettos, listening to all sorts of hardcore shit such as rap, death metal, hellish screams and the sick beats of Axel F.

Recommended Listening: Batman Begins theme

"Uhm guys... I-I'm ready... lets go..."

Ruby responded shyly as she finished her meal, Mokou quickly followed after Ruby Kurosawa and tossed the white plate against the wall with such velocity that it broke the sound barrier and promptly shattered in half...

"Haha... let's go, time have some fun and rub one off... nothing more fun than slaying Skibidi Fuckwits and splattering their corpses over our loins and titillating tits" Mokou chuckled sadistically as Reimu took her sights towards the doors leading out of the auditorium... but before she did...

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!

"Finally got to turn that bullshit ear-raping sound off, can't believe I didn't think of doing that shit earlier..."

The music was unimaginably awful and filled with the ear-raping qualities which blended the harmonious dying squeals of electronic goats while also combining the ear-piercing sound of nails being dragged against an electro-infused chalkboard and somehow, Joel Osteen loved that super-sonic, ear-raping, music defiling bullshit that had been blasted across the auditorium and only now did the Reimu Hakurei finally turn that awful piece of shit off with the power of guns... but for good measure, she stabbed the stereo with T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ over and over again repeatedly... she was taking out her anger on this sorry excuse of equipment, murdering the fuck out of it and tossing its corpse into the wall just like the white plate, splitting it in half and leading to a miniature explosion which further bloodified the corpse of the former Fuckmeister that was once Joel Osteen.

As the New England Patriots burst through the doors of the Lakewood Church, the grim aftermath of their battle with Joel Osteen's followers greeted them with silent horror as the once grand halls of the Lakewood church were now desolate, littered with the remains of dirty X-nauts, cultists and Skibidi Toilets who had been shattered into millions of pieces with blood and gore, their bodies twisted and broken in grotesque poses and their guts and innards spilling out like spaghetti.

Bloodstains marked the walls and floors with vicious streaks of red, serving as grim reminders of the fierce struggle that had taken place and all of the murder that Reimu and the rest of the New England Patriots had committed upon these fools, the air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the lingering aura of violence and raw unadulterated fuckrage and fuck-fury which consumed them all, but it would not engulf their souls.

Reimu Hakurei and her companions surveyed the scene with hardened resolve and eternal fuckrage. This was the price of their mission—to confront and destroy those who sought to spread chaos and deception in the name of the Skibidi Toilet cult... fuckwraiths who deserved to be cleansed and wiped the fuck out with all piss and vinegar.

"Keep moving," Reimu commanded, her voice cutting through the somber silence. "We're not done yet. Kenneth Copeland is next."

The New England Patriots moved forward, their footsteps echoing in the empty halls filled with death and raw fuck-rage. Each of them carried the weight of the battle they had just faced after the fall of Joel Osteen, but their determination to stop Copeland and dismantle the cult burned brighter than ever... they sought only to destroy this bullshit and blasphemy which had tainted the nation of the United States of America.

As they ventured out of the Lakewood church of Joel Osteen, the sky outside was tinted with the hues of dusk, casting an eerie glow over the world and the nation that they had been raptured to. The city of Atlanta sprawled before them, its streets loud and chaotic... filled with the bloody stench of death that lingered across the grand city and as they made it to the front of the Church entrance, Reimu saw the glorious and harrowing sight of the flag of the United States of America... it flew above the fiery hellscape of Atlanta, Georgia... the flag riddled with bullet holes yet still flying above the chaotic fuck-scene.

The sight of the United States flag, scarred by the ravages of battle and chaos yet steadfast in its presence stirred something deep within the souls of these American Patriots, swathed in their lust for American Patriotism... the New England Patriots.

It was a symbol of the nation they sought to protect—a nation tainted by the unprecidented and unholy pieces of shit that called themselves the Skibidi Toilets. those motherfucking pieces of porcelain bullshit had brought their anarcho-communist ideals and their ideology and worship was spreading like wildfire, it was like a metastatic brain cancer which had spread to the brain and tainted the entire human body and in this case, it was the Nation of the United States of America.. whose ideology of freedom and fuck-fury was being tainted and beaten down by Skibidi Toilets, Reimu wondered if they were a communist plant... but they had spread everywhere and the trenches of Communism were now spreading everywhere in the United States, the cities of Atlanta, Georgia and Charleston, South Carolina were bastions of communism which must be rooted out before more communism can spread through America like it did to Jacksonville under the rule of the parasite-riddled brain of the late SpongeBob SquarePants.

"Look at that United States flag," Reimu muttered as she pointed at the American flag which flew in the distance, her voice carrying a mixture of determination and grim contemplation at this holy sight that marked the spirit of the United States of America, "It's been through hell, just like us. But it's still standing and we owe it to this nation to rid it of these communist bastards which plague this great nation, that flag has endured hell and back, dating back to the American Revolution!"

Her companions nodded solemnly, their eyes fixed on the distant horizon where Charleston, South Carolina awaited them, yet another battleground in their fight against the Skibidi Toilets, the second leg of the Skibidi Toilet Cult which had plagued the Bible Belt of the Southeast, the ultra religious had been swayed and manipulated to worship the Skibidi Toilet above the word of the lord or any other religion they followed or perhaps they were all manipulated or brainwashed... nobody knew the answer to that beyond the fuck-heads that Kenneth Copeland was associated with and Kenneth Copeland himself, that unyielding piece of fuck who had enough power to even call a hit on Joel Osteen of all people, the so-called fuckmeister who had ruled Atlanta, Georgia.

"We'll make those Skibidi Toilets regret the day they set foot on American soil, I ain't getting my ass shot by thugs an' fuckin' crackas to lose to a bunch of Skibidi Toilets..." Mokou growled angrily, her grip tightening on her weapon. "No more bullshit. No more lies. We'll show them what real AMERICAN FUCKRAGE looks like."

Mokou spoke with a voice that could only be summed up as elfin fuckrage, she hated Skibidi Toilets and their followers and desired nothing more than the destruction of everything Skibidi, either human or toilet.

The New England Patriots exchanged glances, their expressions hardened with resolve to eliminate, terminate, genocide, cleanse and erase all traces of Skibidi Toilet fuckery. They knew the road ahead would be treacherous and horrific, but they were prepared to face whatever challenges awaited them... and their third hit was going to be on Kenneth Copeland, have that fucker spill the beans and explain the fuckery going on in this situation, to explain what the fucking plan was regarding the bullshit that was the Skibidi-Pocalypse which had struck America so damn quickly, that it had brought the nation to shit and the looming threat of Kenneth Copeland and whoever he was affliated with was much too severe for them to ignore.

With the stars and stripes as their guiding beacon, the New England Patriots embarked on their journey of death and heavy metal, they begun their trek towards Charleston with the weight of their nation's hopes resting upon their shoulders. It was a battle they couldn't afford to lose... it really was the Anti-Toilet Alliance: The Great Hope and Despair.

As they ventured forth into the chaotic streets of Atlanta, Georgia... Kaguya's loins pulsed as she dodged a bullet which whizzed past her head, she had the Kaguya Senses which were now tingling... she leapt into action and found the assailant, a cowardly and dirty X-Naut who was trying to snipe the New England Patriots from the window... fucking camper, he deserves what's coming next.

"Get Rekt Son"

Kaguya spoke menacingly as she dug her hands into the throat of the X-Naut and ripped his spinal cord out violently, tossing the fucking thing on the floor and shattering it into pieces.

"God-damn... coulnd't you have just shot the fucker dead or somethin' ain't no reason to go so violent..." Dia spoke with slight revulsion, Kaguya punts the corpse of the now dead X-Naut across Atlanta, Georgia where it landed atop a tall building, getting speared by the great antenna of the Bank of America Plaza tower... skewering the fuck out of it and leaving a grizzly symbol as to what Reimu and her comrades did to the cult which ran Atlanta, Georgia.

"Nah, he deserved it... fuckin' rat bastard" Kaguya responded with a cruel smirk, observing the skewered corpse atop the tower... Reimu and Mokou gave Kaguya pats on the back for her efforts as she fuckslayed the fuck out of the fucker.

"Nice work, Kaguya... skewered that fuck like he came out of Fogo de Chao" Reimu remarked cunningly, her voice tinged with grim satisfaction and sardonic glee, "These scumbags need to learn what happens when they mess with the New England Patriots."

Mokou grinned devilishly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as her tits hardened upder immense pressure, "That'll teach 'em to hide their fuckin' asses, let em' weep and eat shit!"

With the threat neutralized by Kaguya Houraisan of The New England Patriots, they resumed their advance through the chaotic streets of Atlanta, Georgia. Every corner held dangers beyond their wildest imaginations, but they were undeterred and their loins were fueled by a righteous fury to cleanse the city of its Skibidi Toilet infestation and the obscene bullshit which was spreading through the city like a giant fart cloud, it was fucking horrid and caused all of their spastic colons to churn in disgust rapidly and they all vomited steam which came in red, white and blue... the colors of AMERICA.

Reimu decapitates the corpse of a fallen X-Naut soldier as she located their vehicle which was located within the dense forest that surrounded the city of Atlanta, Georgia... the dense shrubbery had luckily kept Skibidi Toilets, X-Nauts, Cultists and other unspeakable pieces of shit from locating their vehicle which was left untouched from where they had previously embarked.

"Hah... would you look at that, those motherfucking pieces of shit didn't even dare to find this fucking thing..." Reimu boasted like a petulant fuck-head, being the petulant fuck-head that she usually was... Reimu then opens the doors and climbs into the drivers seat of the vehicle.

As Reimu settled into the driver's seat of their vehicle, the rest of the New England Patriots gathered around it. The vehicle, a rugged and sturdy Jeep Gladiator which was armed to the teeth with various weapons, ammunition and other things that they had stored inside of the Jeep Gladiator. it seemed to be their only refuge in the chaos of Atlanta's streets... the car was probably more relaxing than any of the places that the vast majority of fuckwits and hobos stayed at, Sanae took shotgun position opposite of Reimu Hakurei, such was fitting of Sanae's position as the second-in-command to none other than Reimu Hakurei herself.

"Nice, looks like we kept this fucking car secret eh? Good thing all of our enemies are special ed, it's almost conveninent it seems" Mokou chimed in, her gaze sweeping over the vehicle appreciatively as she thrusted her hips eagerly "Let's get out of this shithole and head towards Charleston. Copeland won't know what hit him... we gonna fling shit in his face and murder the fuck outta him, then we gonna smoke that Copeland Pack."

Ruby nodded eagerly, her eyes alight with determination and amusement at Mokou's proposal, "I'm ready to kick some more Skibidi Toilet ass! Charleston's waiting for us to bring the pain... we gonna throw a fuckin' fiesta after we merc that motherfucking piece of shit outta existence."

With a sense of relief and determination, Reimu settled into the driver's seat of their vehicle and was ready to lead her comrades out of the war-torn streets of Atlanta and into the shittier city of Charleston. The interior of the vehicle provided a brief respite from the chaos outside, offering a moment of calm amidst the storm of violence and bloodshed which existed outside of the city.

As her comrades piled into the vehicle eagerly, Reimu started the engine and began to navigate their way through the dense forest surrounding the city which was once Atlanta, Georgia. The towering trees provided cover from prying eyes and hostile forces, allowing them to move undetected as they made their escape from the shitty city.

The engine roared to life, its powerful hum echoing through the forest as they sped away from the city of Atlanta, Georgia which was now disappearing in the distance. Reimu gripped the steering wheel with determination, and sardonic fuck-fury, fuck-rage and fuck-powers as her eyes focused on the path ahead as she guided them towards their next destination: Charleston, South Carolina... home of the cult of Skibidi Toilet, one of the many bastions of Anarcho-Communism which had begun spreading through America... those motherfucking toilet bastards had begun spreading their propaganda and ever since the death of SpongeBob SquarePants, Reimu had been skeptical of those pieces of utter baloney and bullshit.

For those motherfucking pieces of shit to have parasitic forms which could infect its host to spread Anarcho-Communist ideals, who knows what those motherfucking pieces of shit were planning... could Kenneth Copeland be a victim of parasitic Skibidi Toilets that forced him to worship them... or was he just an utter piece of fucking dog-shit which was better off dead than alive.

"Everyone hold on tight, I don't want anyone having their head churned into pulp by the sheer fuck=rocity of this bad-boy! FUCK YEAH!" Reimu called out over the roar of the engine. "We're getting the hell out of here and heading straight for Copeland's doorstep. No more bullshit, no more distractions. It's time to end this piece of shit cult once and for all and to liberate the fucking Bible Belt from this Skibidi Toilet Religion."

Her words resonated with her comrades, it's time to fulfill their goal of the annihilation of the Skibidi Toilet across the United States of America and they had hopped from Jacksonville to Atlanta, next on the list was Charleston, South Carolina and when they finished with Copeland and that piece of shit cult... Reimu would consult the words of the LA Knight to dig-up more dirty shit that comes from the Skibidi Toilets after they had devastated the land of the United States of America.

With determination blazing in their eyes and the engine roaring beneath them, the New England Patriots hurtled through the forest towards their next target: Charleston, South Carolina. Reimu's resolve was unwavering as she steered the vehicle with purpose, her mind focused on the imminent confrontation with Kenneth Copeland and his Skibidi Toilet cult.

As they sped along the winding forest roads which led out from Atlanta, Georgia, the atmosphere inside the vehicle was tense yet charged with anticipated fuckrage and eager blood-lust which pulsated in their thicc thighs.

"We're going to tear through that cult like a tornado through a trailer park, we'll splatter their blood across the fuckin' ground and leave their corpses to feed the plants as fertilizer while fucking the shit out of their cult with max penetration." Mokou declared, her eyes gleaming with a fiery fuck-fury.

The voice of the LA Knight could be heard through the PARA-RAID device which was on their ears, Reimu tapped the device and heard the voice of the LA Knight through the device.

"Alright, now that i've finally taken care of that damn shit... I've provided you with the directions to Charleston... just a warnin' it's a whack-ass place, but I suppose it's fit for a whack-ass motherfucker like you, Reimu"

The LA Knight spoke through the speaker as his voice crackled through, Reimu nodded and chuckled slightly at his joke... Reimu was a whack-ass motherfucker and proud of it as well... she was an unhinged piece of shit.

Reimu grinned as she listened to the LA Knight's voice crackling through the PARA-RAID device. "Oh, you know me homie, always up for some whack-ass adventures and fuckslaying because quite frankly, slaying filthy Skibidi Toilets turns me on more than any porn in the world" she replied with a chuckle. "Thanks for the directions, LA Knight. We'll make sure to bring back some souvenirs from Charleston... I dunno, like the severed head of a Skibidi Toilet or some shit like that."

The LA Knight's voice came through again, slightly distorted but still audible. "Just remember, Reimu, Charleston ain't your typical stroll in the park. Copeland's got his gooners and coomers lurking everywhere. Watch your back out there or one of those fucks is gonna give you a sticky blast off an' trust me, if you get some of that shit in your eye, it's gonna fuckin' BERN!"

"We'll be ready for whatever comes our way, nothing stands before a patriot and patriotism... not even the bastions of Skibidi Toilets and fuck-wraiths" Reimu assured him with a chillax tone, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. "And hey, if things get too hairy... I'll just send Mokou to light up the whole damn city with bullets, I know she's fully willing to go ballistic fuck-rage on those pieces of shit, she gets off on it... it's her kinda porn."

Mokou, was seated in the back and stroking her gun furiously, thinking of the penis that she never had in her life before... "You got it, Reimu... you know I'm a simple woman, I like to fuck shit up... splitting assholes asunder with a rifle is nothing... I'll have them all meet the American Dream."

The LA Knight's voice crackled once more through the PARA-RAID device, sounding with the drunken slur that usually accompanied the LA Knight "Stay safe out there, Reimu Hakurei andnd remember, watch out for those Skibidi Toilets. Those fuckers are more dangerous than they look... also make sure to be cautious around Kenneth Copeland and his army of Gooners and Coomers."

Reimu nodded, her expression serious and filled with elfonic fuck-rage "Got it, LA Knight. We'll handle them like we handle everything else—head on and with maximum fuckrage... I've handled shit like this before, ain't nothing an American-born patriot like me can't handle..."

With the LA Knight's warning in mind, the New England Patriots continued their journey towards Charleston, South Carolina... their determination unyielding and their spirits ablaze with the desire to put an end to the Skibidi Toilet cult once and for all. They were ready for whatever awaited them in the city ahead.

"Hey Faggot! keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle!" Reimu bellowed upon the trembling form of Ruby Kurosawa who shook nervously as she had begun sticking her arms out of the windows much to the chagrin of Reimu Hakurei, the American Patriot.

"I ain't wanna see any of that weak-sauce shit or I'm gonna splatter your brain across this god-damn car like something out of DOOM."

Reimu had no problems with blackmailing her own group, Ruby Kurosawa had no choice but to comply with the terrifying words of Reimu Hakurei who would surely murder the fuck out of her like she had done to various Skibidi Toilets, Cultists, X-Nauts and a whole bunch of other unspeakable piles of fuck which were defined by their allegiance to the Skibidi Toilet and The Communist Movement of the United States of America.

Ruby Kurosawa, terrified by Reimu's words, quickly complied, pulling her arms back inside the vehicle. The memory of Reimu's sheer brutality of fuckrage towards their enemies—Skibidi Toilets, cultists, X-Nauts, and countless other fuckwraiths left no doubt in Ruby's mind that Reimu would follow through on her threats and surely fuck her up and murder the fuck out of her corpse and send her on a death spiral to the fourth dimension.

The New England Patriots vehicle roared down the road and barreled through hordes of protesters and Skibidi Toilets, the dense forest eventually giving way to the sprawling outskirts of Charleston, South Carolina and as they approached the looming city, the atmosphere grew even tenser with elfin fuckrage, the air thick with the promise of the imminent showdown and cataclysmic fuckrage. Copeland and his twisted cult awaited them at the city of Charleston, South Carolina... but the spasti colons of the American Patriots were revved up and ready for whatever sort of spastic shit coming at them.

"Alright, listen up!" Reimu barked as they neared their destination. "This is it. We're taking down Copeland and his whole damn operation and followers. No mercy, no hesitation. We're the New England Patriots, and we're gonna fuck them up and sodomize their assholes with a porcupine filled with lighter fluid and poison!"

Mokou grinned wickedly, her hand stroking her weapon like a lover would to their husband's penis "Let's show these motherfuckers what happens when they mess with us, we penetrate their defenses deeply and finish inside of them!"

The city of Charleston, South Carolina, loomed on the horizon, a sprawling metropolis where the past and future collided in a harrowing juxtaposition of sex, blood and sardonic Tom Ford Fuckery. The skyline, once renowned for its historical charm and antebellum architecture, now bore the scars of a nation at war with itself and was mixed with the ultra-industrial neo-fuckscape that resembled that of Mao Tse-Tung China. The setting sun cast an eerie glow over the city, painting the sky in shades of crimson and amber, a backdrop to the desolate beauty of Charleston which was now fucked over by Hammers, Sickles and roaming Skibidi Toilets which ripped humans apart unless they dared to bow before them.

The iconic Ravenel Bridge stretched across the Cooper River which was blood-stained and redder than the Republican South, its sleek lines and towering pylons standing as sentinels against the encroaching darkness which encroached upon the City of Charleston after the Skibidi Toilets had arrived and subsequently ruined everything and had begun spreading their ideology across the United States of America,. Even this marvel of engineering and human intellect had showed signs of the conflict that had ravaged the city. Sections of the bridge were marred by explosions, steel beams twisted and bent like grotesque sculptures and on the side of the bridge was none other than the Hammer & Sickle The once steady flow of traffic had dwindled and the bridge once named after an American had now been rebranded to the Bridge of Stalingrad.

Historic church steeples, symbols of Charleston's deep-rooted faith and resilience, pierced the skyline of the once Christian city. The St. Michael's Episcopal Church, with its towering white steeple still stood tall, though its facade was pockmarked by bullet holes and soot-stained from recent fires and the bells, once tolling for weddings and Sunday services had long been replaced, large swaths of the Church had been torn apart and replaced for the Church led by Kenneth Copeland, a symbol of the lowering religious significance in America and the general switch to the Prosperity Gospel and when that wasn't enough, Kenneth Copeland had embraced the Skibidi Toilet religion which worshipped none other than the G-Man Toilet, a large and massive Skibidi Toilet which ruled over them all... Kenneth Copeland had whole-heartedly embraced Toiletism which had also led him to embracing the Anarcho-Communist ideologies of the Skibidi Toilet.

"Wow, this place looks like SHIT!" Spoke Dia Kurosawa as she observed the swaths of death and violence that surrounded the City of Charleston, a city consumed by its cult of Skibidi Toilets.

"Yeah, looks like someone puked on a pile of shit, get this fake-ass religious fuckery out of this fucking place... and why all the Tom Ford?!" Yelled Kaguya who stroked her rifle with elfin fervor, thinking about how she was going to split the fiery skulls of demonic fuckfarts asunder with nothing but her trusty rifle and a bit of lead.

Reimu gripped the wheel of the vehicle tightly as she led the New England Patriots through the outskirts of Charleston, South Carolina... navigating through the ruins and remnants of what was once a bustling city which was now maoist style industrial fuckland of nuclear waste and mutilated skulls. The vehicle swerved to avoid debris and the occasional wandering Skibidi Toilet, its headlights cutting through the encroaching darkness like a 1000 degree challenge knife through a gnarled skull, The New England Patriots' mission was clear, cleanse Charleston of its cult infestation and bring an end to Kenneth Copeland's reign of terror and demand answers from the motherfucker who sought ruin and carnage across the landscape.

As they approached the beating heart of the city, the desolation grew more pronounced with every encroaching meter. Buildings that once housed thriving businesses now stood as crumbling monuments to the chaos that had engulfed Charleston, buildings and businesses were burnt and torn asunder like a BLM protest, ruined bodies splattered across the elfin fuckscape as many rogue bandits and cultists battled for territory and land, though the bandits were always killed off by hordes of cultists who wore bloody red turbans which were swathed with the blood of a fallen eagle... symbolizing the death of America and the rise of the Skibidi Toilets. The air was thick with the stench of burning flesh and cordite, The New England Patriots' vehicle roared down the bloody streets of Charleston, its engine a defiant growl against the silence of the apocalyptic fuckfarts.

"Keep your eyes peeled, everyone. We're in the thick of it now, time to slay and kill!" Reimu warned, her voice cutting through the tension in the vehicle. "We're not just fighting for Charleston—we're fighting for the soul of America... and that starts by fuckslaying the fuck out of these fucking fuckers!"

Reimu cried out as she plunged T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ into the chicken neck of a cultist, splattering blood and shit across the floor before tossing its gnarled head to Sanae for the vicious alley oop which blew the head into pieces asunder.

Mokou chuckled darkly as she witnessed Reimu's ruthless efficiency in cultist murder. The blood-soaked scene before her was both a testament to their mission and a reminder of the brutality required to cleanse Charleston of its Skibidi Toilet infestation... it's fuckslaying time!

"Nice shot, Reimu! That alley-oop was a slam dunk and lit as fuck" Mokou jeered, her voice tinged with sadistic satisfaction as her loins tingled in sexual pleasure. She stepped forward, her eyes scanning the street for more cultists and their shitty Toilet Worshippin' ways. "These cultist fucks won't know what hit them. Time to paint Charleston red with their blood and water the gardens of America with Cultist blood, FUCK YEAH!"

The eerie glow of the setting sun cast long shadows across the ravaged city of Charleston, illuminating the bloody turbans of the fallen cultists and their gnarled corpses... Mokou's hands tightened around her weapon as she prepared to unleash her own brand of fiery vigilante justice upon these fucks. Her heart pounded with anticipation, each beat fueling her resolve to eradicate the Skibidi Toilet menace and cleanse America the Beautiful of the fucking fuckers.

"You think you're tough with your bloody turbans and your eagle-killing bullshit? Well fuck you, I'm Fujiwara No Mokou and I used to fuck you guys back in Los Angeles!" Mokou taunted as she approached a group of cultists who had emerged from the ruins.

With a swift, fluid motion, Mokou raised her elfin fuckrifle and unleashed a torrent of bullets upon the cultists, engulfing the cultists in a searing inferno of lead and blood... Their screams echoed through the desolate streets of Charleston and creating a symphonic fuck-scream of agony that brought a twisted smile to Mokou's parched lips, the bullets caused the fuckers to start dancing a vicious bloody dance in front of her eyes, smirking as the cultists collapsed like ragdolls who had been ripped apart with sonic bursts and knives.

"That's how you handle those pieces of shit," Mokou said with a grin, turning back to her comrades. "Who's next, I could kill these fuckers all day... ain't no better way to cool off in the hot summer day then by spraying their viscera across my loins!"

Mokou gripped the corpses of the fallen cultists and smashed their heads asunder with a vicious stomp before tossing them into the drains for Pennywise to collect later, that fuckin' clown.

Ruby Kurosawa was visibly shaken by the violence and brutality around her and perpetuated by Mokou, she clutched her weapon tightly, her knuckles white with fear. She took a tentative step forward, her voice trembling as she spoke towards the rest of the New England Patriots.

"Uh... Mokou, I-I don't think I can handle this... It's too much... All this blood and killing... I didn't sign up for this to be this intense..." Ruby stammered, her eyes wide with fear and loathing... She glanced at the fallen cultists, their bodies riddled with bullet holes and drenched in blood, and felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

"Ahh this again, I told you to quit bein' a fuckin' pussy" Reimu responded as she rolled her eyes at Ruby Kurosawa and looked at her with disgust, "We ain't a bunch of sissies like the Communists, we're fuckin' American Capitalists... don't give me none of that weak-sauce sissy shit... the last thing I want is a retarded fag on our group."

Ruby flinched at Reimu's cruel words, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to steady her trembling hands after being ripped apart by Reimu Hakurei. She had known this mission would be brutal, but the reality of it was overwhelming... Mokou's brutal actions had already shaken her and now Reimu's scathing tirade made her feel even more isolated and fearful, she felt weak as shit...

Mokou was still standing over the mangled corpses of the cultists and promptly took a step back and sighed, her expression softening as she noticed Ruby's distress. "Oi Reimu! Keep this shit PC, no more fuckin' R-words or gay slurs you fuckin' hoe, lay off her. We're all in this together and tearing each other down like a bunch of crazy Eagles fans ain't gonna help our fuckin' cause, let me knock some sense into this bitch!" She said, Mokou felt her loins lose their tingling as she lost her arousal from slaying and focused on Ruby Kurosawa.

Reimu glared at Fujiwara No Mokou but said nothing in return, her anger still simmering beneath the surface after seeing the cowardly nature of Ruby Kurosawa, much to the chagrin of Dia Kurosawa.

Mokou turned to Ruby, her eyes meeting the younger red-haired school idol. "Look, kiddo... I know this is a lot to handle and it's kinda fucked up, It's brutal and it's messy, but we're fighting for something bigger than ourselves... the fuckin' flag and you've got more strength in you than you realize... don't let fear control you and let your loins pulse with arousal, let yourself ROCK THE FUCK OUT!. We're here to back you up, but you gotta find that fire inside you too... we call that fire Fuckrage"

Ruby took a shaky breath, nodding slightly. "I'll try... I'll do my best, I'll try to develop Fuckrage..." she whispered, wiping away her tears. "For America. For all of us!"

Mokou gave her a reassuring nod before turning her attention back to the blood-soaked streets of Charleston and stroking her rifle. "Alright, let's keep moving. We've got a job to do and these Skibidi Toilet fuckers aren't gonna kill themselves... fuckin' bastards."

Sanae felt her spastic colon churning as her ears twitched and moved around at the thought of slaying some cultists, she observed the scene... letting the euphoria of fuckslaying wash over her as she looked at Reimu with a determined nod.

"Fuckslaying time?" Sanae asked, looking at Reimu quizzically as her hands tremble in excitement at the prospects of murdering those blasphemous cultists with her hands, her titillating tits and nipples hardening in murderous arousal.

Reimu grinned wickedly at Sanae's question, her eyes flashing with anticipation in committing a brutal act of Americanism. "Hell yeah, it's fuckslaying time!" Reimu declared, her voice tinged with excitement as her abs pulsed eagerly. "Time to show these cultist fuckers what happens when they mess with the New England Patriots... the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo!"

With a swift motion, Reimu drew her weapon, T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷ from its holster, the glint of steel catching the dim light of the blood-stained streets which were splattered in cultist and bandit blood. "Let's fuckin' do this, time to rock the fuck out!" she growled, her blood pumping with adrenaline and fuckrage.

Sanae nodded eagerly, her own weapon at the ready as her body was thrumming with energy which came in the form of fuckrage, hormones and raw arousal. "I'm ready to fuckslay some cultists and rip the balls off of Kenneth Copeland" she declared, her voice filled with determination. "Let's show them the wrath of the New England Patriots."

With a battle cry that echoed through the desolate streets of Charleston, the New England Patriots charged forward, their weapons blazing and their hearts filled with fuckrage. They were ready to unleash hell upon the cultists that dared to stand in their way and nothing would stop them from achieving their goal of purging the city of the Skibidi Toilet filth.

"Tonight... we shall have Kenneth Copeland defeated and we shall rip his balls off and hopefully have that fucker spill the beans on what the shit is going on in this country..." Kaguya Houraisan declared as she waved her gun around menacingly, preparing to go ballistic with animalistic fuckrage whenever she got the chance to do so.

The New England Patriots surged forward, their determination unwavering as they advanced through the chaos of Charleston, South Carolina with elfin fervor. The streets were a battleground of unspeakable fucking hardcore metal fucking and filled with the sounds of gunfire, screams, and the clash of steel against steel as they engaged the cultists in fierce combat of unprecedented magnitude.

Reimu led the charge of the New England Patriots, her weapon cutting through the air with deadly precision as she mowed down any cultist foolish enough to stand in her motherfucking way. Beside her, Mokou unleashed torrents of fire from her weapons, splattering their blood in a staunch and violent mixture of blood and heavy metal.

Sanae fought with a ferocity born of righteous fuck-fury, her movements swift and precise as a razor as she dispatched her enemies with deadly accuracy and fucked up, mangled corpses.

Kaguya was fueled by a thirst for vengeance and bloodshed, she unleashed a barrage of bullets upon the Skibidi cultists, her shots finding their mark with deadly accuracy and splattering the remains across the bloody ground before, killing the cultists in a brutish display of dipshittery.

Behind Kaguya and Sanae was Dia and Ruby Kurosawa who had combined their ferocious firepower into a twisted scene of bloody murder, murdering the fuck out of the Skibidi Toilets, Cultists and all other forms of unspeakable fuckshit that was daring to approach the New England Patriots.

"Eek... t-their organs are splashing onto the ground..."

Ruby Kurosawa stammered as Dia Kurosawa ripped hearts out with her bare hands, shoving grenades into the mouths of rabid Skibidi Toilets and blowing their remains into millions of bloody bits of death which stained the concrete ground with elfin fervor.

"Where the fuck are we headin' anyways, Reimu? I ain't see no fuckin' church" Sanae cries out as she felt her tits harden in anger.

Reimu was covered and swathed in the mixed blood of fallen cultists and Skibidi Toilets alike, she turned back to Sanae with a look of intense fuck-fury and disgust. Her grip tightened on T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷, the massive weapon that had become an extension of her own rage... once a humble candlestick.

"We're headed to the Kenneth Copeland Ministries Building, Sanae! Are you fucking stupid? I don't know where the fuck it is but I'll probably get a fucking response from the LA Knight!" Reimu barked angrily, her voice cutting through the chaos with no bullshit and all fuck-rage!. "That's where that son of a bitch is holed up with his fucking cult and we're gonna tear that place apart and make him regret ever fucking with us. Keep moving and keep killing, we ain't stopping until we wipe this place clean!"

The New England Patriots continued their relentless advance through the city of Charleston, South Carolina, their path a trail of destruction and death as they pushed through the city towards their target... Kenneth Copeland.

Every step brought them closer to the heart of the Skibidi Toilet cult which plagued the south of the United States, formerly known as the Bible Belt and they were ready to unleash hell upon Kenneth Copeland and his followers for treason against the United States of America, fucking communist sympathizing Skibidi Toilet loving scum!

Dia was covered in blood and grinning with manic glee which was a far cry from the loving sister she was to Ruby Kurosawa, she threw another grenade into a group of cultists, their bodies disintegrating into a cloud of blood and viscera. "Let's fucking do this! Time to take back America, one city at a fucking time!" she shouted, her voice filled with a bloodthirsty joy and gleefully murderous intent.

Dia pulled out another grenade and tossed it at a group of Skibidi Toilets which had congregated near a dead body of a fallen bandit, ripping its bones apart and devouring it like a group of lions devouring a fallen gazelle.

The grenade exploded with an infernal cast and caused the shattered porcelain bowls to shatter into millions of small white porcelain pieces... causing many other Skibidi Toilets to flee the scene after witnessing the brutality of Dia Kurosawa.

Reimu and the group arrive at an intersection which was filled with corpses belonging to rogue bandits who had failed to embrace the cult of Skibidi Toilet, Mokou spoke up with a rough tone which was filled with righteous fuckrage and fuckfury.

Mokou looked around at the intersection littered with the corpses of rogue bandits which had been stacked up like piles of useless sissies after the rise of the Skibidi Toilets, the stench of death thick in the air. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the sight, and she cracked her knuckles with a menacing smirk as she obserbed this massive pile of dead corpses.

"Look at these sorry-ass motherfuckers, fuckin' pansies" Mokou spat, her voice dripping with contempt at this pile of dead fucks. "Thought they could take on the cult and failed miserably. This is what happens when you ain't got the fuck-fire and fuck-fury of true Patriots. We're gonna show these Skibidi Toilets and their followers what real American power looks like..."

She kicked one of the corpses aside and launched it to the fucking moon, clearing a path for the group. "Listen up, bitches. We're at the crossroads, both literally and figuratively. This is where we decide the fate of Charleston and send a message to the rest of the country... to all those Skibidi Toilets and their fucking bullshit ideals! Kenneth Copeland's time is up. We're gonna march right into that Ministries Building, rip out his spine, and use it to fuckin' floss and we're going to rip out his fucking balls and use it for a broth."

Mokou's eyes burned with a fierce intensity as she continued, "So tighten your grips, steady your aim and keep that fuckrage burning through your fucking hearts. We're not just fighting for ourselves; we're fighting for every American who still believes in freedom and the right to live without the fuckin' tyranny of these porcelain pricks...!"

She glanced at each member of the New England Patriots, her gaze unwavering. "Let's move out and show 'em what true Patriots are made of... We take Charleston back and then we take back the whole goddamn country. No mercy, no retreat. For America! USA USA USA!"

With a rallying cry of death and metal, Mokou led the charge forward, her confidence and ferocity igniting a renewed sense of purpose in her comrades which came from the fuckrage burning throught their hearts, The New England Patriots surged ahead towards the downtown of Charleston, ready to bring their brand of justice to the heart of the Skibidi Toilet cult and reclaim their nation from the clutches of the Skibidi Toilets.

"That's cool and all, but guess what... I'm the fuckin' leader here" Reimu remarked as she led the New England Patriots towards the downtown of Charleston which was now filled with many evil-looking skyscrapers and large factories.

Reimu's voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a blade through flesh and blood, her words dripping with authority of the assholish variety. She raised her weapon high, a symbol of her leadership and unwavering resolve of the New England Patriots.

"Listen up, you sorry bunch of misfits," Reimu barked, her eyes scanning each member of the New England Patriots with a steely gaze of fuck. "I may have been born a fuckin' whack-ass motherfucker, but I'm also the one who's gonna lead us to victory. So you better listen up and follow my lead or I'll rip your fuckin' guts out myself."

Mokou rolled her eyes and snarled at this petulant display of arrogance out of Reimu Hakurei, fucking bitch...

Reimu Hakurei pointed ahead towards the towering skyscrapers and factories that loomed in the distance, their dark silhouettes casting long shadows over the desolate streets of Charleston and utterly ruining the southern charm of the city. "We've got a job to do, and that job is to take down Kenneth Copeland and his Skibidi Toilet cult once and for all. We're not gonna stop until every last one of those porcelain pricks is lying in a pool of their own fuckin' blood... and all of those Toiletsexuals are dead!"

Reimu's voice boomed with conviction, her words echoing off the crumbling buildings and sending a chill down the spines of her comrades and causing their colons to tingle with their American spirit "We're gonna march straight into that downtown area, guns blazing and fuckrage at full throttle. We're gonna tear through those cultists like paper dolls and show them what it means to fuck with the New England Patriots."

She paused for a moment, letting her words sink in before continuing with a fierce intensity. "This ain't gonna be easy, and it sure as hell ain't gonna be pretty. But we've faced worse shit than this before and we've come out on top every fuckin' time. So strap in, gear up, and get ready to unleash hell. Charleston's ours for the taking, and ain't no fuckin' Skibidi Toilet cult gonna stand in our way... FUCK YEAH!"

And soon enough, Reimu and the rest of the New England Patriots stood before the Kenneth Copeland Ministries building which was utterly massive and filled to the brim with weird satanic imagery with many Skibidi Toilet murals painted onto the walls... swathed in blood.

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As they stood before the towering Kenneth Copeland Ministries building, its dark facade looming over them like a twisted monolith of fuckery and unholy bullshit, Reimu's eyes blazed with a fiery determination that matched the intensity of the infernal structure before them.

"This is it, motherfuckers, we're here" Reimu declared, her voice dripping with a potent mix of disdain and fuckrage. "We're gonna storm this goddamn building, kick down the doors and put an end to this Skibidi Toilet cult bullshit once and for all. Kenneth Copeland and his cronies think they can fuck with America? Well, they've got another thing coming."

With a swift motion, Reimu raised her weapon and kicked open the doors of the Kenneth Copeland Ministries building, the sound of splintering wood echoing through the desolate streets of Charleston, South Carolina. The New England Patriots followed closely behind, their weapons at the ready and their loins pulsating with anticipation.

As they entered the building, they were met with a scene straight out of a nightmare. The halls were adorned with MORE grotesque Skibidi Toilet imagery, paintings of Kenneth Copeland himself adorned the walls like some kind of twisted deity... as if he were a fucking god and cultists scurried about like rats, their eyes filled with fanatic fervor as they chanted praises to their porcelain overlords...

Skibidi Skibidi Skibidi

But the New England Patriots were undeterred by this fuckscene and with a deafening battle cry that shook the very foundations of the building, they charged forward, guns blazing and fuckrage at maximum capacity. The cultists stood no chance against the onslaught of American fuck-fury, their bodies torn apart by a hail of bullets and righteous indignation as the New England Patriots stormed through the defenseless cultists and splattering their bodies across the church of Kenneth Copeland.

As they fought their way through the building, inching closer to their ultimate goal, Reimu's resolve only grew stronger to get Kenneth Copeland to confess, rip his balls off and murder the fuck out of him. She knew that victory was within their grasp and nothing would stand in their way.

"God-Dammit! this is bullshit!"

Mokou yelled at the sight on TV as many people were whipped and tortured on the cameras of the Kenneth Copeland Ministries, being broadcasted for cultists to watch and enjoy... they were murdering the heathens who dared to defy the Skibidi Toilets, it didn't matter what religion or non-religion you were... if you weren't a worshipper of Skibidi Toilets, you would be killed, flayed and murdered brutally for the enjoyment of the ferverous Skibidi Toilet Cultists and the Skibidi Toilets themselves.

"Alright chums! Let's do this… LEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEEENKIIIIIIIIIIINS!"

Kaguya had just rushed into the halls of Kenneth Copeland Ministries and began firing upon the hundreds of cultists with dual wielding machine guns, her loins pulsating fervorously as she relished the viscera which sprayed across the floor and her perfect Lunarian body.

"Oh my god... she just ran in..."

Ruby Kurosawa stammered sheepishly as the rest of the New England Patriots joined into the large halls to join Kaguya who had not thought about planning the attack first... fucking MORON.

As Kaguya unleashed her unbridled onslaught upon the cultists with reckless abandon and ferverous fuckrage, the rest of the New England Patriots charged into the halls of the Kenneth Copeland Ministries building, their weapons blazing and their fuckrage reaching fever pitch and sending them to the fucking moon with their tumultuous righteous fuckrage.

Reimu's eyes blazed with fury as she took in the sight of the carnage around her. She knew that they had to put an end to this madness once and for all and she was prepared to do whatever it took to accomplish their mission... even if it meant killing all of the Cultists of the Bible belt with nothing more than her trusty candlestick and her group of Patriots.

"Stay focused, you fucking idiots! It's fuckslaying time!" Reimu barked, her voice cutting through the chaos like a knife through butter. "We're here to take down Kenneth Copeland and his Skibidi Toilet cult, not to play fucking games. Let's show these assholes what it means to mess with the New England Patriots! LA LI LU LE LO!"

With that, Reimu led the charge into the heart of the building, her weapon blazing as she cut down any cultist who dared to stand in her way. The sounds of gunfire and screams filled the air as the New England Patriots fought their way through the building, inching closer to their ultimate goal with every step... blood splattering the walls violently.

Despite the chaos and bloodshed surrounding them, the New England Patriots pressed on with unwavering determination and tumultuous fuckrage. They knew that the fate of Charleston—and perhaps even the entire nation rested in their hands, and they were prepared to fight to the bitter end to ensure victory... they were here to make noise and get loud.

As they continued their relentless advance through the building, their resolve only grew stronger and with each raw passing moment, they drew closer to confronting Kenneth Copeland himself and putting an end to his reign of terror once and for all AND they would do it with maximum fuckery and unyielding patriotism, no matter the cost... thus was the M.O of the New England Patriots.

"Quick, time for the battle of Charleston... we make our mark and show all of the Skibidi Toilets that we're here to make our fucking mark! Fuck Yeah, Fuck Yeah!"

Kaguya bellowed after going full Leeroy Jenkins on hundreds of now dead cultists, such was an American act of revolution and Patriotism... values that were the core essense of the American Spirit.

Reimu stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a mix of sadistic pleasure and unyielding determination which came from the heart. The carnage around her only fueled her resolve and her simmering fuckrage and the sight of Kaguya's reckless massacre brought a twisted smile to her face. She raised her weapon high, addressing her comrades with a voice dripping with malevolent glee and fuckrage.

"Listen up, you fucking fuckers" Reimu snarled, her voice echoing through the blood-soaked halls. "We're here to tear down this cesspool of filth and make sure Kenneth Copeland and his Skibidi Toilet cult pay for every ounce of shit they've spread across our country... We're gonna rip their hearts out, bathe in their blood, and show them the true meaning of American fuckery."

She took a step closer to the group, her smile widening as she continued, "We're not just here to kill these bastards. We're here to send a message to every Skibidi Toilet piece of shit out there. This is our country, and we won't let some porcelain pricks take it from us. So let's give them a show they'll never forget... call it a message or a fucking massacre, same fuckin' thing"

Reimu's eyes gleamed with a sadistic delight as she concluded, "No mercy, no prisoners. We bathe in their blood and we fuck them up so bad they'll wish they were never born. Now, let's get to work and make America proud. Fuck yeah!"

With that, Reimu led the charge deeper into the Kenneth Copeland Ministries building, her weapon ready and her heart filled with the savage joy of the impending bloodbath... the following New England Patriots followed into the Auditorium where Kenneth Copeland was.

Kenneth Copeland was dressed in a pink tuxedo which was covered in many hearts, his stage being filled with all sorts of prostitutes and instragram models that he had paid off and brainwashed with whatever Skibidi Bullshit he wielded... the pimp known as Kenneth Copeland had been waiting for them after hearing about the New England Patriots from his fellow members of the elite which had embraced the Skibidi Toilets, he spoke with a southern accent.

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"Well, well, well, if it ain't the mighty New England Patriots," Kenneth drawled, his voice dripping with mocking amusement. "Y'all been causin' quite a ruckus, ain't ya round these parts? Thinkin' you can waltz in here and disrupt my little paradise. But let me tell ya, this ain't just any cult. This is the future, the divine order of the Skibidi Toilets, and y'all are just in time for the grand finale."

He gestured grandiosely to the stage, where his entourage of brainwashed followers gazed blankly at the scene unfolding before them. "I reckon you've seen the power we wield, the transformation we've embraced. Ain't no stoppin' us now. We're the new gospel, the new faith, and we're here to cleanse this land of its sinful past... burn America down, the sinful nature of America will embrace the word of the G-Man Toilet."

Reimu's eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on her weapon as she stepped forward, her voice laced with a mix of fury and disdain. "You're nothing but a lyin' butter churnin' piece of fried fuck... Copeland. Hiding behind your mindless followers, spewing your sick ideology. We're here to end this, to put a stop to your perverted version of 'divine order."

Fujiwara No Mokou had pulled out her rifle and pointed it at Kenneth Copeland and his pink tuxedo... she spoke with the utmost disgust at this bullshitting con-artist motherfucker.

"Fuck that butter churnin' bullshit, I ain't believin' none of that Skibidi Bullshit you pushed upon this fuckin' city and after I finish ripping your balls off, I'm going to squeeze every last bit of sweet intel out of you and have you screamin' and dancin' like a bitch"

Kenneth Copeland merely chuckled and crossed his arms, taking a drag of his cigar which was infused with the essence of death and despair, such was this unholy pastor from hell.

"Well, ain't that just precious, that's fuckin' cute~" Kenneth Copeland chuckled, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Y'all think you can just come in here and put an end to my divine mission? Let me tell ya, darling, you ain't seen nothin' yet..."

He straightened his pink tuxedo, adjusting the hearts that adorned it as he began his monologue, his tone filled with self-righteous fervor and the utter arrogance of a man who thought himself as part of the divine.

"You see, my dear New England Patriots, you've been livin' in a world of lies and deceit. The true gospel ain't some fairy tale about a man in sandals walkin' on water. Oh no, it's much deeper than that. It's about power, control, and the divine order of the Skibidi Toilets... not some fuckin' Sky Daddy."

Kenneth Copeland gestured dramatically to the stage, where his brainwashed followers stood in eerie silence, their eyes glazed over with devotion for their leader, Kenneth Copeland.

"You think you know the truth, but you're just blind to the real power that's been pullin' the strings all along. The G-Man Toilet, that's who we worship. He's the true savior, the one who's gonna bring about a new world order and ain't nothin' gonna stop him... not you, not anyone... he is GOD, he will cleanse the mental illness that is known as America."

He took another puff of his cigar, his eyes gleaming with fanatic zeal as he continued his tirade.

"The G-Man Toilet ain't just some porcelain God, he's the embodiment of enlightenment, the harbinger of a new age and when he rises, he's gonna cleanse this world of its sins and bring about a glorious new era of prosperity and peace... under the rule of the Illuminati."

"Blah blah blah, what the fuck did you do to Joel Osteen?! Why did he fucking explode into billions of bits back in Atlanta, Georgia?!" Sanae Kochiya roared in eternal fuckrage as Kenneth Copeland let out a deep sigh of annoyance.

"Well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves some feisty little Patriots here," Kenneth Copeland drawled, a twisted grin spreading across his face as he regarded Sanae with amusement. "Joel Osteen? Oh, he was just a pawn in the grand scheme of things, sweetheart. A disposable piece of the puzzle, if you will... just a dumb patsy."

He took another puff of his cigar, the smoke curling around him like a sinister fog as he continued speaking, his voice oozing with sadistic satisfaction.

"You see, darlin', in this world, there ain't no room for sentimentality. We gotta do what needs to be done to achieve our goals, no matter the cost and if that means sacrificin' a few pawns along the way, well, so be it. It's all part of the divine plan, ya see?"

Kenneth Copeland chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with malice as he took another drag of his cigar, the ember glowing red-hot against the darkness of the room.

"As for Joel Osteen... well, let's just say he had it comin'. He was gettin' too big for his britches, thinkin' he could defy the will of the G-Man Toilet and the Illuminati. So we had to show him who's really in charge around here... couldn't have him betrayin' us"

He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing through Sanae with unnerving intensity.

"And as for you lot... well, you're next on the chopping block. You think you can waltz in here and disrupt our plans? Think again, darlin'. We got ourselves a front-row seat to the apocalypse, and y'all are gonna be the star attraction."

Kenneth Copeland's grin widened into a twisted smirk as he gestured to the stage behind him, where his brainwashed followers stood in eerie silence, awaiting his command.

"So what'll it be, Patriots? You gonna play nice and join us in usherin' in a new era of enlightenment? Or are you gonna be stubborn little mules and meet your end like the rest of 'em?"

He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing through the chamber like a death knell as he awaited their response, his sadistic glee palpable in the air.

"By enlightenment, you mean the destruction of America... that's horseshit!" Dia Kurosawa spoke bitterly as she looked at Kenneth Copeland with a look of righteous fuckrage and anger, "Like hell we're going to sacrifice this nation because of some Skibidi Toilet bullshit."

Kenneth Copeland's grin widened into a malevolent smirk as he listened to Dia's defiant words, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure at her fiery resolve... it was mere amusement to Kenneth Copeland, being the fuckhead he was.

"Well now, ain't that just precious," he drawled, his southern accent dripping with mockery. "You Patriots sure do love your country, don't ya? But let me tell ya somethin', sweetheart... America ain't what it used to be. It's decayin' from the inside out, rotting from the core like a diseased carcass."

He took another puff of his cigar, the smoke curling around him like a shroud of darkness as he continued speaking, his voice filled with venomous disdain for the land he once called home.

"America had its chance, darlin'. It had its chance to embrace the true path to enlightenment, to join us in usherin' in a new era of prosperity and peace under the benevolent rule of the G-Man Toilet and the Illuminati. But it chose to cling to its outdated notions of freedom and democracy, to wallow in its own filth like a pig in the mud."

Kenneth Copeland's eyes blazed with fanatic zeal as he spoke, his words dripping with contempt for the nation he once swore to serve.

"And now, it's payin' the price for its arrogance and ignorance. The end is nigh for America, darlin'. And ain't nothin' you or your little band of Patriots can do to stop it. So you might as well embrace the inevitable and join us in usherin' in a new era of enlightenment... or face the wrath of the G-Man Toilet and the Illuminati."

He leaned in closer, his grin widening into a sinister smirk as he spoke his final words, his voice filled with sadistic glee.

"Death to America, darlin'. Death to America."

Kenneth Copeland's voice resonated with fervor as he espoused his twisted vision of the G-Man Toilet's will, his words dripping with a fanatic zeal that bordered on madness and utter lunacy.

"The G-Man Toilet's vision transcends the petty confines of democracy and capitalism," he proclaimed, his voice echoing off the walls of the church. "In his divine wisdom, he sees the folly of hierarchy and oppression, of wealth and privilege. He calls for a new order, a world where all are equal, where the means of production belong to the masses, and where the chains of capitalism are cast aside."

His eyes gleamed with fervent zeal as he continued, his words filling the room with an air of manic intensity.

"Under the G-Man Toilet's rule, there will be no masters or slaves, no rulers or subjects. There will be only comrades, united in their pursuit of true equality and freedom. The bourgeoisie will be cast down, their wealth redistributed among the proletariat, and the workers will rise up to seize control of their own destiny."

Kenneth Copeland's voice rose to a fever pitch as he spoke, his words laced with a twisted sense of righteousness.

"This is the will of the G-Man Toilet, and we, his faithful servants, shall see it done. Death to America, death to capitalism, death to all who oppose the glorious revolution of the Skibidi Toilets!"

Reimu's colon churned in disgust as she yelled at Kenneth Copeland with elfin fervor, "Fuck that bullshit, you don't even believe that yourself! If you claim to be part of the Illuminati yet want Anarcho-Communism, that just means you and your buddies to rule over everyone else!"

Kenneth Copeland's chuckle reverberated through the room, his amusement evident in the gleam of his eyes as he regarded Reimu with a mix of condescension and smug satisfaction.

"My dear Reimu, you have a knack for seeing through the grift," he remarked, his voice dripping with false camaraderie. "Indeed, the Illuminati's true aim has always been control and power, and communism serves as but a tool to achieve that end... and that is also the end goal of the Skibidi Toilets."

He paced around the room, his movements calculated and deliberate as he continued to expound upon his twisted ideology.

"Anarcho-Communism is the perfect guise, a veil of equality and justice to mask the true intentions of the elite such as us" he explained, his tone laced with a sickening blend of arrogance and deceit. "While the masses are kept in check by the illusion of shared wealth and collective ownership, the ruling class maintains its grip on power, pulling the strings from the shadows and reaping the benefits of their subjugation."

Kenneth Copeland's words hung heavy in the air, the weight of his hypocrisy casting a pall over the room as Reimu and her comrades listened with a mix of disgust and disdain.

"But fear not, my dear Reimu," he continued, his grin widening with each passing moment. "For in the end, it matters not who holds the reins of power. What matters is that the will of the G-Man Toilet shall prevail, and all who oppose it shall be swept aside like so much chaff before the wind."

With a final flourish, Kenneth Copeland turned to face Reimu, his eyes alight with a fervent zeal that bordered on madness.

"So go ahead, my dear. Rail against the inevitable, fight against the tide of history. In the end, you shall find yourself swept away like all the rest, lost to the annals of time as the world marches inexorably toward its glorious revolution."

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! FUCK YOU!"

Ruby Kurosawa yelled angrily as she fired her rifle at Kenneth Copeland who was shot through the heart, but he didn't panic for some odd reason... almost as if he was unconcerned about the scene.

"Looks like it's time..."

Kenneth Copeland spoke with a smug shit-eating grin on his face, clutching his heart as Reimu looked at him quizzically.

"What are you bullshitting now, Copeland? You're fucking dead..."

kenneth Copeland merely smirked at the naive words of Reimu Hakurei, his eyes rolled back and he began to laugh like a crazy son of a bitch... he was totally unhinged and utterly insane and off the rails.

"THE BATTLE IS NOT OVER YET, PATRIOTS FOR I AM SERVANT OF G-MAN TOILET!"

"W-what the fuck are you? You're utterly insane, you're inhuman!" Kaguya Houraisan spoke with a look of dismay which was met by laughter from Kenneth Copeland.

"That's right, I'm not like you guys... I am a Toilet, WHO RULES THIS WORLD!" Kenneth Copeland's laughter grew louder, more frenzied, as he nodded with wild abandon. "Yes, yes, you fools! The G-Man Toilet is no mere porcelain deity... he is the embodiment of chaos, the harbinger of destruction, and he will cleanse this world of its impurities, starting with you!"

With a final, guttural scream, Kenneth Copeland's body contorted and twisted, his back ripped open as his true form emerged from his back... a massive Skibidi Toilet with a halo ring over it, the Saint Skibidi Toilet.

The revelation sent shockwaves through the room as the true nature of Kenneth Copeland was laid bare before the New England Patriots. Reimu's eyes widened in disbelief as she watched the transformation unfold, her mind struggling to comprehend the surreal scene playing out before her.

"Sweet mother of fuck... he's a Skibidi Toilet," Mokou muttered in disbelief, her grip tightening on her rifle as she prepared for the inevitable confrontation with the monstrous entity before them.

"B̷̦͇̔̎R̷̳̹͊R̸̢̕͝R̵͖̩̅̚ ̸̤̖̍Ś̶̻K̵̠̯̋͛Ï̴̗̠B̶̺̒͠İ̸͕̚D̴̨̡̊I̸̯̔ ̸̺̅D̶̫́̏O̴̘̕P̶̖̹̀ ̸̊̔ͅD̶͒̽͜Ǫ̴́P̷̠͖͂ ̵̗͓̓̈́D̷̛͉͝Ö̶̝͈́P̴̡͋͆ ̶̞̃̅Ȳ̵̩̄E̵͙͜͠S̸̢͍̐͌ ̸̫̂̏Ỹ̷̩͍̓E̸͎̚S̷̤͋,̸̝̖͒ ̵͖͍͠Ṣ̴͇̆K̶̥͝Ḭ̷̀͠B̸̐ͅI̵̢̠̍̈́Ḏ̶̳̏I̶͈̩͝ ̸͚͠T̶̜̍͝A̶̘̿͂Ù̴͕͈͝P̴̥͂́L̶̡̾͜Ĕ̴͖Ḓ̶̺͒ ̷̙̓͑D̷̻͠I̷͙̎͊P̷̖̈́̅ ̴̨̜̇D̵͍̈́͝Ȅ̸͖̈́Ȋ̴̛̙̜P̷̥͓̑͝,̴̞̜͋ ̶̧̯́S̶̤̠̀̃K̶̖͇̚I̵̡͆B̸̤̼̎̐Ί̸̫͍İ̸̧̋D̴͉͙̚͝I̶̪̿ ̷̜̫̍D̶͖̰͂̑O̸̺͂P̷͙̼͌̉ ̶̗͆͝D̸̨̖́͛O̷͚̊P̵̧͚̈́ ̷̖͗̄D̷͙́̀Ȏ̶̬P̷͕̥̒ ̵̥̝͋͂Y̵͓̊E̶̗̽S̸̗͙͐͆ ̶̣̪̀Y̷͉̳͌̍E̷̺͍͑̋S̶̭͔̿̽,̴̥͓̐ ̸̼̋̒S̷̮̫̑̆K̷͍̎̊ͅĮ̷̹̈B̷̖̲̅Ĭ̵̪D̴̤̺̂I̵̻͆ ̷̘̳̈͠T̷͍̣͘A̷̢͈̍U̴̫̰̐͋P̸̡̙͛̅L̴͇̔̚Ẹ̴̄̉D̸̞̪̂̓ ̶̲͑̕D̷̟͆̀͜I̶̲̟͗P̵̘̋ ̷̻̩̉D̶͎́̂Ę̷͂Ḭ̵̒͘P̴̳̝̈́͝!̶̲̓̓"

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"What in the bloody fuck is that?!"

Ruby Kurosawa cried out in bloody horror as the corpse of Kenneth Copeland was now on the ground, his back having been split asunder as the true form of Kenneth Copeland had been revealed to all and with a deafening roar, he cries out.

Sacrificial Sign ~ Inshallah

The thousands of Cultists in the auditorium were suddenly slain as the turbans they wore had begun to explode and kill all of the cultists who had worn them... they had bombs installed inside of the turbans as a "Symbol of Loyalty" that Copeland had clearly exploited.

The large unholy Skibidi Toilet had begun to absorb their corpses and heal itself of the bullet wound that Ruby Kurosawa had inflicted, it seemed gleeful as it begun to taste the corpses of the cultists that had once sworn loyalty to Kenneth Copeland.

"Mmm~ Such tasty morsels~!" Copeland spoke, his voice now distorted and fucked beyond belief, he seemed to be revelling in the chaos he created like the sick fuck he is... they were merely pawns to him that were now used as a healing source.

Kaguya's expression twisted with disgust and horror as she watched the grotesque spectacle unfold before her eyes. The sight of the Skibidi Toilet, once Kenneth Copeland, feasting upon the corpses of its former followers filled her with a sickening sense of revulsion... this sick son of a bitch.

"This... this is beyond fucked up," Kaguya muttered, her voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and disgust. "To think that those poor souls gave their lives in loyalty to that... that monstrosity. And now he's using them as nothing more than fuel for his own twisted power..."

She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white with rage as she fought to suppress the bile rising in her throat. The thought of such callous disregard for human life made her blood boil with fuck-fur and she vowed to make Copeland pay dearly for his heinous crimes.

"We can't let this fucker get away with this horseshit," Kaguya declared, her eyes burning with determination. "We have to take him down, no matter what it takes. For the sake of those poor souls whose lives were lost to his madness, we have to stop him here and now."

Reimu rolled her eyes, being the typical asshole that she was.

"Yeah, and those Innocent Souls were cultists who fully trusted this rat-fucker, that's what you get for trusting this scumbag" Reimu spoke bitterly as she prepared her weapon known as T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ which she would use to kill Copeland for all of eternity.

Dia Kurosawa glared at Reimu, her eyes flashing with anger at the callous disregard for human life committed by Kenneth Copeland. "They may have been misguided, but they didn't deserve to die like that, that's fucking awful..." she retorted, her voice tinged with righteous indignation. "No one deserves to be used as mere pawns in someone else's sick game... especially not a fucking crook like Copeland."

She turned her gaze towards the monstrous Skibidi Toilet that had once been Kenneth Copeland, her grip tightening on her weapon as she prepared to face this abomination head-on. "We may not be able to save those who have already fallen, but we can damn well make sure that this fucker pays for what he's done. Let's end this once and for all."

Reimu charges towards the Saint Skibidi Toilet which had finished devouring its former followers in a cruel manner of death, Reimu reached for T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ and she roared furiously as she charged her elfin-charged candlestick upon the Skibidi Toilet, stabbing it through the eyesocket.

But the Saint Skibidi Toilet headbutted Reimu with its vicious attack, launching her against the wall and causing all sorts of unspeakable bodily fluids to pour out onto the floor, Reimu merely scoffed... the fuckrage pulsating through her loins.

Reimu gritted her teeth as she struggled to push herself up from the ground, her body aching from the force of the Skibidi Toilet's blow. She wiped the blood from her mouth, her eyes blazing with a fiery determination to defeat this unholy abomination once and for all... to end the cult of Skibidi Toilet and to kill this fucking bitch.

"You think you can take me down that easily? You're in for a rude awakening, you piece of shit! I am Reimu Hakurei and I'm a New England Patriot!" Reimu spat, her voice filled with venomous defiance as she staggered to her feet, her grip tightening on T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷. "I'm gonna tear you apart from the inside out, you fucking communist toilet baka!"

With a primal scream, Reimu launched herself at the Saint Skibidi Toilet once more, her weapon held high as she prepared to unleash hell upon her twisted foe with blood and heavy metal, the others begun firing upon the Skibidi Toilet but nothing was working against it.

As Reimu charged towards the Saint Skibidi Toilet with unrelenting fuck-fury, her comrades joined into the fray with elfin fervor, their weapons blazing as they unleashed a fucking barrage of bullets, blades, and magical attacks upon the monstrous entity. But despite their combined efforts, the Skibidi Toilet seemed unfazed, its twisted form enduring the onslaught with grotesque resilience.

Mokou was fueled by her own fiery determination and her unimaginable levels of fuckrage, she seized a pitchfork dropped by one of the cultist fucklings and lunged at the Skibidi Toilet with primal ferocity of 1000 fuck-headed crack-heads and with a mighty thrust, she plunged the pitchfork deep into the creature's throat, eliciting a guttural roar of agony as it recoiled from the unexpected attack. The Skibidi Toilet thrashed and writhed in pain, its vile form convulsing as it struggled to dislodge the weapon from its flesh... Copeland was in trouble for once in his fucking life.

"Take that, you toilet bastard, go fuck yourself!" Mokou shouted triumphantly, her eyes blazing with righteous fury as she continued to assault the creature with relentless fuck-fury, thrusting her hips wildly in a very provocative and sexual manner all the while.

Reimu was emboldened by Mokou's bravery and redoubled her own efforts, swinging T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷ with unyielding cosmic fuckrage and determined fuck-fury. With each strike, she aimed for the Skibidi Toilet's most vulnerable spots such as its neck and mouth, aiming to weaken it further and ultimately destroy it once and for all.

"Don't like that eh? Copeland, sucks to suck bitch!" Sanae roared petulantly, this overweening green-haired ex-shrine maiden continuously thrusted her weapon and began firing shots from her gun, stroking it like it were a penis and launching brutal rounds of buckshot which did nothing to the fucking bastard.

Kenneth Copeland eventually expelled the pitchfork and began to launch wicked headbutts at the group with much success... knocking Reimu, Mokou, Kaguya, Sanae and Dia onto the ground...

"Repeat that again? What did you say again?" Mocked The Skibidi Toilet which unlike most Skibidi Toilets, could speak and articulate itself... it was the true form of Kenneth Copeland after all.

Copeland had planned to devour all of the New England Patriots, but he was a fucking idiot as he conveniently neglected the weakest member of the group... Ruby Kurosawa.

With a swift and decisive movement, Ruby Kurosawa climbed onto the back of the Skibidi Toilet with reckless abandon, her hands finding purchase on the flushing lever which was located on the tank lid. With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, chest and boobs... she pulled down with all her strength which came to her through the SHEER FUCKRAGE which overcame her from seeing her friends nearly devoured and eaten alive, causing the lever to engage and the toilet to flush.

The Skibidi Toilet, now in its vulnerable state, let out a deafening roar of surprise and pain as it was sucked downward with tremendous force. The New England Patriots watched in astonishment as the monstrous entity was dragged down into the depths of the toilet, its twisted form disappearing into the swirling vortex.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

A moment of stunned silence hung in the air as the group processed what had just occurred. Then, a collective cheer erupted as they realized they had defeated the abomination known as Kenneth Copeland once and for all... he was fucking done for.

"Fuck yeah, Ruby!" Reimu exclaimed, her voice filled with pride and admiration as she scrambled to her feet. "That's how you do it! So you aren't a fucking fag after all, sorry for calling you that earlier..."

Mokou grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Damn straight! Looks like the toilet got flushed this time... always knew you had the fuckrage inside of you."

Kenneth Copeland returned from his large Skibidi form, but he was weak and feeble... no longer possessing the raw powers of the Skibidi Toilet that had been imbued inside of him.

"You think you've won, you fucking pieces of shit?" Kenneth Copeland's voice croaked, a bitter sneer twisting his features as he raised the gun to his own head. "You may have defeated me, but you'll never destroy the true power of the Skibidi Toilet and the Illuminati...! I curse you all to rot in hell, you fucking cunts! May your assholes be forever plagued with diarrhea and your souls damned to eternal torment!"

With a final, deranged cackle, Kenneth Copeland pulled the trigger, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the chamber as his lifeless body slumped to the ground. The New England Patriots watched in grim satisfaction, knowing that they had put an end to his reign of terror once and for all.

Reimu shook her head in disgust, her lips curled in a grimace. "Good riddance to that fucking psycho, fucking bitch" she muttered, her voice dripping with contempt for Kenneth Copeland for all of the bullshit that he had caused through the Skibidi Toilet cult.

Mokou nodded in agreement, her expression hardening with resolve and fuckrage. "Let this be a lesson to anyone else who dares to fuck with us. We'll tear them apart just like we did with that toilet-loving son of a bitch... looks like the cult is fucking done for."

With Copeland's demise, the threat of the Skibidi Toilet cult had been extinguished and the New England Patriots could finally breathe a sigh of relief. But they knew that their fight was far from over. There were still other enemies out there, waiting to be dealt with.

But for now, they would celebrate their hard-won victory over the Skibidi Toilet Cult of Joel Osteen and Kenneth Copeland which had plagued the cities of Atlanta and Charleston, the LA Knight spoke through the PARA-RAID Device.

"Looks like you've killed both cultist leaders... should spell the end of the Skibidi Toilet Cult of Atlanta and Charleston..."

The LA Knight spoke throught the PARA-RAID device on the ears of Reimu and the rest of the New England Patriots, they had successfully fuckslayed the cult of the Skibidi Toilets... one of the bastions of the Skibidi Toilet crisis which had plagued America.

"Fuck yeah... where do we celebrate at? Perhaps we loot a convenience store for booze and drinks?" Mokou suggested, ready to smoke that Copeland pack and enjoy their victory over those fucking bastards.

With a collective nod of agreement, the New England Patriots made their way to an abandoned convenience store called "BUC-EE'S" on the outskirts of Charleston, South Carolina. The once-bustling store now stood derelict, its windows shattered and its shelves barren... it was a fucking massive gasoline station.

As they entered the store, the group spread out, scavenging for whatever supplies they could find. Mokou headed straight for the alcohol aisle, her eyes scanning the shelves for any bottles that had survived the chaos of the Skibidi Toilet cult's reign... she was eager to get piss-ass drunk.

Meanwhile, Reimu and the others searched for food and other necessities, their weapons still at the ready in case of any unexpected threats and despite the gravity of their recent victory, they remained vigilant, knowing that danger could still lurk around every corner... don't get cocky.

After gathering their supplies, the group reconvened at the center of the store where they found a dusty old table and chairs. They set down their loot and took a moment to catch their breath, the adrenaline of battle still coursing through their veins.

"Cheers to us, the fuckin' heroes of America" Reimu declared with a smirk, raising a bottle of whiskey in salute. "We kicked some serious ass today, and we deserve every drop of booze in this place."

The others echoed her sentiment, raising their own bottles in a toast to their victory and despite the hardships they had faced, they knew that as long as they stood together, they could overcome any obstacle that stood in their way.

The sun began casting long shadows across the desolate landscape, the New England Patriots raised their glasses high and celebrated their triumph over the Skibidi Toilet cult, knowing that they had made a difference in the fight for freedom and justice... they had cleansed the bullshit of Atlanta, Georgia and Charleston, South Carolina.

RECOMMENDED LISTENING - BLACK LAGOON ENDING THEME (EXTENDED)

But even Reimu and the rest of the New England Patriots knew that they couldn't get too damn cocky because while one evil may have fallen, another bastion of evil will always rise to replace the previous evil... this is why Reimu and the New England Patriots had to clean up all of the bullshit and slay all of the Skibidi Toilets which had tainted America... to curb those bullshit Anarcho-Communist ideals that they've spread like a cancer.

Author's Note: Damn, Usyk might be the P4P 1# boxer in the world right now.

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Chapter 25: The Heroics of Cody Rhodes

The brutal communistic sun blazed upon the scorched lands of the fallen nation of the United States of America with an infernal cast straight from the bowels of communistic hell itself, the Sun itself had intensified following the rise of the Skibidi Toilets which had ruined and utterly destroyed the nation of the United States of America.

But the heroic patriots of the United States weren't going to let the nation fall to communistic ideals, such was an American patriotic act.

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: Cody Rhodes Theme Song (Crowd and Arena effects Recommended)

The blazing lights of Seattle, Washington roared loudly as Cody Rhodes approached the looming city with nothing more than his black hummer which was modified with a massive plow meant for cleaving zombies, Skibidi Toilets and other pieces of shit which could threaten the American Nightmare.

Cody Rhodes arrived near the Space Needle and promptly leapt out of his vehicle, landing on a Skibidi Toilet and smashing its corpse into pieces with elfonic fuckrage which pulsed through the veins of The American Nightmare himself with elfin fervor and freedom.

Cody Rhodes entered the Space Needle and promptly logged onto one of the old computers and hacked into a radar located in Area 51 with a password provided by none other than the president of the United States, Sam Darnold.

"This is Cody Rhodes speaking, looks like we've got a fuck-ton of Skibidi Toilets and other unspeakable pieces of shit had begun spreading across the United States of America and as The American Nightmare... it hurts my soul to see the Skibidi Toilets spreading their Anarcho-Communist ideology."

Cody Rhodes spoke through the PARA-RAID device which had been connected to his ear, he spoke to the leader of the United States of America... Sam Darnold, the God Emperor Quarterback of the United States... or GEQBUS.

"Thanks for your observation Agent Cody Rhodes, but I need you to haul your Royal Rumble winnin' ass over to Mount Rushmore for a meeting with the rest of SEAL Team Eight... we've got big plans to assist the reformation of the United States of America and we need your ass so we can spread the gravy of reformation over these fucks"

The president of the United States, Sam Darnold had spoken through the PARA-RAID device with a dignified and articulate tone which was befitting of the GEQBUS himself, Sam Darnold had begun to head towards the secret base which was the home to SEAL Team Eight, a faction of eight Americans who's goal was to bring the resurrection of the United States of America and while they lacked the true firepower that was needed to resurrect the United States of America by itself, they had gone by the idea of supporting certain factions which supported their ideals and their goals of resurrecting America with elfin fervor.

Seal Team Eight: Members

Sam Darnold: President of the United States of America, the God Emperor Quarterback of the United States (G.E.Q.B.U.S)

Cody Rhodes: Leader of the Secret Service which assisted the President of the United States, Sam Darnold.

Clownpiece: American General who supported the resurrection of America after the betrayal of the armed forces during the events of the Skibidi-Pocalypse.

Captain Underpants: America Superhero who defeats evil fuckwraiths without a care in the world, the all-time American Superhero.

Guy Fieri: The Mayor of FlavorTown and the personal chef of Seal Team Eight.

Ms. Frizzle: Crazy son-of-a-bitch who wields a crazy magical school bus which can do crazy shit.

John Cena: The buddy of Cody Rhodes and the current leader of the WWE

Chika Fujiwara: The Daughter of a prominent politician who aligned herself with American Ideals and Capitalism.

Cody Rhodes traveled down the space needle and by the time he arrived at the bottom, he was greeted by a hoard of Skibidi Toilets... causing the American Nightmare to let out a deafening roar of fuckrage.

The first of the Skibidi Toilets lunged, its mouth snapping viciously as it lunged at Rhodes for a vicious headbutt attempt. Cody sidestepped its predictable attack with smoothness, his movements a blur of predatory grace and brought his groinsaw down with an explosive force of fuckrage and death, the groinsaw's teeth bit into the gnarled skull of the Skibidi Toilet, sending pieces of bone and viscera flying and reducing the creature to a heap of bloody pulp, bodily fluids and all other forms of unspeakable gore and violence.

Another Skibidi Toilet approached from behind, its mouth opening and closing rapidly, but Cody swung his groinsaw in a wide arc of death, decapitating the attacker in a spray of viscera, blood and brain matter as Cody Rhodes swung his groinsaw through the chicken neck of the Skibidi Toilet, murdering the FUCK out of it and tossing its gnarled heads into the bay of Seattle, Washington. He spun on his heel, his boots grinding against the concrete and leapt into the air, his massive form silhouetted against the neon glow of the city. He landed with a bone-crushing impact, the force splintering another Skibidi Toilet beneath his boots... causing a red carpet of blood to spread out from underneath the body of the now crushed Skibidi Toilet, killed by the American Nightmare himself.

Cody's movements were a symphony of violence and elfonic fuckrage, each strike precise and devastating as fuck... He drove his groinsaw into the neck of an approaching Skibidi Toilet, the motor roaring as it ripped through bone and skin, spraying vile fluids of viscera in all directions. He wrenched the groinsaw free and swung it around, cleaving another assailant in half with a single, brutal stroke from his groinsaw.

The horde seemed endless, but Cody Rhodes was unstoppable and full of American Fuckrage. He pivoted, kicking a Skibidi Toilet square in the skull and shattering it into pieces, sending it crashing into its brethren and with a swift, powerful motion, he brought his groinsaw down on another Skibidi Toilet, the chainsaw's roar mixing with the toilet's death throes in a cacophony of destruction as the Skibidi Toilet roared in pain, its neck and skull being sliced apart in a violent and destructive dance of death.

Cody Rhodes was drenched in the gore of his enemies, he stood victorious amidst the shattered remnants of the Skibidi Toilets and their gnarled corpses. The American Nightmare had once again proven his unyielding might which was fueled by American Patriotism and burning fuckrage and as he wiped the blood from his grizzled face and revved his groinsaw one last time, he knew the battle was far from over, but at least he could now head to Mount Rushmore to meet with the rest of Seal Team Eight.

Cody's PARA-RAID device crackled to life as he finished his fight with the Skibidi Toiletse, the voice of the GEQBUS, Sam Darnold cutting through the chaos and fuck-fury that had just taken place at the bottom of the Space Needle, "Agent Rhodes, status report... how're you doin' my liberty-kin?!"

Cody grinned wickedly, his teeth bared in a savage smile as he drove his saw through the final Skibidi Toilet and thrusted it deeply into its ruined skull, its screams silenced by the unrelenting fuck-fury of his attack. "This is Cody Rhodes. The Space Needle is clear. Moving to Mount Rushmore as ordered... lets fucking do this shit."

He deactivated the groinsaw and tucked it inside of his wrestling trunks, its deadly teeth slick with the remnants and bloody-retina covered swath of his enemies, Cody Rhodes surveyed the battlefield of Seattle, Washington after a mandatory inspection. The shattered remains of Skibidi Toilets littered the ground which he stood upon, a testament to his unparalleled might and his testicular fuckrage. Cody Rhodes, the American Nightmare, climbed back into his hummer, the engine roaring to life as he sped towards his next mission... Mount Rushmore, the Headquarters of Seal Team Eight.

God Forgives, But Cody Rhodes Doesn't!

Cody Rhodes felt his loins pulsate with American Fuckrage and armed with nothing more than his Chainsaw Dick and his titanic Strength, The American Nightmare sautners forth across the battlefield which was filled with unspeakable fuckwraiths such as Skibidi Toilets and zombified Al-Qaeda terrorists.

Cody Rhodes lets out a yell of fuckrage as his fists are encased in holy fuck-fire which burned Red, White and Blue... he had gone on a ballistic massacre as he had pulled out his bladed chode again and with elfin fervor... relished the blood and viscera which spills over his statuesque chest feverently and with the utmost patriotic fuckrage.

"Cody, what the fuck is going on overthere on the other side of the PARA-RAID device, everything alright... Cody-Kun?"

The Patriotic and dignified voice of Sam Darnold could be heard from the other side of the PARA-RAID device, he was patiently waiting for the arrival of Cody Rhodes back at Mount Rushmore so he could begin his new patriotic act.

Cody Rhodes grinned smugly, wiping the gore from his face and revving his groinsaw one last time before deactivating it again after he had cleared the fuckwraiths which had approached him prior. "All clear on my end, GEQBUS. Just finished clearing out a horde of Skibidi Toilets and zombified terrorists... Seattle's looking a lot cleaner now. On my way to Mount Rushmore as we speak. Let's get this patriotic show on the road... USA USA USA."

The American Nightmare climbed into his hummer, the engine roaring to life as he sped away from the battlefield of Seattle, Washington after his work there had been done. The neon lights of Seattle faded in the rearview mirror, replaced by the open road ahead which beckoned before Cody Rhodes. Cody's heart pounded with elfin fervor and insatiable bloodlust, his veins coursing with American Fuckrage and fuck-fury. He knew that his mission was far from over and that he still had some bullshit to get through, but with the spirit of freedom burning within him, he was ready to face whatever lay ahead of him... he was the American Nightmare and he was going to fuck over all Skibidi Toilets until all hell freezes over and America is reborn, rejuvenated and resuscitated.

As he drove towards Mount Rushmore, Cody's mind raced with thoughts of the upcoming meeting with SEAL Team Eight. They had a mission to resurrect the United States of America and Cody Rhodes, the American Nightmare, was determined to see it through. His groinsaw, now tucked safely in his wrestling trunks, was ready for whatever battles lay ahead... it was his ultimate weapon, the chainsaw dick.

The hummer's plow was reinforced with fuckrage and ready for carnage, it gleamed ominously as Cody sped down the highway with elfin fervor. Ahead, a horde of Skibidi Toilets cluttered the road, their porcelain bowls and their human heads bobbing and their chants constant and horrific as fuck. Cody's eyes narrowed at the Skibidi Toilets, a savage smile spreading across his face as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel... his palms soaking with his sweat which smelled like Mountain Dew.

With a deafening roar, the hummer plowed into the horde of Skibidi Toilets, the reinforced steel cutting through the Skibidi Toilets like a hot knife through butter. Blood and porcelain sprayed across the plow and the road, painting a gruesome picture of destruction and their Skibidi Chants were silenced by deafening screams of unimaginable agony and tumultuous shell splintering of death, such was the act of the American Nightmare. The none of the Skibidi Toilets, were able to withstand the sheer force of Cody's tumultuous assault, they shattered upon impact, their pieces scattering like leaves in a storm... blood and porcelain lining the plow.

The hummer surged forward and barrelled down the roads, unstoppable and relentless as fuck. Cody reveled in the chaos like the motherfucker he was, his elfin fervor igniting a blaze of fuckrage within his American Soul. The road ahead was a battlefield of death and destruction and he was its conqueror, its master. Skibidi Toilets crumbled beneath the might of his vehicle, their twisted forms left in ruins as he carved a path of freedom and justice.

Chunks of porcelain and sprays of blood coated the hummer, the once-clean plow now a testament to the carnage left in its wake... Cody's grin widened as he saw the devastation he wrought for he was The American Nightmare and each shattered toilet was a step closer to America's rebirth, but now he had to return to Sam Darnold, the God Emperor Quarterback of the United States of America. The roar of the engine mixed with the crunch of breaking porcelain and the wet thud of crushed bodies, creating a symphony of destruction that spurred him onward... exciting his Chainsaw dick.

As the last of the Skibidi Toilets fell beneath his hummer, Cody felt a surge of triumph and the testosterone boiled and roared in his pants, creating a sexual ecstasy. The road ahead was clear, but his mission was far from over. The American Nightmare drove on, his heart filled with unyielding resolve and patriotic fervor. Mount Rushmore and SEAL Team Eight awaited him and with them, the next chapter in his quest to resurrect the United States of America would be revealed to him in great detail.

With each mile passed, Cody Rhodes knew he was one step closer to his goal of reaching Mount Rushmore. The spirit of freedom burned brighter within him, fueled by the blood and fuck-fury of his enemies. He would not rest until every last Skibidi Toilet was destroyed and America stood tall once more from the unholy grip of Skibidi Toilet influences. The battle was far from over, but Cody Rhodes was ready to lead the charge, armed with his chainsaw dick and an unbreakable will which had helped him overcome the fuckwraith that was Roman Reigns.

The open road stretched out before him and with a final roar of defiance, Cody Rhodes pressed the pedal to the floor even harder, the hummer surging forward into the night with patriotic fuckrage. The American Nightmare was on a mission, and nothing would stand in his way.

Cody Rhodes turned on the PARA-RAID device and began speaking to Sam Darnold, he was roughly thirty minutes away from Mount Rushmore, his voice diligent and calm... a far cry from the arousal that had gripped him after slaying the Skibidi Toilets.

"GEQBUS, this is Cody Rhodes. I'm about thirty minutes out from Mount Rushmore and the road's clear of Skibidi Toilets for now. Ready for the next phase of the mission... whatever that may be good sir."

Sam Darnold's voice crackled back through the device, carrying the weight of authority and the unmistakable tone of a leader, such was the way of the GEQBUS. "Good to hear, Cody-Kun. We're set up and waiting for you to arrive. We've got intel and plans to go over. Your efforts in Seattle were impressive, but there's more work to be done. We need to ensure the safety and future of our nation... we need to support our groups of American Patriots and we need to discuss the problem that is the communist known as Winnie the Pooh."

Cody nodded, even though Sam couldn't see him from the other side. "Understood. I'll be there soon. Let's get this done and show these bastards what true American fuckrage looks like."

As he sped down the open road, Cody's thoughts turned to the meeting ahead of him. SEAL Team Eight was a group of elite warriors and American Patriots, each one dedicated to the mission of resurrecting the United States of America from its ashes which had happened rapidly due to the impact of the Skibidi-Pocalypse. Cody felt a surge of pride and determination within him and together with the rest of Seal Team Eight, they would bring freedom and justice back to the land of the United States of America.

The landscape around him began to change, the rugged beauty of the Black Hills coming into view before him. Mount Rushmore loomed in the distance, a symbol of the nation's enduring spirit and the power of democracy and freedom, USA USA USA. Cody's heart swelled with a mix of reverence and resolve. This was what he was fighting for – the ideals and values that made America great... Freedom, Democracy, McDonalds, Sushi, Porno, Fake-tits, band-aids, baseball, NFL, Reeboks, Wal-mart, GAP, Rock n' Roll, Starbucks, Disneyworld, Taco Bell, Rodeos, Liberty and Popeye.

As he neared his destination, the PARA-RAID device crackled to life once more. "Ah, Cody-Kun, one more thing," Sam Darnold's voice came through, firm and resolute. "We trust you to lead this charge. Your strength and determination are what we need right now. SEAL Team Eight is counting on you."

Cody's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his resolve solidifying to rock the fuck out. "I won't let you down, GEQBUS. We'll bring America back, no matter the cost."

With Mount Rushmore drawing closer to his position, Cody Rhodes felt a renewed sense of purpose and fuckrage. The American Nightmare was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead before him, armed with his chainsaw dick, his unwavering fuckrage, and the spirit of freedom burning within him. The battle for the soul of America was far from over, but Cody was ready to lead the charge and carve a path to victory with his chainsaw dick in hand and the powers of his fellow companions.

The hummer roared as it ascended the final stretch, the faces of the great American presidents carved into the mountainside serving as a reminder of the nation's enduring legacy and Cody Rhodes, fueled by elfin fervor and an unbreakable will, was ready to write the next chapter in America's story.

Cody Rhodes arrived at the base of Mount Rushmore which loomed before him with its patriotic gaze and not a single Skibidi Toilet in sight for it was the final fortress that America had left following the Skibidi-Pocalypse where the motherfucking Skibidi Toilets had spread their Anarcho-Communist ideology across the globe with bullshit and porcelain, the sheer patriotism of Mount Rushmore had made it the only safe place in America left for the American Patriots... but access had been cut off to prevent communist-brained diseased Americans from entering the prestigious monument of America and tainting the sacred place of freedom which had been constructed years ago, it was an unfortunate case of the average population of America having been diseased and rotten from communist ideals due to the spread of the Skibidi Toilets and various other forms of unspeakable evils which had begun to align themselves with the Skibidi Toilets and SEAL Team Eight, led by none other than the God Emperor Quarterback of the United States of America himself, Sam Darnold had witnessed the land of the United States of America fall before him with the Skibidi Toilets and those American traitors who had aligned themselves with those pieces of communist porcelain bullshit... and it was in Sam Darnold's best intention to support the heroic patriots who were fighting against Skibidi Toilet threat, rebelling against the communist ideals which had overtaken the United States of America following its fall, the collapse of civilization had allowed for the Anarcho-Communist ideals to spread as the status quo had been destroyed by the Skibidi-Pocalypse... and it pissed the American Patriots off, they had to keep the United States of America standing at all costs... or risk losing it all.

With the cries of liberty and democracy buried by the Skibidi Toilets, Sam Darnold, Cody Rhodes and SEAL Team Eight had to restore American Values and Democracy back into America or risk letting the millions of American Soldiers and the founding fathers to have died in vain... and they couldn't allow for that bullshit to happen to their American Brethren.

Cody Rhodes's loins pulsated as he stepped onto the base of Mount Rushmore with elfin fervor before quickly being greeted by a red 1968 Camaro which was swathed in the blood of the fucklings that it had killed and riding the iconic red vehicle was none other than the mayor of FlavorTown himself, Guy Fieri.

"Yo, Guy... what's with the blood on the front of your vehicle? Did you murder the fuck out of some Skibidi Toilets too?" Cody Rhodes asked, Guy Fieri finished eating his cartilage-filled sandwich... for it was a cartilage and mustard sandwich.

"You know it, Cody. These Skibidi Toilets thought they could mess with FlavorTown's mayor. Turns out, they couldn't handle the heat. Took 'em down like the greasy trash they are... took their asses to FlavorTown!"

Cody chuckled, a sense of camaraderie washing over him. "Good to see we're on the same page, Fieri-Kun~. I've been dealing with those porcelain bastards all the way from Seattle. It's good to know I'm not alone in this fight."

Guy Fieri's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and determination which overcame his body. "We're in this together, broski~. The GEQBUS has big plans, and it starts with us taking out these Skibidi Toilets and any other threats to America. You ready to roll, Cody-Kun~?"

Cody's heart swelled with patriotic fervor which spread throughout his American-clad body. "Hell yeah, I'm ready. Let's head to the meeting with SEAL Team Eight and get this show on the road."

With that, Cody Rhodes climbed into the Camaro after parking his hummer in the private garage of SEAL Team Eight, joining Guy Fieri in their ride throughout the trees and the mysterious road. The engine roared to life, and they sped towards the secret base at Mount Rushmore, the blood of their enemies drying on the vehicle's hood like a badge of honor.

As they approached the entrance, the PARA-RAID device crackled to life again. "Cody, Guy, welcome to Mount Rushmore. SEAL Team Eight is assembled and ready for briefing."

The Camaro skidded to a halt and Cody and Guy stepped out, their resolve unshakable and their loins pulsating with patriotic fuckrage. They were here to reclaim their nation, to spread the gravy of reformation over the land, and to ensure that freedom and justice prevailed... USA USA USA!

Inside the base, SEAL Team Eight awaited, a group of elite Americans each as determined and fierce as Cody and Guy. The mission ahead was daunting, but together, they were unstoppable. The resurrection of the United States of America was within their grasp, and they would stop at nothing to achieve it.

As the team gathered around the briefing table, the air was thick with anticipation and resolve. Cody Rhodes, the American Nightmare, looked around at his fellow Americans and knew they were ready for whatever lay ahead. The battle for America's soul had only just begun, but with the strength and unity of SEAL Team Eight, victory was inevitable.

"So what is the plan Darnold-sama~? Cuz I'm gettin' bored and waitin' to slay some fuckin' Skibidi Toilets" Spoke Clownpiece, the former Hell Fairy who had been raptured from the world of Touhou Project to the land of America, she was so patriotic that her outfit was based on the American Flag.

Sam Darnold arrived and sat down upon his table, his massive penis was too large to be contained without showing and his chadliness was off the charts as the GEQBUS himself.

"First, we identify the fuckwraiths which have begun ruining the United States of America, those are what we call the Skibidi Toilets," Sam Darnold spoke diligently, his massive muscles barely contained by the tuxedo that he wore, threatening to spill out, "But more important are the fucks who have begun supporting the Skibidi Toilets and have betrayed America which led to this fucked-up circumstances."

John Cena was eager to ask Sam Darnold who these people were, Sam Darnold only knew the identity of an Anarcho-Communist group which calls themselves "The Illuminati" which is led by the G-man Toilet while the rest of the members are unknown other than Joel Osteen and Kenneth Copeland who had been killed off.

John Cena leaned forward, his expression serious. "Who are these traitors, Sam? We need to know who we're up against... name the fuckin' bastards."

Sam Darnold's eyes darkened as he revealed the identities of their enemies. "The main group behind this chaos is an Anarcho-Communist organization calling themselves 'The Illuminati.' Their leader is none other than the G-man Toilet and they've been mostly very secretive about their identities, this group has infiltrated various sectors of our society, spreading their vile ideology and supporting the Skibidi Toilets who coincidentally spout Anarcho-Communist garbage and kill people, I wouldn't be surprised if the two were correlated."

The mention of the Illuminati sent a ripple of anger through the room. The team members exchanged glances, their resolve hardening and their loins pulsating with American fuckrage and blood.

Sam Darnold continued, "We have managed to identify two key members of the Illuminati Joel Osteen and Kenneth Copeland. Both were treacherous fucks who aligned themselves with the Skibidi Toilets with their cultish practices, however, they have been eliminated by an American faction known as the New England Patriots. Their deaths have sent a clear message, but the fight is far from over."

Clownpiece's eyes lit up with a fierce determination and elfonic American Fuckrage, "So, we just need to find the G-man Toilet and take down the rest of the Illuminati, right?"

"Exactly," Sam Darnold affirmed. "The G-man Toilet is our primary target. But be aware, the Illuminati is vast and deeply entrenched. We must root them out and destroy them, ensuring no trace of their influence remains."

Sam Darnold stood with his statuesque chest gleaming in the rays of sun which touch upon his holy temple which the Lord had bestowed upon him, "Then let's move out. SEAL Team Eight, we do not know the other members of the Illuminati and I request that four of you guys head to four separate factions when they need our help... we must support our troops!"

Sam Darnold then looked at Chika Fujiwara and bellowed at her to wake the fuck up.

Chika Fujiwara stirred from her deep slumber, her eyes blinking open as she groggily sat up and looked at the prestigious face of Sam Darnold himself, "Huh? What's going on?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

Sam Darnold fixed her with a stern gaze which could melt vibranium. "Chika, we need your attention. We have a crucial mission ahead of us... I call it Operation Touchdown."

Chika blinked, fully awake now. "Oh! Right, sorry about that. What's the plan, Sam?"

Sam Darnold's expression softened slightly as he explained the situation to Chika Fujiwara, "We're facing a threat to America unlike anything we've seen before. An organization called the Illuminati, led by the G-man Toilet is spreading chaos and supporting the Skibidi Toilets which have caused a crazy spread of communism and other bullshit ideologies to poison the planet and we need four people to volunteer to help out four notable factions that exist in America, are you willing?"

Chika Fujiwara felt her boobs pulsate with elfin fervor as she nodded, "Fuck yeah... which one is the most powerful so far?"

Sam Darnold pulled out his laptop and looked at the four notable factions, the most powerful Pro-American faction in America currently was the Mental Out Faction, Chika would join that faction due to her desire to do so.

"Alright, now where is that fucker Captain Underpants at? He's lat e!"

Sam Darnold must've spoken too soon as Captain Underpants came bursting through the walls, his nipples hardening as he straightened out his cape... Tra la la~!

"Tra la la~! Sorry I'm late, everyone!" Captain Underpants exclaimed, his voice cheerful despite his tardiness. He straightened his cape which was soaked with blood and porcelain, his eyes twinkling with remorse. "I got a little carried away fighting off some Skibidi Toilets on my way here. You know how it is... had to break their necks with my loins and my chest!"

Sam Darnold's stern gaze softened at the sight of Captain Underpants and his blood-soaked cape. "It's alright, Captain. We're just glad you're here now... good job slaying those porcelain fucks."

The rad and wicked voice of Guy Fieri chimed in as his voice was bright with enthusiasm. "Ain't nothin' better than slaying some Anarcho-Communists, Amirite son?"

Guy Fieri took a bite out of his sandwich again, seeing that Captain Underpants had arrived with his blood-soaked cape and his bruised knuckles, indictive of the raw fuckrage that he had unleashed on the Skibidi Toilets.

"Ain't that the truth!" Captain Underpants replied with a grin, his eyes gleaming with pride at his recent battle... his not-so statuesque chest betraying his image as the All-American Superhero, "Nothing gets the blood pumping like taking down those porcelain bastards! I've already got experience fighting Toilets after all, but nothing as wicked as that!"

Guy Fieri nodded in agreement, his mouth full of sandwich. "You said it, brother! We're in this together, fighting the good fight against the forces of Anarcho-Communism and all their bullshit."

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: AMERICA FUCK YEAH!

The heads and mouths of the presidents of Mount Rushmore began to split open as the flying magic school bus of Ms. Frizzle, the flaming Hummer of Cody Rhodes, the flying Camaro of Guy Fieri and the floating pink bubble of Chika Fujiwara emerge from Mount Rushmore and began flying in different directions to meet their factions which they would assist or observe until they were needed.

With a burst of raw fucking energy, the vehicles shot forth from Mount Rushmore, each heading in a different direction across the vast expanse of the United States of America, spreading across the once powerful nation which had been left in ruins from the forces of the Skibidi Toilets. The school bus soared gracefully into the sky, its colorful exterior shimmering in the sunlight as it embarked on its journey, wings sprouting out from its sides as it had been piloted by an insane and unhinged schoolteacher turned follower of Sam Darnold.

Cody Rhodes's Hummer roared with power and fuckrage, leaving a trail of flames in its wake as it sped across the landscape in its wicked flight through the skies, soaring like the Apollo 11 mission which had cemented America's status years ago as the premier superpower in the world.

Guy Fieri's Camaro tore through the air, its engine growling with excitement as it raced towards its destination, flames coming out of its exhaust as Guy Fieri proceeded to perform a bunch of donuts in the air with his Camaro, the machine guns on the side began raining down a torrential rainstorm of bullets upon Anarcho-Communists and all other forms of unspeakable evils and bullshit.

Chika Fujiwara's pink bubble floated serenely through the scene as the fucking idiot went to sleep in her bubble which floated to the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with its magical powers of bullshit.

As the vehicles disappeared into the horizon, their occupants prepared themselves for the challenges ahead except for the sleeping Chika Fujiwara, each team member knew their role in the mission to defend America and they were determined to fulfill it with unwavering resolve and American Fuckrage.

Staying at the base in Mount Rushmore was Sam Darnold, John Cena, Clownpiece and Captain Underpants who had stayed back so they could observe the unspeakable fuckery which was plaguing America.

"Yeah, America Fuck Yeah!"

Clownpiece yelled at the top of her lungs, stroking her staff with sexual titillation which consumed her body and sent her into an ecstasy.

With Guy Fieri, Ms. Frizzle, Chika Fujiwara and Cody Rhodes all on their ways to assist the American factions which were helping wipe clean the world of the Skibidi Toilets, Sam Darnold led his American Patriots to a stash of all sorts of obscene weapons such as scrotum guns, flaming dildos, American-colored knives and groinsaws.

They would need these weapons to assist in whatever raw unadulterated bullshit which would stand before them as evil was omnipresent and armed to the teeth with bullshit and all other forms of unspeakable bullshit.

America, Fuck Yeah!

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Chapter 26: Shaq and the Queer Lodge Pt. 2

The massive frame of Shaquille O'Neill had entered through the doors to the room of the Big Ballers where Shaq and his foolish, stupid and utterly insane pieces of fuck had been resting for days at the massive femboy resort lodge which was run by none other than Nick Saban's Alabama Crimson Tide where the mascot of the Ohio Buckeyes was sleeping with two anime body pillows in another room, but we aren't here to talk about whatever the fuck HE is doing are we?

"Brought some food from that fuckin' femboy hooters nearby, enjoy."

Shaquille O'Neill had set down the bag of chicken wings and all sorts of unspeakable hot sauces, Kobayashi Rindou who had been waiting for the food for years now had finally gotten her wish and ran over to Shaq, sitting down at the lodge table.

"Ah, Femboy hooters eh? Did they make these wings out of some thicc thighs or somethin, they look great... lemme just..."

Kobayashi Rindou dipped her searing hot wing into some ranch, eager to murder the fuck out of her tastebuds with eager fuckrage and excitement which titillated her tastebuds... stimulate your senses.

"Yeah, got em' at a femboy hooters... nearly got shot and killed by a bunch of dick-tuggin' fuckfarts who came in waves, buncha fuckin' pussies if I tell ya" Shaq spoke with raw fuckrage building in his pants, "Fuckin' bastards wanted to take down the Shaq... but ain't nothin' stoppin the great Shaquille O'neill, whether it be Skibidi Toilets or Free Throws."

Stocking Anarchy raised an eyebrow at Shaq's recount of his near-death experience at Femboy Hooters. She took a sip of her tea before setting the cup down, her curiosity piqued by his tale of death and destruction.

"So, what exactly did you see out there, Shaq?" Stocking asked, her tone a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity. "I mean, aside from the obvious femboys and those dick-tuggin' wankers you mentioned. Any more of those Skibidi Toilets or other weird shit?"

She leaned back in her chair, eyeing the bag of chicken wings with mild interest but more focused on Shaq's story for Stocking Anarchy preferred sweets rather than spicy shit, "And what's with those fuckin' wankers? They just come out of nowhere and start shit, or is there some kind of pattern to this madness? Are they a bunch of fuckin' bellends?"

Stocking's piercing gaze remained fixed on Shaquille O'neill, waiting for his detailed account of the situation outside. She wanted to get a sense of what they were up against and what they might encounter in New Orleans.

"Nah bitch, was probably a buncha' fuckin' petty-ass thugs n' bandits n' shit like that, gave them the ol' Shaq Attack and splattered their heads asunder with a slam dunk before runnin' away."

Stocking was a tad disappointed that they ended up being a bunch of NPCs and bots, nothing big or exciting like she had hoped... she went back to her tea and took out some sweetened wings which were laced with honey and cake, she only ate sweet things.

Shaq leaned back against the wall, shaking his head with a chuckle at Stocking's disappointed reaction. "Yeah, ain't nothin' special about those wankers. Just some low-life assholes lookin' to start trouble and take down The Shaq But trust me, I gave those cuntbags a taste of the Shaq attack, who knows what kinda freakshow's waitin' for us in New Orleans... I mean hell, I just got some wings from the rare and exclusive femboy hooters."

He grabbed a wing from the bag, dunking it in some hot sauce before taking a big bite. "These femboy hooters know how to make some damn good wings though. Almost worth gettin' shot at for."

Rindou spoke with her mouth full of chicken and in between bites. "Yeah, well, if those were just some random dick-tuggin assholes, it makes me wonder what the real danger in New Orleans is gonna be like. I'm ready to bash some heads in, though. No one's gonna stop me from gettin' my drink on after we finish this shit... and i've already had enough of these fuckin' cucks."

Ruiko Saten nodded as well, "Shaq's right. We need to stay focused on slaying these fools and if those thugs were just the beginning, who knows what we're about to face. Let's just hope it's not a whole city full of Skibidi Toilets or some other messed-up crap... though it probably is, bet there will probably be a bunch of satanic ritualistic shit."

Mika Jougasaki was sprawled out on the bed with a half-eaten chicken wing in hand, she looked up from her meal, her eyes weary but filled with sheer determined fuckrage which defied all expectations that Shaq had put upon her, She took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking, her voice tinged with exhaustion and violence.

"Yeah, well, whatever's waiting for us in New Orleans, it can't be worse than the shit we've already seen," Mika said, taking another bite of her wing. "I mean, we've fought off Skibidi Toilets and God knows what else. What's a few more psychos or supernatural bullshittery compared to that?"

She sighed, rubbing her temple with her free hand. "I'm just tired, guys. Tired of the constant fighting, tired of not knowing what's coming next. But we have to keep going, right? No matter how messed up things get, we have to stick together and push through... I just wanna get back to my idol gigs and make cute TikToks n' shit."

Mika glanced around the room, her gaze lingering on each member of their group. "So let's get through this mission in New Orleans, kick some ass, and then maybe, just maybe, we can finally have a moment to breathe. And hey, if Rindou wants to get plastered on Bourbon Street after, well, I'll be right there with her... so long as they have some sweet drinks and pastries."

She offered a tired smile before returning to her meal, hoping her words had provided some semblance of comfort or motivation to the group.

"I mean like fuck yeah, I want to get plastered and fuckin' railed by some hot stud after this bullshittery bullshit, I mean this place kinda fuckin' sucks after all... I mean just outside of the city are a bunch of corpses tossed out like fags left to dry in the wind and next to them is a whole supply of Skibidi Toilets n' other fucked up shit" Spoke Kobayashi Rindou, having gotten drunk and tossing the bottle against the wall.

Rindou's tosspot antics came to an abrupt halt as Uiharu Kazari suddenly spoke up, having returned from a trek through the unholy bowels outside of the Queer Resort, having checked up on Lightning McQueen.

Uiharu Kazari stormed into the room, her face flushed with anger and raw, apoplectic fuckrage, eyes blazing as she addressed the group. "You frickin' fricks! Do you even realize how much noise you're making with your fucking gex!? We're supposed to be lying low n' hidin', not drawing every Skibidi Toilet and thug within a mile to our location with your drunken bullshit! You too Shaq, ain't no reason to piss off da' fuckin' thugs with your wing-tossin' bullshit!"

She shot a furious glare at Kobayashi Rindou, who was in the midst of another drink. "And you! Rindou, get your fuckin' shit together. We're not on some vacation, we're in the middle of a goddamn war zone! If you want to get plastered and screwed, save it for when we're not risking our lives every second!"

Uiharu's hands were clenched into fists at her sides, her frustration palpable. "I just checked on Lightning McQueen. He's in good shape, but we need to be ready to move at a moment's notice. We can't afford to be caught off guard because someone decided it was a good idea to throw a drunken tantrum."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Look, I get it. We're all tired and stressed. But if we don't stay focused, none of us are going to make it to Bourbon Street, let alone get out of New Orleans alive. So please, for the sake of everyone here, get your shit together."

Uiharu's fierce expression softened slightly as she looked at the group. "Let's just finish our meal, get some rest, and be ready for whatever comes next. We're in this together, and that's the only way we're going to survive."

Uiharu swiped Rindou's drink away and tosses it into the trash with a ludicris swish, having shot the bottle like Kobe Bryant would back in his prime... this was possible due to the fuckrage burning through her veins.

"Ey, what da fuck was that shit for, wanna go... faggart?" Rindou spoke, cracking her gnarled and bloody knuckles as fuckrage flowed through her veins with elfin fervor, her hands trembling and threatening to strange Uiharu with raw fuckrage.

"Ey what the fuck did you say to me, bitch faggart?" Roared Uiharu Kazari, not wanting to deal with any of Rindou's tosspot antics any longer, her anger coursing and flowing through her veins.

Rindou stood up, her chair screeching against the floor as she faced Uiharu Kazari, a savage glint in her eye. "I said, what the fuck was that shit for, you fuckin' faggart? You think you can just waltz in here and tell me what to do? I've had enough of your anal evacuating bullshit, you goddamn prick!"

Uiharu's fists clenched tighter, her fuck-fury matching Rindou's. "Bitch, who the fuck do you think you are? You've been nothing but a drunken, horny liability this entire time! I'm sick of your tosspot antics dragging us all down. You want to get plastered and fucked by some limp dick fuck at? Do it on your own time, not when we're all at risk, you stupid fucking cunt!"

Rindou stepped closer with their faces now inches apart from each other, her voice dripping with venom. "Oh, I'll do whatever the fuck I want, you uptight piece of shit! You think you're better than me? You think your little lectures and holier-than-thou attitude mean anything out here? Fuck you!"

Uiharu didn't back down, her voice rising in anger after all the tomfuckery that Rindou put her and Ruiko through "You're nothing but a goddamn liability, Rindou! While you're out here acting like a horny teen, the rest of us are trying to survive the bowels called Post-Apocalyptic Earth, so shut the fuck up, get your fuckin' shit together or get the fuck out of our way!"

Rindou's eyes narrowed, her rage boiling over into intensified fuckrage "I'm not taking orders from some self-righteous, sanctimonious bitch like you! You think you're tough? Let's see how tough you are when I smash your fucking face in!"

Uiharu felt her loins pulsate in angry fuckrage, ready to rip Rindou's fuckin' face off with her bare hands "Bring it on, you drunken whore! I've had enough of your cocksuckin' bullshit. You want to fight? Let's fucking go!"

The tension in the room was electric as a Wrestlemania event as the two women glared at each other, the air thick with the promise of violence and an equally entertaining catfight between these two chicks, the rest of the group watched from the other side of the room, unsure if they should intervene or let the two settle their differences in the only way they seemed to know how... fucking each other up.

But here comes Shaquille O'Neill who sauntered forth, grabbed both girls and suplexed the fuck out fo them with elfin fervor... he yelled at them, bellowed at them to shut the fuck up and to enjoy those fuckin' wings and chicken tendies that he brought which nearly costed him his fucking life... he had gone out and cockblocked the fight.

"Enough of this fuckin' bullshit!" Shaq bellowed upon Rindou and Uiharu with elfin fervor, his voice reverberating through the queer resort lodge. "I've had it up to here with you two fucking dumbasses! You think this is a goddamn joke? You think you can just fight each other while we're out here tryin' to survive this Skibidi Toilet apocalypse? You both need to shut the fuck up and get your shit together... if you need to walk around or rub one out, then fine... but enough of this arguing shit."

He pointed at the bag of wings and chicken tendies he'd risked his life to bring from the Femboy Hooters mear New Orleans "I nearly got my ass shot for these fuckin' dipshit wings! So you two better sit the fuck down, eat these fuckers and start acting like goddamn team players, none of that Joel Embiid shit or I swear to toss you motherfuckers out and let the Skibidi Toilets rip your skin off like I do to these fuckin' wings."

Shaq tore into a chicken wing, ripping off its skin and tearing off the soft chicken meat from the bone with an eager hunger that fueled this hulking beast of a man, that was the power of the Shaq and his unending fuckrage which boiled in his pants... simmering through his raging boner.

Rindou and Uiharu were momentarily stunned by Shaq's outburst which was filled with such fuckrage, that it got them to shut the fuck up... they glared at each other but reluctantly backed down, the raw intensity of Shaq's anger cutting through their animosity.

"And let me make one thing clear, motherfuckers" Shaq continued, his eyes burning with unyielding fuck-fury. "We're in this shit together. We've got a fuckin' mission to complete and I won't let any of your petty ass drama shit get in the fuckin' way. So, sit your pissed-off little asses down, eat the damn wings and get ready for New Orleans tomorrow cuz we've got bigger fuckin' problems to deal with than your dumbass bickering. Do I make myself clear, you fuckin' bakas?!"

Both Uiharu Kazari and Kobayashi Rindou bowed their heads and nodded in a sign of submission to the Shaq who had melted their defiance with his sheer fuck-fury and his nanomachine-infused loins... the animosity between Uiharu and Rindou tempered by the sheer force of Shaq's presence and authority... his massive biceps flexed and revealed his chisled and sculpted statuesque american body, 100% Natural American Body.

"Good," Shaq growled angrily, releasing them and stepping back. "Now, let's get our heads in the game and focus on what's ahead of us, we're gonna take down whatever the fuck's causing this Skibidi Toilet mess, and we're gonna do it as a goddamn team. No more bullshit."

Mika Jougasaki was awakened from her sleep by the earlier commotion between Rindou, Uiharu and Shaq, she stood up and cautiously approached Shaquille O'Neill. She could still see the remnants of his anger, but she knew they needed a plan.

"Shaq, what's the plan for tomorrow?" Mika asked, her voice tentative but resolute with fuck-fury, "I know we're waiting on LA Knight, but do we have any idea what we're supposed to do in New Orleans? We need to be prepared for whatever's coming."

Shaq took a deep breath, trying to push aside his lingering frustration. He knew Mika was right—they needed a plan, and they needed to be ready to rock the fuck out "Yeah, we're waiting on LA Knight's word, but we can't sit around doing nothing. We'll need to gather intel, scout the area, and figure out the best way to deal with those Skibidi Toilets and any other bullshit we run into. Once we get our orders, we'll move fast and hit hard."

Shaq's phone buzzed and he saw LA Knight's name flashing on the screen with elfonic fervor, Shaq answered the call from LA Knight, Shaq braced himself for whatever drunken nonsense was about to come through the phone from the fucking LA knight.

LA Knight's voice slurred through the speaker, "Hey, Shaq! You big sumbitch, you listenin'? I've got the goddamn pinpoint coordinates for that Skibidi Toilet manufacturing site. Fuckin' found it while downing a bottle of Jägermeister and wrestlin' with some Google Maps bullshit... the fuckin' interfaces work like piss n' vinegar."

Shaq rolled his eyes, but he knew this was the critical information they needed... from this drunk fuck of all people of course... "Alright, LA Knight, hit me with the coordinates. We need to know where to go and what we're dealing with."

LA Knight's voice grew more focused, albeit still slurred with the effects of excessive alcohol... "Yeah, yeah, it's in the Warehouse District, deep in the fuckin' heart of New Orleans. It's an old abandoned factory, real creepy goth shit. Got it marked on the map for ya. Address is 1337 Go Fuck Yourself Street and yes, that is the fucking name of the street... Get there and you'll see the place swarming with those toilet-human fuckers, you gotta hit 'em hard, Shaq, don't let 'em multiply. Fuck 'em up real good, you hear? Penetrate their defenses, thrust inside of the factory, go in and out...!"

"Heh, nice name" Muttered Rindou with a smirk, overhearing the name of the street through the speaker on Shaq's phone, "sounds like a very sweet and endearing name for such a lovely street."

Stocking rolled her eyes, a look of disdain crossing her face at the absurdity of such a street namre, "1337 Go Fuck Yourself Street? Seriously? Sounds like the kind of trashy shit I'd expect from a city like this. Real fuckin' classy, classy like a bunch of piss-ass drunk Eagle fans" she muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm and her loins pulsating with fuckrage, "But I guess it fits, considering we're about to wade through a cesspool of Skibidi Toilets n' shit. Maybe this street name is just a reflection of the city's overall vibe—cheap, vulgar, and full of shit... just like that fuckin' Bourbon Street."

She took another sip of her tea, shaking her head. "I swear, if this mission ends with us getting ambushed on a street named 'Go Fuck Yourself', I'm never letting any of you forget it. Let's just get in, smash those toilet bowl freaks and get the hell out of this dump... I'm fuckin' sick of this place."

The rest of the group chuckled, their spirits lifted slightly by Stocking's cynical humor and dry fuckrage... not Shaq however, Mr. Shaq remained focused and he looked at everyone sternly "Alright, enough jokes. Get some rest, everyone. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day, and we need to be ready for anything."

With those words out of the way, the group of Shaquille O'neill settled down and began preparing themselves mentally and physically for the battle ahead of them... The Radical Factory at 1337 Go Fuck Yourself Street awaited and loomed before Shaq and his brethren.

Ruiko Saten had gone off from bed to seek the kinky love of her lover and former r/WallstreetBets investor named Jey Uso, the two had snuck off together in the queer lodge... despite both of them being fuckin' straight.

The pair had met online and Ruiko had called Jey Uso to the queer inn lodge to meet each other for their date and Ruiko was ready for some kinky love with the former member of the Bloodline of the WWE.

Ruiko Saten tiptoed through the dimly lit halls of the queer lodge, her heart racing with anticipation and nervous fuckrage. She reached the room where Jey Uso was waiting, her mind buzzing with excitement and a touch of nerves. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before knocking softly on the door where her fellow Redditor was.

When the door opened, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of Jey Uso. "Hey, Jey-Kun~" she whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and shyness. "It's... it's really you. I can't believe we're finally meeting in person. I've been thinking about this moment for so long, I can't even put it into words."

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "I know this place isn't exactly romantic, but I've been dying to see you. Ever since we started talking online, I've felt this... connection. Like we were meant to meet, you know? And now that you're here, it's like everything just falls into place."

Ruiko's eyes sparkled with eagerness as she took a step closer to Jey Uso, "I've been craving this, Jey. Craving you. I want to feel your touch, hear your voice in person. I want to make tonight unforgettable. Just you and me, no distractions. Let's forget about everything else and just be together, even if it's just for a little while."

Jey Uso's smile widened as he looked into Ruiko's eyes, his heart swelling with affection for Ruiko Saten... He had never expected to find love in such an unexpected place, but there was something about Ruiko that drew him in from the moment they first started talking online to the moment they first met for real.

"Ruiko," he said softly, reaching out to gently cup her soft cheek. "I've been looking forward to this moment too. Ever since we started talking, I knew there was something special about you. You're not like anyone else I've ever met, and I mean that in the best possible way."

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, his touch warm and gentle. "I'm here now and nothing else matters but you and me. Let's make tonight everything we've dreamed of, okay? Just us, together, in this moment..."

As their make-out session came to an end, Ruiko's thoughts turned momentarily to the group she had left behind, feeling a twinge of guilt for sneaking away without telling them. But the warmth of Jey Uso's embrace and the softness of his lips quickly pushed those thoughts aside for the time being.

"Jey-kun" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she looked into his eyes, "I... I feel like I should tell you something. I'm with a group of survivors, and we're on a mission in New Orleans. I didn't exactly tell them where I was going... I just needed to see you."

She paused, searching his face for any sign of judgment or disappointment. But all she found was understanding and affection from Jey Uso of the Bloodline.

"It's okay, Ruiko-chan" Jey replied, his voice soft and reassuring. "I understand. We all need to do what we can to find moments of happiness in this messed-up world of blood and death and if being with you is what makes me happy, then I'm not gonna let anything stand in our way."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, tapping away for a moment before holding it out to Ruiko. "Here, this is my phone number" he said, offering her his number. "Now we'll never be too far apart. No matter where we are, we'll always find our way back to each other."

With a soft smile, Ruiko offered her own phone number to Jey Uso before reluctantly pulling away from his comforting embrace.

Ruiko Saten waved softly as she made her way back to the door, her heart lighter knowing that they could stay connected even when they were apart as Ruiko was on a mission with Shaq and the group.

As she stepped out of the room and into the hallway, Ruiko couldn't shake the feeling of warmth and contentment that lingered from her time with Jey Uso but she knew she had to return to the group, to Shaq and the others who were counting on her... the group known as The Ballers.

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Chapter 27: The Deathly wrath of the Teletubbies

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: Sparkling King, Bowser & Co. Battle - Paper Mario: Sticker Star (Everyone's favorite paper mario :))

The thunderous humping and sexual cries of the wild femboys of the Queer Lodge near New Orleans shook the very fundamental foundation of the building, the sheer thunderhumps and powerful sexual humpings of the femboys caused an earthquake to summon beneath them, it wasn't very strong... but it was what would now be dubbed as a sex quake... an earthquake caused by hundreds of promiscuous femboys who had begun to fuck each other wildly, their rapid and powerful thrusting had begun rocking the very earth at their wake... this monstrous showing of sexual power and promiscuity was threatening to wake the stirring sleep of Shaq and his group...

In the center of this mass orgy was the unholy spawn of a semen demons caused by the sheer torrent of cum which emerged from the femboy orgy... all of the cum had accumulated into four demonic fleshy beings of fuck, their faces bizarre and their satanic television bellies even more bizarre.

They came in four colors which were Blue, Green, Yellow and Red... and they had bizarre antennas which defied all human nature.

But most notably of all was that these things had an appetite for human flesh, the blue creature... apparently refered to as "Tinky Winky" pulled out its dick which contained a bladed end, giving him what was essentially an axe-dick and this axe-dick was a weapon of pure terror, designed for one purpose... to feast on human flesh.

As the creatures stirred to life, their hunger became palpable for their bodies had just been born from the cum of femboys. The femboys, lost in their orgiastic fuck-frenzy, were oblivious to the danger that had emerged from their debauchery and sexual intercourses and The Teletubbies were driven by a raw apoplectic hunger for human flesh and blood, they were ready to devour the flesh of the wild femboys of the queer lodge.

Tinky Winky was the first to strike upon his prey and with a swift and brutal motion, it swung its bladed member at a nearby femboy which hadn't yet recovered from his post-nut clarity, the axe-dick sliced through his femboy chicken neck... slicing through the flesh and bone with terrifying ease. The femboy's screams were lost in the sea of moans and cries, his body falling limp as the creature began its grotesque feast upon his flesh, his cries silenced by the moans of other femboys who's cataclysmic fucking had drowned out his screams, causing the femboys to become completely oblivious to the slaughter that was about to commence upon them.

The other three creatures known as The Telletubbies... Dipsy, Laa-Laa, and Po followed upon the unholy and sacrilegious acts of their leader, each brandishing their own horrifying mutations which was designed purely for the desire of human flesh... Dipsy's green form lunged at another victim, tearing through flesh with jagged claws which tore into the neck of a nearby femboy, splattering his blood and ripping out his spinal cord like something out of Mortal Kombat.

Laa-Laa was the yellow and equally grotesque teletubby which had begun to use its elongated tongue to snatch a femboy from the throng, pulling him into its maw where its gaping jaws tore into the femboy, ripping him asunder with bloody fervor and bloodlust

Po, the red teletubby had begun darting across the room with its fucked up mouth... it's mouth looking like that of a lamprey with its fucked up teeth and its terrifying maw of destruction, he had latched onto a femboy... ripped into their chest and sucked out its blood in a horrifying scene of death and blood-splatter.

The scene was one of absolute horrific horror as the once innocent Teletubbies had transformed into demonic fuckwraiths of death and destruction, they feasting on the flesh of the very beings that had inadvertently brought them to life, their bodies once created from the cum from the swaths of wild femboy... they now feasted upon the wild femboys and tore through their thighs and bones, devouring their entire bodies with elfin fervor.

The Queer Lodge is now filled with the elfonic fuck-screams of hundreds of wild femboys who are being slaughtered and torn apart by the very beings that they had accidentally procreated through the sheer volume of their merged cum... these twisted forms of the Telletubbies were beyond the realm of imagination and the product of all unholy in the world... and they threatened to wake up the Shaq and The Big Ballers themselves.

Amidst the raw fuck-chaos the Shaq and his group began to stir from the sheer tumultuous fuckrage which was brewing in the lobby of the queer lodge, the tremors and screams piercing through the flimsy walls of the queer lodges, causing a cacaphony of fuck-screams and death-screams which slayed the fucking air with their sheer fuck-power.

The sudden realization of the raw nightmare unfolding around them was a harsh awakening to the sweet dreams of Shaq and his group. They heard all of the unholy satanic fuckery which was going outside in the lobby and suddenly, Shaquille O'Neill spoke up, his loins pulsating with fuckrage and adrenaline.

"Man, what the fuck is that? You hearin' that shit?" Shaq spoke, his loins pulsating with elfin fervor as he heard the raw sounds of fucks-creams and death from beyond their cabin... the sounds were faint as fuck, but could be heard.

Mika Jougasaki's face went pale with confusion and fear, the ever-timorous former idol sat up in her bed, trembling all the while. The chaotic fuck-screams and chaotic fuck-noises from outside their cabin filled her with sonic-filled dread. Her timid voice trembled as she spoke to Shaq with a timid squeaky noise, "Shaq, what the fuck is going on out there? It sounds like a goddamn massacre... What the fuck are those noises? I thought this was just a lodge for wild femboys and queers, but it sounds like something straight out of a nightmare of fuck."

Her eyes darted around the room in panic, seeking reassurance from the other members of Shaq's group "Are those... are those the sounds of people being killed? We need to do something about that bullshit, we can't just sit here while that horror's happening right outside" Spoke Mika Jougasaki who clutched the blanket tightly.

Kobayashi Rindou felt her clit tingle and her loins pulsate with a combination of fuckrage and curiosity at the mashed-up cacaphony of noises from outside of the cabin, the fucked up noises aroused her real good.

"Well, well, well, sounds like shit's finally getting interesting in this fuckin' joint" Rindou said with a twisted grin which made her look like a total fuckin' psychopath, "All that noise, all that chaos... someone's having a real party out there... We might as well join in and crash the fuckin' thing."

Kobayashi Rindou grabbed her weapon, her voice brimming with anticipation as her tits hardened with arousal "Come on, you fuckin' fuckers... let's see what kind of fucked-up nightmare we're dealing with in dis fuckin' queer lodge over here, cuz i'm ready to bash some heads, skulls and dicks and maybe find a good drink afterwards. Ain't no way we're just sitting here while this lodge turns into what I believe is a fuckin' slaughterhouse."

Stocking felt her large boobs and heavenly body tingle with raw fuckrage at Rindou's proposal, gently lowering her teacup onto a nearby table... Stocking Anarchy responded with a fuckraged tone of excitement and brutish fuckrage.

"About damn time" Stocking muttered, her voice low and charged with adrenaline and fuckrage mixed into a potent cocktail of stronger fuckrage. "I was starting to get bored in this goddamn queer lodge, let's go see what kind of fuckin' freaks are making all that noise and i've got a score to settle with anything that thinks it can disturb my fucking tea time with those loud fucking moans and screams."

She cracked a faint smirk which revelled in chaos, her mind already strategizing on what to do to whatever was outside of this fucking hellhole. "Rindou's right. This ain't no time to sit on our asses like a bunch of cuckolds. Let's show these fuckers what happens when they mess with The Big Ballers and i'm ready to shoot some shit up and maybe find something sweet to snack on after... how else is a lady supposed to climax?"

With those words out of the way, Shaq took the lead towards the door, Stocking Anarchy grabbed her pistols at the ready and her heart pounding with anticipation because the promise of a chaotic fight ahead only fueled her fuckrage further, eager to unleash hell upon whatever horrors awaited them outside the lodge.

Shaq entered the outside lobby and watched the absolute horror-show that was blooming before his eyes as four red, yellow, blue and green creatures had nailed various wild femboys into a cursed circle of death... their arms outstretched and their hands nailed to each other.

The wild femboys were forced to circle around a golden idol Skibidi Toilet which was made from solid gold and depicted the Skibidi Toilet which was eating a headless woman made out of motorcycle parts and cardboard boxes.

Shaq's brow furrowed deeply as he surveyed the scene in all its raw fucked up glory, his mind began racing to comprehend the sheer madness unfolding before his fucking eyes. The air was thick with the stench of fear and despair, mingled with the metallic tang of blood and the unsettling aura of dark magic and wild femboy blood.

"What in the absolute fuck is this bullshit?" Shaq muttered, his voice low and filled with disbelief and confusion, "This ain't just some fucking Skibidi Toilet nonsense anymore. This is some next-level fuckery right here..."

He glanced over his massive shoulders, locking eyes with Stocking Anarchy and the rest of the group who had gathered behind him, their expressions a mix of horror and raw fascination which appeared over their faces... this was some fucked up shit right here folks.

"Alright, My Big Ballers..." Shaq bellowed at his group, his voice cutting through the eerie silence that hung in the air. "We ain't here to watch this fucking clown show... We're here to fuck shit up and put an end to this nightmare bullshit, get your fucking weapons ready... we rock the fuck out."

With those words being spoken to the group, Shaquille O'Neill took the lead for his group, his chad-level stride highlighted his impossibly statuesque chest and his furious loins which pulsated with fuckrage which burns through his body.

He strove towards the cursed circle of death and the golden Skibidi Toilet idol which had fascinated it with its sheer fuckery, his fists clenched with raw fuckrage and his mind focused on the task ahead which lays before him.

"You sick fucks, what did you do to those wild femboys?!" Ruiko Saten growled angrily, staring at the four teletubbies which had begun devouring the corpses of some slain wild femboy with rabid intent...

The Teletubbies emitted bizarre sounds that resembled a distorted language of fuck, their guttural noises sent chills down the spines of Shaq and his team of BALLERS.

The Teletubbies were demonic pieces of shit which were spawned by freak accident of combining Wild Femboy sperm and plot armor magic, it was as if their very presence defied all natural order, a perversion of innocence twisted into a nightmarish form of perversion and degeneracy.

Stocking Anarchy raised her dual pistols with elfin fervor, her expression one of grim anger and fuckrage, "Let's show these freaking freaks what happens when they fuck with us, time to BALL THE FUCK OUT" she growled, her voice low and steady despite the chaos that fucked around the group of Shaq.

Shaq stepped forward with menacing fuckrage, his immense presence casting a shadow over the scene with his towering frame. His fuck-fury burned hot as he stared down the creatures defiling the sanctity of life and order and defiling the breeding season of the femboys... "You think you can feast on innocents and get away with it? Not on my fucking watch, die motherfucker die!" he thundered, his voice echoing through the lobby as he unsheathed his chair from his pocket... ready to rock the fuck out with his Godly Chair and nothing more than his titanic strength and tumultuous FUCKRAGE.

With a primal roar of fuckrage, Shaq charged towards the Teletubbies and their demonic forms of fuck, his fists were ready to deliver divine justice and prestine fuckrage upon these pieces of shit.

The rest of the Big Ballers followed suit, they were armed to the teeth and their weapons at the ready to rock the fuck out against the teletubbies and their demonic fuckbodies which were forged from the cum of femboys, but woven with the demonic spirits of Skibidi Toilets and other unspeakable evils of fuck.

The battle against the unholy union of Skibidi Toilets and their grotesque minions had begun in earnest fuckrage and Shaq's group was determined and eager to vanquish the nightmare that had plagued the Queer Lodge near New Orleans, then they would murder the fuck out of whoever was in charge of Skibidi Toilet production in New Orleans.

"Shaq, do you respond? What the everlasting fuck is going on in that fucking queer lodge? Don't tell me you're having an orgy or something with the wild femboy... it's usually their mating season during this part of the year."

The LA Knight spoke through the PARA-RAID device which was connected to the ear of Shaquille O'Neill... Shaq responded in kind, the sounds of fighting and wretched screams of dying femboys can be heard as Shaq fought to save them from the maws of the Teletubbies which ripped their limbs apart with elfin fervor.

As the chaotic sounds of battle and dying femboy screams echoed in the background, Shaq's patience wore thin with LA Knight's insensitive remark the big man rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath before ending the call abruptly, pressing a button on the PARA-RAID device to mute the fucking fucker for the time being.

"Fuck that noise," Shaq grumbled to himself as the frustration was evident in his throaty voice. He glanced back at his team of ballers who were locked in fierce combat against the nightmarish Teletubby creatures who had begun mucking shit up with their fucking existence, fucking pieces of fucking shit.

"We're not here for some fucking sex orgy with the wild femboys of this area," Shaq growled to his team, his voice a blend of anger and raw apoplectic fuckrage. "We're here to clean up this mess and shut down these freaks once and for all... we rip their throats out and spit down their fucking necks!"

Ignoring the distraction from the LA Knight, Shaq refocused on the battle ahead which loomed before him. His fists clenched tighter as he waded deeper into the fray of battle, his massive frame was a bulwark against the encroaching horrors of demonic fuckwraiths that were the Teletubbies.

With each thunderous blow and precise shot from his companions, they pushed back against the abominations known as The Teletubbies... their resolve was built upon the pleasure of slaying these pieces of teletubby fuckery with elfin fervor and fuckrage.

The lodge echoed with the clash of metal and flesh, the desperate cries and fuck-screams of the dying and the relentless fuckrage of those fighting for survival and fuckslaying.

Shaq's team fought with a fierce unity and coordination which was only been seen during the peak of the Washington Wizards Dynasty, each member holding their ground against the unholy forces that threatened to murder the fuck out of them.

Amidst the chaos and carnage, Shaq's voice boomed above the din of battle with elfin fervor, he commanded his team with authority and strength which came from his powerful loins "Keep pushing those fuckers back! We're taking these bastards down and ending this nightmarish bullshit tonight!"

The smallest of the Teletubbies, Po lets out a demonic roar of death as it lunged at Stocking Anarchy with its Lamprey-looking mouth which threatened to bore into Stocking's chest and suck out her blood like a leech... but the Stocking Anarchy was clever and with her loins pulsating with American Fuckrage, she executed a slick pivot to the side... dodging the lunging attack of Po.

"Nice try, Po... But if you're gonna suck the blood out of my tits, at least do it better than whatever the fuck that was!" Stocking mocked, her tone dripping with disdain as she circled Po, keeping her pistols trained on its grotesque form... goading it to attack her with elfin fuckrage.

"You think you can just come at me with that Lamprey mouth and scare me? Ha! I've dealt with scarier shit while brushing my teeth in the morning or when taking a shit..." Stocking continued, her confidence swelling as she taunted the demonic creature known as Teletubby Po... "Come on, show me what you've got! Or are you just another freaky prop in this fucked-up circus... perhaps you're just shitty fodder written for this fanfic for pure shock value... how fucking lame."

Po growled angrily, its distorted face contorting with fuckrage as it lunged again, only to be met with a barrage of bullets from Stocking's blazing fuck-pistols. She fired with deadly accuracy and angered fuckrage, each shot finding its mark on Po's twisted and gnarled flesh, causing it to screech in pain and stagger backward with fucking pain.

"Keep 'em coming, Po! Let's see if you can dance to the rhythm of my bullets!" Stocking taunted further like the petulant fuck that she was, her voice carrying over the chaos of battle. She maintained her focus, her movements precise and calculated as she continued to engage the creature, determined to bring it down with her trademark blend of bravado and skill.

Po lunged at Stocking one more time, this time... it had thought about feinting Stocking out... it must've thought it was clever as Po lunged at Stocking with deceptive speed, its Lamprey-like mouth gaping wide and revealing its fucked up teeth.

As it closed in, Stocking prepared to dodge again the predictable and telegraphed attack again... anticipating its move. However, Po's feint caught her off guard for a split second as it veered to the side at the last moment, aiming to catch Stocking off balance with this bullshit.

Stocking managed to sidestep, but not completely and Po's sharp teeth grazed her arm, drawing blood which began gushing out lightly... the pain caused Stocking to swear in anger and she looked at Po with fuckrage, she always had a bad habit of playing around with her food too much... this included fighting as well, she was prideful as fuck and having her arm cut like this wounded that pride.

"You little fucker! How fucking dare you touch me!" Stocking spat out, her voice filled with a mix of anger and fuckrage at Po's cunning move which caught her off guard "You almost had me there, but almost doesn't cut it in my book!"

Stocking's arm throbbed with raw pain as blood trickled down her arm, staining her goth-styled outfit. The wound fueled her anger even more, pushing her past any semblance of playful banter and taunting and with a deadly focus, she aimed both pistols at Po, her fingers squeezing the triggers without hesitation... going full Leeroy Jenkins on the fucking fucker.

Bullets ripped through the air, aimed directly at Po's twisted fucked up face. The demonic creature screeched in raw agony as each shot found its mark upon him, tearing through its flesh and causing it to stagger backward in raw pain.

Stocking Anarchy's shots were precise and relentless as fuck, they were driven by her wounded pride and the need to eliminate this threat which had dared to defile her seemingly perfect body... it pissed her off, a lot.

"You want a fight, you little shit?! I'll give you a fucking fight!" Stocking shouted angrily, her voice laced with fuck-fury as she unloaded round after round into Teletubby Po with each gunshot roarng through the loud battlefield of the queer lodge, mixing with the screams of dying femboys and the unholy sounds of the Teletubbies and the sounds of more gunfire and shouting.

Po stumbled backwards from the blows, its demonic and unholy body being riddled with bullet wounds, but this fucking fucker didn't go down easily. It let out one final desperate screech before collapsing to the ground, twitching in its death throes.

Stocking stood over the dead corpse of Teletubby Po... she was panting heavily, her pistols still aimed at the fallen creature with elfin fuckrage, "Pathetic" Spoke Stocking, looking down at the now dead Po.

"Damn Stocking, calm your tits... it's your fault for playing with your food, never underestimate your opponent" Mika Jougasaki responded, trying to teach Stocking some life lessons... but Stocking was too prideful for that and shook her head, it was just a shitty wound... nothing too serious and if anything, was more annoyed with the idea that she fucked up due to her pride.

Stocking glared at Mika with a mixture of annoyance and pride, her adrenaline still coursing through her veins from the intense battle. The wound on her arm throbbed painfully, a reminder of her lapse in focus.

"Calming my tits isn't in my job description, Mika..." Stocking retorted sharply, her voice dripping with sarcastic fuckrage which came from her loins "And I don't need a lecture on underestimating and taunting my opponents. That motherfucker got lucky with that bullshit, that's all there is to it and next time, it won't be a fucking scratch on my arm, it'll be their heads rolling on the floor with their testicles shoved into their mouth..."

The Stocking Anarchy holstered her pistols with a swift motion, her fuckraged eyes narrowing as she scanned the room for any more threats which threatened her perfect loins and boobs.

The adrenaline-fueled anger simmered through Stocking's tits, her buttered loins were raw with fuckrage as she thought about how Po had tricked her with his tricky feint move... that asshole.

On the other side of the battlefield of the femboy queer lodge of the Alabama Crimson Tide, Kobayashi Rindou stood before the archdemonic fuckwraith which was in the form of Teletubby Dipsy, the green fucker.

Kobayashi Rindou's eyes gleamed with raw fuckrage, her wicked smile curving her red lips into a seductive snarl. Stepping forward, she cracked her knuckles, each audible pop resonating through the chaotic queer lodge like a call to arms.

"Oh aren't you an ugly fucking piece of shit" Rindou bellowed upon the satanic fuckwraith that was Dipsy, her voice dripping with seductive malice and raw unadulterated fuckrage, "I've been waiting for a fucking fight. Let's see what kind of fun we can have together... you fucking chud."

Her body pulsated with excitement and sexual furiosity, her loins burning with a mixture of bloodlust and anticipation which came with how buttered they were. This american patriot known as Kobayashi Rindou reveled in the sheer fuckchaos which stormed around her and her tits, she was feeling alive in the midst of the carnage. She licked her lips, her eyes locked onto Dipsy, who was gnawing on a mutilated femboy corpse with satanic fervor which came straight from hell itself.

"You're about to learn what it means to mess with Kobayashi Rindou, you can't kill me I AM INVINCIBLE!" she taunted like the petulant fuckchild that she was, her tone rowdy and playful as all hell, "I'm going to enjoy tearing you apart, maggot."

With a predatory grin, Rindou lunged at Dipsy with elfin fervor, her movements were a blur of precisely concentrated fuckrage in its purest form, her buttered loins pulsate with fervorous fuckrage as she pulled out her guns and fired lead upon that worthless piece of fuck, planning on murdering the fuck out of it.

Dipsy withdrew its ferocious claws which were dipped in blood which had come from the gnarled chest of the dead femboy, it roared with a shrieking sound which could only be described as that of a cuckold and in all of Dipsy's raw majestic cuckoldry, he lunged at Kobayashi Rindou with its blood-filled claws, threatening to tear into the stomach of Kobayashi Rindou and decapitate her forehead to stuff her head inside the torn stomach.

But the sweaty ex-chef from Food Wars had other ideas, she began cooking as she performed a fucked-up roundhouse kick which collided with the deformed head of Dipsy, launching the green teletubby across the wall with elfin fervor... it smashed into the wall of the Queer Lodge, smashing a large Alabama Crimson Tide logo into pieces with its sheer impact which sent shockwaves throughout the queer lodge.

Dipsy shook off the impact of Rindou's powerful roundhouse kick, its twisted face contorted with satanic fuckrage and he began thrusting his hips with tumultuous spasmic thrusts of his shaft.

As it rose from the debris of the shattered Alabama Crimson Tide logo, the creature's claws elongated to appear like the knives of Freddy Krueger, the blood from the dead femboy dripping from the now razor-sharp extensions which Dipsy eagerly licked like a twizzler.

"Is that all you got, you satanic fuckwraith of fuckdeath?!" Kobayashi Rindou taunted petulantly, her voice dripping with seductive malice and raw unadulterated fuckrage which comes from the loins "Come at me, you piece of shit! Let's see what you're really made of... let's fucking go!"

Dipsy roared in satanic fervor, its demonic voice echoing through the chaos of the queer lodge of femboyville New Orleans and with newfound ferocity and fuckrage, it lunged at the Rindou, its extended claws slashing through the air with fucked up intentions, threatening to spill Rindou's blood out like a fountain.

Rindou found her loins pulsating with fervorous fuckrage, she dodged the initial swipe from Dispy's cursed claws but felt the searing pain as one claw grazed her arm with elfin fervor, drawing a line of blood.

"You think that's enough to take me down you fuckin' ugly green thing?" Rindou spat out vulgarly, her eyes blazing with fuck-fury and her loins pulsating rapidly. She clenched her fists, feeling the raw power of fuckrage surging through her veins and arteries like blood. "I've been waiting for a real fight, and you're just the appetizer to New Orleans!"

With a ferocious battle cry, The Kobayashi Rindou lunged forward upon Dipsy the Green Teletubby, her movements were a blur of deadly fuckraged precision. She delivered a series of rapid punches and kicks to the body of Dipsy, each strike fueled by her bloodlust, fuck-fury and fuckrage.

Dipsy The Teletubby retaliated at the attacks of Kobayashi Rindou, its claws slashing through the air violently in a desperate attempt to fend off the onslaught of Kobayashi Rindou who was fueled by fuckrage and her buttery loins.

Rindou ducked and weaved through the ferocious fuckstorm which was unleashed upon her sexy body, she was busy avoiding the lethal claws with her fuckraged agility that was thoroughly enhanced through her valient effort and sheer fuckrage which comes from her loins and breasts.

Kobayashi Rindou then landed a powerful punch to Dipsy's grotesque and mutlilated face, thus sending the fucked-up creature staggering backward across the Queer Lodge of Nick Saban's Alabama Crimson Tide.

And without giving the fucking piece of shit a moment to recover, Kobayashi Rindou charged up all of her fuckrage and followed up with a devastating knee strike to its abdomen, causing the Green Teletubby to double over in pain from the fully charged fuckrage attack which Rindou had unleashed upon them.

"Get ready to meet your maker, you monkey-fucking piece of dog shit!" Rindou roared epically, her voice was a blended cocktail of fury and fuckrage, such was a deadly combination that faced the unholy Teletubby named Dipsy. Kobayashi Rindou grabbed Dipsy by the head, her digits digging into its flesh and gnarled skull and with a final surge of strength enhanced by her sheer fuckrage, she slammed Dipsy into the hard concrete ground below with enough force to crack the floor beneath them, shattering the hardwood floor of the Queer Lodge.

Dipsy let out a final, pitiful screech of fuckdeath and hyperdeath before falling silent in ominous manner, its body twitching violently in its death throes while Rindou stood over the fallen creature while panting heavily, her fists still clenched and her eyes blazing with victorious fuckrage after her victory.

"Eat shit maggot, I ain't got time for your silly games you fucking numpty" Rindou taunted like the petulant little bitch that she was, she reared her leg and kicks Dipsy's head clean off... the head smashing into the wall and splattering blood across Queer lodge with brutality.

The timorous Mika Jougasaki took up an awkward defensive stance as she stood before Laa-Laa and its massive tongue of death which worked like that of a frog... devouring femboys and ripping them apart with elfin fervor... the brutal cheeks of Dipsy were covered in brutal amounts of blood and death, they were markings of its devoured femboy meals.

"Stay back, you ugly yellow thing..." Mika stammered nervously, her voice was trembling but filled with American Patriotism which pulsates through her titties. She held her weapon tightly, her hands shaking slightly as she tried to steady her piss-poor fighting stance. "I'm not going to let you hurt anyone else... you demon!"

Laa-Laa's bloodshot red eyes locked onto Mika Jougasaki with horrific speed, its slimy tongue lashing out with horrifying speed and precision upon Mika Jougasaki and her awkward form.

Mika barely managed to dodge the hellacious and frankly disgusting attack which had come at her with elfin fervor, her American Patriot preservation insticts had kicked in and caused her to dodge the fucking tongue of Laa-Laa. The grotesque and fucked up appendage whipped past her, narrowly missing her body by inches.

"I won't let fear control me, not against this ugly demonic piece of shit" Mika muttered to herself and trying to give herself a pep-talk to stimulate her loins, her voice begun gaining strength and fuckrage "I can do this. I have to do this shit..."

Taking a deep breath, Mika Jougasaki shifted her awkward stance into something more aggressive and confident, she was trying to remember the training and experience she'd gained over the days of fighting against Skibidi Toilets and other vile pieces of fucking bullshit.

This was no time to falter or fuck up, this was no time to choke harder than the 2016 Golden State Warriors... Mika Jougasaki aimed her weapon at Laa-Laa, her finger hovering over the trigger as she threatened to murder the fuck out of the especially stupid yellow teletubby with elfin fervor.

"For all those you've hurt, FOR ALL THE DEAD FEMBOYS AND THEIR RUINED THIGHS!" Mika bellowed angrily upon Laa-Laa, her voice growing with elfin fuckrage with each word. "This ends now... FOR ALL OF THE THICC THIGHS YOU'VE RUINED!"

With a determined resolve which bordered on unhinged fuckrage and tumultuous fuck-fury, Mika Jougasaki fired upon the demonic yellow teletubby known as Laa-Laa with unhinged fuckrage and fervor, she was aiming for its grotesque face which was morphed into a demonic fuckwraith which was morphed from satan himself, such a piece of shit needed to be eliminated and wiped off the face of the fucking earth.

The bullets flew true to their violent and fucked up intentions and Laa-Laa begun howling in raw fuck-pain, its grotesque and slimy tongue flailing wildly as it is being riddled with holes from Mika's pistol which she had pulled out of her pocket miraculously because plot armor.

Mika seldom let up her fuckraged barrage and fuckstorm of bullets which she rained upon Laa-Laa, her fear transforming into a fierce form of fuckrage in order to protect her friends and put an end to this fucked up nightmare which came in the form of the Teletubbies and their fucked up and supernatural existence.

Mika's eyes blazed with fuckrage and fuck-fury as she continued to fire upon Laa-Laa with unhinged violence and madness which came from her mammary glands, her voice was filled with a mixture of anger and sorrow, fuckrage and sadness... Each bullet she fired upon Laa-Laa was fueled by the memories of her past and the longing for her missing sister, Rika Jougasaki who had been separated from her after the Skibidi-Pocalypse had taken place... they had been separated amidst the chaos and fuckrage of that special day.

"You know, bitch" Mika shouted over the sound of her own gunfire which comes from her blazoning pistols, "I used to be a fucking pop idol! I sang and danced for crowds of crazy fans and likely perverted gooners, bringing joy and smiles to everyone! But that life feels like a distant dream now, thanks to pieces of shit like you and all of the bullshit that begun to invade this fucking Earth, just like the gawd damn Skibidi Toilets!"

Her bullets tore into Laa-Laa's grotesque face with elfin fervor, each shot finding its mark upon its gnarled face. The creature known as Laa-Laa howled in pain from the barrage of bullets which struck its gnarled head, its flailing tongue losing strength as Mika's onslaught continued with a sense of fucked-up fuckrage which was the highest level of fuckrage that she has reached of this chapter.

"I had a sister, her name was Rika Jougasaki..." Mika continued, her voice breaking slightly with raw emotional fuckrage as she fires upon Laa-Laa even more. "She went missing when the Skibidi-Pocalypse began days ago and I promise myself I will find her no matter what. But all this madness... all these fights... they're getting in my fucking way from accomplishing my fucking mission."

With each word which was filled with emotional weight and fuck-fury, her fuckrage grew stronger and more powerful, her shots were more precise and filled with malicious intent... Laa-Laa's movements became more erratic and desperate, its strength waning from the sheer onslaught and barrage of bullets which were fired upon the fucking bastard.

"I won't let monsterous pieces of fuck like you take away any more lives!" Mika bellowed upon Laa-Laa, her voice filled with righteous fuck-fury. "For every femboy thigh, for every innocent life you've ruined, this is for them you fucking bitch!"

Finally, with one last surge of blazioning fuckrage, Mika emptied her magazine into Laa-Laa's gnarled head with elfin fervor, the satanic creature begun collapsing to the ground in a final, pitiful screech of fuck-death.

Panting heavily due to the level of fuckrage in her body, Mika stood over the fallen satanic abomination which was not born from heaven, but from the maw of femboy cum and terra firma... her eyes were filled with a mix of triumph and sadness.

"I'll find you, sister..." Mika Jougasaki whispered, her voice softening as she spoke to herself quietly after slaying the fuck out of Laa-Laa "No matter what happens, I'll find you and bring you back to the safety of your big sister... and until then, I'll keep fighting... for everyone, no matter how fucking scared I am..."

Shaquille O'Neill grunted as he pushed against the arch-demon purple teletubby known only as Tinky-Winky with all his American Fuckraged might, the two titans clashing violently in a fierce and brutish display of strength and fuckrage which was present in these two towering titans.

Their bodies were strained from fighting and their massive muscles bulged as they fought for dominance amongst each other, each pushing the other with the force of a freight train... locked in sweaty combat.

Their brutish locked stalemate seemed unbreakable between these two sweaty titans, but Shaquille O'Neill's eyes drifted down to Tinky-Winky's grotesque axe dick which stood out from his fuckwraith body, it was a weapon that was both horrifying and bizarre as fuck... the bell-end having been replaced with a massive tomahawk axe which was used for smashing and wrecking femboy skulls... femboy brains were the favorite meal of this satanic creature.

A mix of fear and fascination coursed through the geriatric brain of Shaquille O'Neill. "What the fuck are you? What the fuck created you?!" Shaq muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with a mix of revulsion and curiosity at the sheer bizarreness of the demonic Teletubby.

Tinky-Winky's eyes gleamed with malevolent fuckrage and twisted fuck-fury which raged in his axe dick and it let out a guttural, inhuman roar of fuckdeath, pushing back with renewed fuck-fury upon Shaquille O'Neill and his allies when the damn fucker had finally realized his brothers had been slain by Shaq and his group of Ballers.

Shaq dug his massive heels into the raw and fertile hardwood of the Queer Lodge which was drenched in Femboy cum, his mind was racing to understand just where these demonspawn had come from... little did he know that he was stepping on the very cum that forged these demonic spawn through quantum randomness and pure chance.

"You're not gonna win this, cuz I'm fucking Shaquille O'Neill..." Shaq growled angrily, his voice was an elfin rumble of fuckrage and determination. "I don't know what hellhole you crawled out of, but you picked the wrong fight with me, maggot... cuz I know SHAQ FU!"

With a surge of adrenaline and pure chad energy which came from GAD, Shaq shifted his weight and used his superior height and strength to leverage Tinky-Winky off balance with a deep rumbling. He planted his massive foot against the creature's grotesque chest, pushing it backward and breaking the stalemate with raw fuckrage.

"Time to end this nightmarish bullshit," Claimed the Shaq, his voice filled with fuckrage and fuck-fury as he pulled back his massive patriotic bro-fist, ready to deliver a devastating blow to Tinky-Winky's grotesque demonic face. "This is karma for daring to stand upon our paths, you fucking demonic BOZO!"

Shaq's fist came down with the force of the chicxulub meteor impact but not really, smashing Tinky Winky's skull into a million pieces with blood and gore... thus ending the massacre of the Queer Lodge which had been formerly owned by Nick Saban's Alabama.

Ruiko Saten took a moment to absorb the gruesome and brutal scene around her. The Queer Lodge was a battlefield of carnage and cartilage, littered with the ripped apart corpses of wild femboys, shattered bones, shattered floors and the remains of the grotesque demonic Teletubbies. The air was thick with the scent of blood and other unspeakable bodily fluids which festered upon the rotten ground of the Queer Lodge.

"Holy fucking shit..." Ruiko muttered in utter horror at the scene that lay before her very eyes, her voice barely above a whisper as Ruiko Saten surveyed the aftermath of the battle against the demonic bloodlusted Teletubbies, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and disbelief at the sheer brutality that had occured at the Queer Lodge near New Orleans. "What the fucking fuck just happened here? This place looks like a goddamn slaughterhouse..."

She turned to Shaquille O'Neill who stood panting and covered in swaths of blood over his muscular and statuesque chest, the remnants of Tinky-Winky's skull splattered across his fuckrage infused fists. "Shaq, did we really just fight off a horde of demonic Teletubbies? This is some next-level nightmare shit..."

Ruiko Saten shook her head which was splattered with blood spray, trying to make sense of the chaos that occurred before them "I can't believe we made it through that satanic fuck-fury those things... they were like something out of a twisted horror movie... what the fuck" She glanced at her comrade ballers, each of them showing signs of the brutal battle that had surely taken a toll on their weary and exhausted forms. "We're lucky to be alive after that cosmic fuckery."

Shaq shrugged nonchalantly as he wiped the swaths of blood and fragments of Tinky-Winky's ruined skull from his massive fists which were infused with fuckrage. He turned to his comrade and fellow ballers, his voice booming with elfin fervor through the ruined Queer Lodge which is now a place of blood and gore.

"Alright my Big Ballers... we're fucking done in this fucking shit-heap" Shaq bellowed as he stood amongst the wretched scene of cosmic hyperdeath that was the Queer Lodge, his voice was now echoing off the blood-splattered walls. "Time to head to New Orleans! Let's get the fuck outta here."

The Big Ballers were exhausted from the satanic war of the Queer Lodge against the Teletubbies... but they were triumphant and motivated by the sheer fuckrage pulsating through their fucking veins and buttered loins.

The Big Ballers began to gather their belongings and weapons which had been used to slay the fuck out of those demonic fuckwraiths.

The Stocking Anarchy was still holding onto her pistols which had been used to murder the fuck out of the demonic fuckbeast that was Po, she holstered them with a satisfied and pompous smirk... taking a sip of her favorite tea before tossing the teapot against the wall... murdering the fuck out of it in a single go.

Kobayashi Rindou cracked her knuckles one last time before she would pick up her weapons, the adrenaline and fuckrage was still coursing through her veins and loins which were well maintained and buttered... thicc thighs.

Mika Jougasaki was still trembling despite murdering the fuck out of the demonic piece of shit known as Laa-Laa... though she had felt good about her newfound courage which came naturally whenever her fuckrage increased inside of her body and system.

Ruiko Saten nodded at the raw and powerful words of Comrade Shaquille O'Neill, her initial look of shock was giving way to determination and fuckrage. "New Orleans, huh? What's next on our list of nightmares?"

Shaquille O'Neill grinned wickedly, his towering presence and muscular thighs were a beacon of strength for the group of ballers that had been assembled at his wake "Whatever comes our fucking way, we face it together and slay the fuck out of it. We ain't done yet... we still have lots of fuckin' shit to take care of in New Orleans."

With those raw and fuckraged words being spoken by the powerful presence of Shaquille O'neill, the group left the raw carnage of the Queer Lodge behind them, stepping out into the cool night air of the area outside of New Orleans.

Their next destination was New Orleans where the satanic powers were leading to the manufacturing of Skibidi Toilets in the region and they knew the journey ahead would be fraught with danger and blood.

But together as the group known as The Big Ballers, Shaq and his brethren of mighty Ballers were ready to murder the absolute fuck out of whatever dared to stand before their fucking way.

Chapter Text

Chapter 28: A new target, Robert Manfred and the city of Charlotte, North Carolina

Manfred Arc Beginning:

Reimu Hakurei awoke from her brutish hibernation following their drunken party after the defeat of Skibidi Toilet Demonoid Kenneth Copeland and his unholy Skibidi ways... officially bringing the cities of Charleston and Atlanta back in the right direction after having brought down through the path of Skibidi Toiletism which harbored a cult of the wicked and fathered by the father of lies himself, a path that surely led to satanic doom and hyperdeath and mass destruction of endless lives... a path that no sane man would ever want to cross through and none would dare to bear the brunt of its insanity, but Skibidi Toilets were no sane creatures for they were satanic fuckwraiths from the netherworld which were nothing more than part human and part toilet... a truly satanic combination of shit, bullshit and hypershit all merged into an unholy satanic combination of demons and fuckfarts.

Reimu Hakurei and the rest of the New England Patriots had slept overnight in the bloodified chamber of Kenneth Copeland's satanic fuck-church known as the Kenneth Copeland Ministries which was a building so devoid of goodness and righteousness that even the demons avoided the satanic piece of shit building that had since been wiped clean of unholy demons through the guns and knives of Reimu Hakurei and the New England Patriots... the demons knew of this place, and they shuddered at the sheer evil of the Skibidi Toilet Cult which plagued the lands of Charleston and Atlanta.

The rest of the New England Patriots began to stir in their sleep, their groggy movements reflecting the intensity of their victorious celebration after slaying that bitch-asshole-cunt known as Kenneth Copeland just yesterday... a truly monumental moment for the New England Patriots in their fight against the forces of evil hyper-fuck-death.

Fujiwara No Mokou was the first to rise from her precarious and tumultuous slumber, she began stretching and yawning loudly as if to signal her escape from her wicked dreams of sex and bloodshed, her eyes still gleaming with the satisfaction of their hard-won triumph over satanic demonspawns shaped in the form of the Skibidi Toilet.

Kaguya Houraisan followed suit after 5the brave acts of Fujiwara No Mokou, appropriate considering their 1000 year rivalry which has since died down following the Rapture and more notably... the Skibidi-Pocalypse which had shattered their rivalry and shown them that they in fact COULD work together and not murder the shit out of each other like fucking idiots, she was muttering something about needing a strong Starbucks coffee to wash away the lingering effects of the night's revelry... she had a wicked hangover which caused her to snore loudly... annoying all of her comrades to depths never seen or heard of before... such was an unholy effect.

Reimu Hakurei took a moment to survey their surroundings which was filled with demonic fuck-blood and satanic mutiliated fuck-bodies which were littered across the bloody black ground like tree trunks chopped asunder by Lumberjacks hopped up on rage. The once-desecrated satanic Skibidi Toilet church now felt eerily empty and stone cold silent after the slaughter, the blood-stained walls and blood-stained floors were a testament to the epic fucking chaos they had unleashed upon Kenneth Copeland and his evil satanic followers. It was a scene of brutal justice, a stark reminder of the power and righteousness of the New England Patriots and their fuckraged loins which gave them the raw power needed to murder the fuck out of all satanic evils and cleanse the unholy land of its evil.

"Alright, chums..." Reimu called out, her voice hoarse but resolute with authority which bellows upon her comrades "Time to get our fucking shit together. We've got a lot of work ahead of us to rebuild these cities and make sure no more of these fucking Skibidi Toilets rise up again to threaten the great nation of AMERICA!"

The group nodded in patriotic agreement which flows through their elfin fuck-bodies, their patriotic resolve was unwavering and powerful despite the fatigue that weighed upon them and their weary gloomy souls. They knew that their mission was far from over and that America was still under threat from sieges and hoards of Skibidi Toilets... The defeat of Astro-Demonoid Kenneth Copeland was just one battle in a much larger war against the forces of darkness and communism, Skibidi and Anarcho-Communism that sought to corrupt and destroy the world they had sworn to protect from the satanic clutches of Communism and toiletry.

As they gathered their weapons and supplies for battles ahead, they were preparing to leave the desecrated satanic Skibidi Toilet church which was blasphemous and evil, Reimu's mind was already racing with plans for their next steps at the call of LA Knight... the ever drunken piece of fuckery who oversaw their bloody operation with blood and heavy metal... and LOTS of Hentai.

They had cleansed Charleston and Atlanta of the Skibidi Toilet menace and the unholy Skibidi Toilet religious threat which came in the form of cultists, but there were still other cities which were swathed with unholy specimens of shit, other threats that needed to be confronted, erased and systematically destroyed by the ferverous loins of the New England Patriots.

"Let's move the fuck out, Let's Go New England Patriots" Reimu commanded with a fuckraged tone of voice, her voice filled with determination and raw fuckrage... "We've got a world to save, one fucking Skibidi toilet slain at a time... the only good toilet is a DEAD one!"

With those heavy fucking words out of the fucking way, the New England Patriots stepped out into the morning light of Charleston, South Carolina... ready to face whatever demonic fuckwraiths lay ahead of them and their tumultuous loins. They were warriors of America, defenders of freedom, justice and democracy and nothing would stand in their way as they continued their fight against the forces of evil, Anarcho Communism and Skibidi Toilets and anything that dared to align themselves with those motherfucking pieces of shit.

The day following the fall of Kenneth Copeland was met with a chilling bite of cold rain and the sight of thousands of slain Skibidi Toilets, their heads utterly shattered and annihilated and their ruined skulls scattered across the land through the powerful winds of Charleston, South Carolina... their bodies soaking in the wet rain.

The ever-arrogant Reimu Hakurei smirked with a haughty glare upon theese slain pieces of fuck, crossing her arms as she surveyed the aftermath and the sheer amount of slain Skibidi Toilets which stood before the New England Patriots and their powerful thighs, a testament to their fuckrage and healthy American bodies. "Well, looks like our little toilet party turned into a smashing success, fucking pieces of fucking fucking shit" Reimu said with an imperious tone of voice, her body language dripping with smug satisfaction at all of the Skibidi Toilets she had slain with her party. "Those Skibidi bastards thought they could take over this motherfucking nation, but they were no match for the New England Patriots. We wiped them out and flushed their shitty plans down the TOILET."

Fujiwara No Mokou was standing beside her, she chuckled and shook her head with annoyance at the shitty puns of Reimu Hakurei. "You really know how to rub it in, don't you, Reimu Hakurei-sama?"

"Damn right, Mokou-chan... I pride myself on that shit... nothing makes an American more aroused than victory" Reimu replied, her cocky grin widening with fuckery. "We deserve to enjoy this silly moment. We took down one of the biggest threats this country has ever seen... the gawd-damn Skibidi Toilet cult and now Charleston is free from the grasps of the Skibidi Toilets and soon the rest of the world will be too. We're just getting started in our quest... to slay the fuck out."

Kaguya Houraisan joined them in their boisterous power party of hyperdeath, wiping rain from her sexy brow. "It's not just about celebrating our victories, though. We need to make sure this shitty shit never happens again in our lifetimes ever again. We need to rebuild and fortify this nation, make these cities stronger than ever... we will bring America back from the grave, we must wipe the slate clean and a new America will be BORN!"

Reimu Hakurei nodded eagerly at the declaration of fuckrage from Kaguya Houraisan, her expression turning serious and filled with righteous fuck-fury. "You're right, Kaguya Houraisan... We've got a lot of work ahead of us, but we've proven we can handle anything that comes our way, even the fuckwraiths and evils. Let's keep this momentum going and show the world what real patriots can do... time to rock the fuck out!"

The group exchanged determined glances upon each other, their resolve solidified by the victory they had achieved over the demonoid. The battle against the Skibidi Toilets was far from over, but they had made a significant dent in the enemy's ranks with the fall of the cult and as the cold rain continued to fall upon their fuckraged bodies, they knew that their fight was just beginning, and they were ready for whatever came next... whatever were the words that was heed to them by the LA Knight, yeah!

"Fix me the news LA Knight, where the fuck do we head next from this satanic fuckheap we call Charleston, South Carolina" Barked Reimu Hakurei, talking into the PARA-RAID device to LA Knight who stood on the other side... thinking of hentai and beer, like a fucking degenerate.

The PARA-RAID device crackled to life with the voice of LA Knight and his iconic drunken slur, it was clear and commanding despite the static and drunken slur. "Reimu-chan, we've got intel on the next target and oh baby does it suck monkey butts. Your next destination is Charlotte, North Carolina. It's been under the iron fist of Rob Manfred and he's a real piece of work. Manfred's set up a dystopian surveillance state over there at Charlotte, North Carolina. he got cameras on every corner, drones patrolling the skies and Skibidi Toilets acting as enforcers so he can assassinate whoever dares to oppose his oppressive rule and his fucked up surveillance state. He's got the whole city locked down tighter than the pussy of Rias Gremory."

Reimu listened intently to the words of LA Knight, her expression hardening with disgust and fuckrage at the shit he was describing and also with his crude hentai analogies which disgusted her to all hell.

"Robert Manfred's reign of terror has turned Charlotte into a living dystopian nightmare of piss and vinegar. Civilians are living in constant fear of his wrath and any sign of resistance is crushed instantly. People disappear without a trace and are crushed and anyone caught defying his rules is either brainwashed or worse... killed off in the batting cages like a fuckin' Danganronpa execution... he's got some twisted partnership with the Skibidi Toilets, using them to maintain his grip on power like the piece of shit he is..."

Fujiwara No Mokou frowned at the words received by LA Knight, glancing at Reimu Hakurei. "Sounds like we've got our work cut out for us with this Rob Manfred fucker. What's our plan of attack, LA Knight-Kun?"

LA Knight continued, his voice steady and authoritative. "First, you'll need to disable the surveillance network which operates in Charlotte, North Carolina. Without it, Manfred loses his eyes and ears because he's a lazy fuck who doesn't bother doing shit. There's a main control center in the heart of the city of Charlotte. It's heavily guarded with motherfuckers, but if you can take it out, you'll cripple his ability to monitor your stankin' asses with the leering eyes of his perverted guards."

Reimu nodded, her eyes narrowing. "Sounds like a plan. Anything else we need to know?"

LA Knight thought for a moment before responding to the question of Reimu Hakurei, "Be Careful of his secret weapon... Mr. Met, you'll know the creepy fucker when you see him..."

Reimu's expression and perky tits hardened at the mention of Mr. Met. "We'll be ready for him. No Skibidi Toilet freak is gonna stop us... especially not THAT Mother Fucker."

The ever timorous Ruby Kurosawa looked around the bloodied auditorium of Kenneth Copeland's once unholy church of Skibidi Toilet communism, her eyes were wide with a mix of fear and queasiness at the thought of yet another trek through hell. She turned to her sister, Dia Kurosawa as her voice trembled from the raw fear spilling through her mouth.

"Dia-chan, do you really think we can do this...? I don't wanna fight another battle... and Charlotte's under tight control of that fucker... Manfred I don't know if I'm ready for another hellish mission against those evil singing toilets."

The kinky and sisterly love of Dia Kurosawa manifested as she placed a comforting hand on Ruby's soft shoulder, her expression filled with sisterly resolve and eternal grace and fuckrage. "We can do this, Ruby... We've come this far and we've faced worse shit than whatever fuckfarts this Manfred fucker is gonna throw at us. Remember what we've accomplished together with the rest of the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo... we took down the archaic fuckwraith that was Kenneth Copeland and freed Charleston from the clutches of satanic evil. We'll do the same to Charlotte and that bastard Robert Manfred."

Reimu Hakurei approached the twin sisters, her presence was filled with scorn upon Ruby Kurosawa and her timorous form, this overweening piece of shit was about to get rough and rowdy with Ruby. "Enough of that pussy-ass bullshit... cowardice is an invention from communist hands and if you dare not to lay your life down for the United States of America... you can go to the communists and act like a pussy."

Reimu was harsh as fuck on Ruby Kurosawa due to her usual cowardly nature, this hrsh response was responded to by Dia Kurosawa who wasn't eager about the brutish takedown of Ruby Kurosawa.

Dia Kurosawa glared at Reimu Hakurei with elfin fervor, her protective instincts flaring up at the harsh words of Reimu Hakurei. "Reimu, that's enough! Ruby isn't a coward, she's just been through a lot... we all have you fuckin' bitch! She's proven herself time and again and she doesn't need your harsh words right now. What we need is to stick together, support each other, and face whatever comes our way as a united front... we're the New England Patriots, not a bunch of cocksucking cocksuckers."

She pulled Ruby Kurosawa closer, wrapping an arm around her sister's shoulders and protecting her tightly. "Ruby, you have nothing to prove to anyone. You're brave, and you're strong, even if you don't always see it. We'll get through this together, just like we always do and Reimu, we need every member of the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo at their best. We can't afford to tear each other down... get it through your fucking head."

Dia Kurosaw's eyes softened as she looked at her sister known as Ruby Kurosawa. "We're in this together, Ruby-chan... We always have been and we always will be... now we need to defeat Robert Manfred and his creepy fucking surveillance state."

Fujiwara No Mokou looked at the argument chiefly, she thought back to the task at hand which had been provided to them by the words of LA Knight and the words that they heed by...

"So then.. let's see what this cocksucking cocksucker called Manfred does at Charlotte, he sounds like a fucking tool though" Spoke Fujiwara No Mokou, she hated the idea of a surveillance state in America and hated the idea of a sycophant who sucks up to Skibidi Toilet Communism in exchange for power, fucking spineless twerp.

She flicked her cigarette to the ground, grinding it out with her boot... such was Mokou's tosspot antics... "We ain't gonna let this Skibidi Toiletsexual bastard keep his grip on Charlotte. We're gonna roll in there, hulk smash his goddamn cameras and send a message that the New England Patriots don't fuck around. We took down that satanic piece of shit known as Kenneth "Arsefacey" Copeland, and we'll do the same to Robert Manfred. Ain't no room for pussy-ass cowards in our United States of America... Let's get this shit done, and show 'em what real power looks like... by forcefully crushing Robert Manfred."

Sanae Kochiya grinned smugly, her eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospects of slaying Robert Manfred in Carcinogenic Stupor. She loved a good fight to the death, especially when it involved taking down a piece of shit like Robert Manfred... it always caused her tits to harden in sexual pleasure "Damn right, Mokou-chan! Crushing Manfred sounds like the perfect way to start the day off... That Skibidi Toilet-sexual bastard doesn't stand a chance against the power of the New England Patriots. We've taken down bigger and badder assholes before, and we'll do it again... and again and again."

The rawness of Sanae Kochiya caused her to adjust her grip on her bloodified weapon of mass destruction and justice, her expression full of confidence and anticipatory bloodlust which stimulates her tits. "And you know what? I can't wait to see the look on his cock-sucking face when we smash his cameras and tear down his pansy-ass dick-tugging surveillance state. The New England Patriots are gonna show him what happens when you try to fuck with our freedom. Let's get out there and make him regret ever thinking he could control an American city, cocksucking bastard. Time to make Charlotte great again by ripping apart his reign of terror and sending him straight to the shitter where he belongs..."

Kaguya unsheathed her powerful axe-rifle, a laugh was let loose... a laugh that tore through space and time itself, a laugh that nobody could share.

"Ain't that right, Sanae... my loins get aroused just thinking about taking down that cheap fuck Robert Manfred, ain't nothing gets an American citizen more aroused than slaying communists" Claimed Kaguya Houraisan, thighs were thicc and powerful... created strictly for the crushing of perverts beneath her thighs.

The raw fuckraged eyes of Reimu Hakurei burned with a fierce intensity of 1000 evil suns as she stepped forward towards the New England Patriots, her grip tight on T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷, tight enough to choke someone.

Her assholish voice was commanding and evil, cutting through the tense atmosphere with elfin fervor. "Alright, Patriots, listen the fuck up. We've taken down Kenneth Copeland and his evil culty fuckers, but our mission ain't over yet. Robert Manfred's reign of terror in Charlotte is next on our list... that motherfucking motherfucker."

Reimu Hakurei glanced at her team of American Patriots, each of them ready and filled with fuckrage... their loins swathed in the blood of the fucklings they had slain in Charleston, South Carolina.

"Our objective is clear... slay the fucking commie bastards, we disable the surveillance network, take down any Skibidi Toilet motherfuckers in our way and put an end to Manfred's dictatorship at Charlotte. We're going in hard and fast, we penetrate their defenses and bring this battle to a climax... no mercy for these commie bastards. We're gonna show them the raw, unfiltered power of American fuckrage, lets cream em!"

Reimu Hakurei and her powerful voice of death paused, letting the weight of her words settle over her team they know as the New England Patriots and The La-li-Lu-Le-Lo.

"This is for our freedom, for the United States of Motherfucking America. We will crush them under our boots and reclaim Charlotte... we will slay those fucking bastards let's move out and make history, Patriots!"

With a fierce battle cry which was let loose through her wicked mouth, Reimu led her team towards the vehicle, ready to bring their own brand of justice to Charlotte.. a brand of justice they referred to as "filling their ass with lead."

"Where the fuck is Charlotte anyways? Never fucking heard of her" Reimu spoke to the PARA-RAID device bitterly as her hearts beats in eternal fuckrage which came from the perilous situation that engulfed the United States of America.

A Knight's voice crackled through the PARA-RAID device, filled with his signature drunken smugness. "Charlotte, huh? You're askin' about Charlotte like she's some chick at the bar you forgot about after one too many shots. Listen up, sweetheart, Charlotte ain't no lady, it's a damn city. North Carolina, to be exact."

"Yeah like no fucking shit you drunk dumb fuck, I was fucking around with you" Responded Reimu Hakurei.

He took a swig of something in the background, the sound unmistakable as fuck... probably Jägermeister "And let me tell ya, it's a fuckin' hellhole right now thanks to that dickhead Robert Dean Manfred. Surveillance fucks everywhere, Skibidi Toilets lurkin' in the shadows waitin' to feast on human flesj and a population livin' in fear. It's a city beggin' for liberation from the satanic clutches of anarcho-communist fuckbois, and you Patriots are just the ones to do it. So get your ass in gear, Reimu and show 'em what real American fuckrage looks like... Freedom, Liberty and USA! Fucking Slay Queen!"

Reimu cringes at the words of LA Knight.

LA Knight chuckled, the sound deep and rumbly with drunken fuckrage. "Now get y'all stankin asses movin' and don't get lost on the way. Charlotte's waitin' for its saviors, and the New England Patriots better deliver. Over and out, ya fuckin' Patriots!"

Reimu overheard the wicked sounds of LA Knight logging the fuck out of the PARA-RAID device, she turned to the rest of the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo New England Patriots and spoke to them with a chiefly tone of fuckrage.

Alright, listen up you fucking chuds" barked Reimu Hakurei, her voice carrying the weight of millions of slain American souls and the sheer levels of fuckrage which pulsated through her boobs. "We've taken down that piece of shit we now know as Kenneth Copeland and his Skibidi Toilet cult fuckery, but our mission ain't over yet as we now know... Charlotte's in the grip of another asshole, Robert Manfred. The city's a surveillance hellhole and it's our job to liberate it from whatever bullshit surveillance bullshit that swaths that piece of fucking shit."

Reimu hakurei pointed towards the door with death defying fuckrage, her grip tightening on T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷̷. "We head out now... we hulk-smash his fucking cameras, dismantle his surveillance state and send a message to every Skibidi Toilet fucker out there that the New England Patriots don't tolerate tyranny... We've bled for this country and we'll bleed again if it means keeping America free from those annoying pig-fucking, pudding-eating fuckers."

The eyes of Reimu Hakurei scanned the faces of her comrades and fellow patriots, each one reflecting the same resolve she felt deep in her patriotic heart. "Manfred thinks he can control us like a fucking fiddle, but he doesn't know what it means to face true American fuckrage... We're gonna rip apart his reign of terror and make Charlotte great again. Are you all with me?!"

A chorus of affirmative responses echoed through the room like a fervorous cult, the New England Patriots were ready for battle against the demonic forces of evil. Reimu Hakurei nodded in response to her Patriotic Comrades, a fierce grin spreading across her face which relished in the blood that would be spilt for the American Nation of the United States of America. "Then let's move the fuck out and make this bastard regret ever fucking with the United States of America... we'll make him regret sucking up to the Skibidi Toilet fuckers... LONG LIVE AMERICA!"

LONG LIVE AMERICA!

With their patriotic battle cries out of the mother-fucking way, the New England Patriots readied their weapons and prepared to march (Or drive) towards Charlotte, their spirits unbroken and their resolve unwavering in the fight for American Freedome.

The fight for freedom continued, long live the Second American Revolution against the satanic Skibidi Toilet fuckery which dared to rip apart America at the seams!

Fujiwara No Mokou was already at the Jeep which smelled like Patriotism, her movements were quick and efficient as she packed ammo into the back with practiced ease which came due to her experience in handling ammunition back in the hoods of Los Angeles back in the day. Her face was set in a grim line, the fire of determination burning in her eyes and boiling in her tits.

"Alright, y'all heard that whack-ass motherfucker known as Reimu" Mokou bellowed, her voice steady and filled with raw, apoplectic and unfiltered fuckrage. "We're takin' this fight to Charlotte in yet another shit-hole in the fucking Carolinas and we ain't stoppin' till that cocksucker Manfred's reign is torn down. Load up all the ammo, grab every last gun, knife and grenade we got cuz we're gonna slap the gentrification out of his stankin' boomer ass."

Mokou slammed another crate of ammo into the Jeep and turned to face the others, her expression harder than her currently hard tits "Remember, this ain't just about takin' down one more bastard. This is about showin' the world that the New England Patriots stand for freedom, that we don't bow down to no tyrannical boomers, no matter how many cameras or fuckin' toilets he's got on his side... also fuck Manfred for ruining baseball."

The voice of Mokou grew louder with her bitter fuckrage which manifested deep in her chest and boobs "Manfred and all of those shitty toilet bakas will pay for what they did to my fucking nation... I say, fuck dat bitch" Mokou cries out with eternal fuckrage in her chest, "We've already slain hundreds of Skibidi Toilets... it ain't that fucking hard to slap the porcelain out of their asses."

Mokou stepped into the drivers seat with elfin fervor, she wiped off some blood and organs which were swathed on her thighs, evidence of her previous fuckslaying over the cultists of Charleston, South Carolina... Reimu, Sanae, Kaguya, Ruby and Dia followed and made sure to wipe off any bloodified organs and other impure and unspeakable body parts which were swathed on their bodies after the massacre.

The patriotic Jeep roared out of Charleston once everyone was settled inside, leaving behind the smoldering bloody battlefield of Charleston and leaving a bloody trail of devastation and mangled bodies.

Mokou's grip on the wheel was fierce enough to melt bodies, her knuckles white as she navigated through the wreckage of the city fo Charleston, South Carolina with brutality that could only come from someone as unhinged as herself.

Mokou steered the jeep towards any nearby cultists and Skibidi Toilets with sadistic glee, the sound of tires crunching over debris and the occasional splatter of blood against the Jeep's undercarriage was a sweet sound which stimulated Mokou's loins and thighs in a way few other acts could.

The road ahead was littered with remnants of the recent chaos and saccharine bloodshed. dead Skibidi Toilet cultists were strewn across the bloody badlands, their grotesque and mutilated corpses were stained with all sorts of unspeakable body fluids and maggots which had begun gnawing at their bodies which had been sacrified after their failed religious insurrection.

As for the Skibidi Toilets themselves? —those satanic fucklings were strewn across the wicked lands of Charleston, South Carolina, some writhing in infernal pain and agony while others were silent as fuck, having been silenced through the cold touch of death itself which had befallen them under a spell... most of them having their Porcelain bowls shattered violently and others having their heads ripped asunder.

Mokou's eyes narrowed as she spotted movement on the road. A particularly stubborn cultist stumbled into the path of the Jeep like a total fucking idiot... its turban was filled with spilled blood and brain matter, but Mokou didn't flinch at all at this petulant scene of fucked-up defiance. She slammed the accelerator and the Jeep's front bumper met the cultist with a sickening crunch. The cultist's body was sent sprawling, a bloody smear left on the pavement and its organs splattering in gruesome aftermath, Mokou had ran the fucker over like a total fucking asshole.

"God damn..." Commented Dia Kurosawa briefly, covering the eyes of Ruby Kurosawa from seeing the bloody violence on display... as if she hadn't already seen plenty of fucking violence.

The Jeep surged forward with reckless abandon and tumultuous fuckfury which threatened to splatter the organs of whatever dared to stay in its fucking path with elfin fervor... causing them to explode into millions upon millions of bloody pieces of fuck.

Fujiwara No Mokou gritted her teeth as she aimed for a cluster of Skibidi Toilets trying to regroup in the middle of the road like a bunch of fucking idiots. The grotesque pieces of shit they refer to as Skibidi Toilets let out their pathetic incessant chants of "Skibidi, Skibidi, Skibidi" with relentless and unending fervor which only motivated Mokou to smoke the fuck out of them with her fucking jeep.

Mokou's grin was a grim, fuckraged snarl as she steered the vehicle straight for them like a massive fucking battering ram... or what we Americans like to call a fucking unarmed missile. The tires squealed as they made contact with the porcelain bowls of the Skibidi Toilets, the porcelain bowls begun splintering and bursting under the Jeep's weight like one of those hydraulic press videos.

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The sounds of their dying chants was reminiscent of orgasm and the dying squeals of electronic goats, harmoniously blending into the symphonic cacaphony of gunshots, shouting and bloodsplatters.

ReimuHakurei was sitting beside Mokou, watched the carnage with an approving nod and a smug, bitch-ass grin which could've pissed off anyone who saw that shitty grin. The others in the Jeep were Sanae Kochiya, Kaguya Houraisan, Ruby Kurosawa, and Dia Kurosawa.

Mokou's fuck-fury and her relentless tosspot antics reared their ugly head as she steered the Jeep through the wreckage, every maneuver intentional and ruthless and designed strictly to annihilate and destroy like a total fucking asshole.

A group of cultists were trying to regroup behind some abandoned barricades before the motherfucking jeep rammed through the fucking barricades and splattered their mangled forms across the cosmos, their corpses were thrown against the invisible deathwall of nothingness, AKA they went out of fucking bounds.

"Aww fuck yeah! Best sex I've ever had! Can't wait to go fuckslaying more Anarcho-Communist Skibidi Toilets" Mokou cried out, the idea of slaying cultists and Skibidi Toilets was equivalent to sex for her... but she was reminded by ol' tricky dicky grumpy mcfuckbutts Reimu Hakurei.

"Ayo hold your fuckin' horses, we don't arrive to Charlotte in three hours from now" Smirked Reimu, relishing the bloodified fuckrage of Fujiwara No Mokou who enjoyed killing and slaying Skibidi Toilets and Anarcho-Communists a bit too much... but that could apply for the rest of the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo New England Patriots.

As they sped out of Charleston, South Carolina... the scenery began to change from the desolate neo-religious cultish fuckscape. The remnants of the city's destruction gradually gave way to the open roads and sprawling landscapes of South Carolina where they would soon pass to the equally fucked up North Carolina. The sun hung low in the sky, casting an eerie orange glow over the horizon and becoming a fucking hinderance for them as it agitated their eyes, the hung corpse of an unknown figure hung from afar... though nobody bothered to fucking check on the fucking thing.

The Jeep's tires kicked up dust as they left the city limits behind them like a bad fucking habit, the road ahead stretching out like a promise of further conflict and a reminder of how fucked up Post Skibidi-Pocalypse America was.

The distant hum of gunshots, screams and bloodified fuckrage was left behind them, replaced by the steady growl of the engine and the rhythmic thump of their hearts and pulsating loins, still pounding from the adrenaline of battle which came in the form of fuckrage.

Fields of tall grass and clusters of trees flanked the highway, offering brief respites from the grim sights they had left behind... a change of pace from the bloody and mangled corpses of Charleston and the endless religious upheaval at that creepy fucking place... as they were headed to an even creepier fucking place.

After about thirty minutes of grueling travel through the desolate landscapes of the fucking Carolinas, the Jeep approached the border between North and South Carolina. The once open fields gave way to a massive, imposing structure that loomed ahead before them like a motherfucking piece of fucking shit, a wall built from a chaotic mix of motorcycles and concrete... The towering barrier stretched as far as the eye could see like the great wall of China, a symbolic monument to the division between the North and South of the United States of America prior to the Skibidi-Pocalypse which rendered all politics useless and pointless as fuck.

The wall was a patchwork of rusting motorcycles and concrete which was created from all sorts of unspeakable bullshit, the frames of the motherfucking motercycles were twisted and fused with thick slabs of concrete, creating an almost impenetrable fortification which was as bizarre as it sounded.

The motorcycles were welded together in a haphazard fashion, their were all sorts of brands from Harley Davidson to Kawasaki and the concrete sections were uneven and rough, scarred by the ravages of time and conflict which had since been amplified by the Skibidi-Pocalypse.

As the Jeep approached this motherfucking motorcycle monolith, the setting sun cast long shadows over the unhinged wall of the North Carolina border, highlighting the stark contrast between the once sleek vehicles and the crude concrete which was amateurishly done, but still powerful as fuck.

The wall's surface was adorned with graffiti and markings from satanic cults and other evil bullshit, some of the other pieces of graffiti ranged from crude genitalia, others were more elaborate and looked like fucking murals of some kind of eldritch abomination devouring souls upon souls and sending them to eternal damnation, the last piece of graffiti was a corporate advertisement which said "Butt:Fuckers is that way" with a crude red arrow pointing to the right.

Mokou slowed the Jeep as they neared the massive structure, her eyes scanning for any signs of life or movement which was all for naught. The wall seemed deserted and abandoned like the Oakland Athletics after the MLB let Jeff Fisher relocate them to Las Vegas like a bunch of fucking assholes, the purpose of this massive fucking monolith was clear but its defenders were invisible. The rest of the New England Patriots remained pn high alert, their eyes shifting between the intimidating barrier and the empty stretches of road behind them.

Reimu leaned forward, her gaze fixed on the massive fucking wall. "Looks like we're at the border between North and South Carolina" Reimu Hakurei said, her voice steady despite the intensity of their situation. "Let's hope they're too busy playing and stroking with their own limp dicks to notice us right away."

Fujiwara No Mokou nodded, her expression grim but resolute with elfin fervor and fuckrage "Time to see what kind of shitshow awaits us on the other side of this motherfucking monolith."

But there was no way around this motherfucking piece of shit monolith, except for one way... one fucking way.

The Jeep came to a halt in front of the imposing wall and the New England Patriots took in the scene before them... The wall stretched endlessly and as far as the motherfucking eye could see, blocking any direct passage except for one potential route indicated by a hastily spray-painted sign.

"What about Butt:Fuckers?" Ruby Kurosawa pointed out, her voice tinged with disbelief as she read the sign that had previously been a Fuddruckers. Sanae Kochiya facepalmed with a groan, clearly unimpressed by the name which was crude and vulgar... just like this fucking state and its mom.

"Yeah, no... it is not called Butt:Fuckers" Kaguya Houraisan responded, her tone dripping with bored detachment. "That's clearly meant to be Fudd:Ruckers... like the fucking burger joint."

But as Kaguya squinted at the crude sign, her eyes widened in surprise and astonishment at what the sign really said. The sign did indeed say "Butt:Fuckers" in large, garish letters... it was a massive fucking joke and it was unmistakably the same establishment, but with a name that defied all conventions of decency or grammar. The letters were hastily scrawled and looked like they'd been altered at some point, but there was no denying the blatant absurdity at what was once a Fudd:Ruckers.

"Well, fuck my fucking life... eat my fucking shorts." Kaguya Houraisan muttered, clearly perplexed by the raw fuckness of a burger restaurant called Butt:Fuckers, "Guess we have no choice but to head that way..."

FUjiwara No Mokou's lips curled into a fierce fuckraged grin which was a mixture of anticipation and irritation. "Well if that's our only option through this fucking piece of shit monolith, then 'Butt:Fuckers' it is. Let's see what kind of fucking madness lies behind that name."

With a determined nod, Mokou revved the engine and guided the Jeep toward the bizarrely named restaurant. The team braced themselves for whatever insane bullshit lay ahead of them with elfin fervor, knowing that their journey through this fractured and frankly fucked up world was far from over for them.

The wall's crude sign was just another absurdity in their relentless pursuit of their goal of bringing America back from the roots of despair and evil and they were ready to face whatever new challenges awaited them beyond the monolithic barrier.

Eventually, Mokou found the burger establishment and there it was... Butt:Fuckers

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Chapter 29: Shit and Motorcycles

Shaquille O'Neill went nuclear fucking ballistic with his Godly bestowed chair as he dodged the everloving fuck out of millions of fuckbullets which were fired upon him by the demonic Skibidi Toilets which stood before them on the highway, those motherfuckers had pissed off Lightning McQueen and caused Shaquille O'Neill to promptly seek to murder the fuck out of those satanic bastards in a scenic road-rage scene.

Armed with nothing more than his titanic strength and his Godly chair, Shaq deflected the bullets which were fired upon his body from the Skibidi Toilets, they were a special breed of Skibidi Toilets which had thought to apply machine guns to their tanks... a newly minted evolution which caused Shaq and his group a great deal of trouble due to the sheer firepower coming from those motherfucking machine gun Skibidi Toilets.

"Man fuck these wankers, Stocking~? is the fucking mini-gun ready?" Spoke Shaq through the bitter sounds of fuckrage and gunshots, Stocking smirked and leapt out from the side of Ol' Lightning McQueen like Foxy from FNAF 1, toting her earth-shattering, dick-tugging, dry-humping mini-gun which rages with elfin fervor... firing a brutish barrage of bullets and bullshit upon the Skibidi Toilets.

"Lame as fuck... is there a reason we didn't just run over those toilet bitches?" Spoke Stocking Anarchy, wielding her elfin fuckraged mini-gun with elfin fucking fervor and tumultuous bloodshed.

"Cuz those motherfucks are wielding machine-guns n' shit and were blocking the path like a bunch of shitty protesters" Barked Shaquille O'Neill, his titanic form saunters forth and as soon as those motherfucks had to reload, Shaq stepped up and smashed the ever-loving fuck out of one with his godly chair, smashing it into pieces.

With each swing of his godly chair, Shaq sent shards of porcelain, machinery flying and eyeballs flying into the stratosphere, dismantling the Skibidi Toilets with raw fuckrage and brutish strength. The highway echoed with the sounds of destruction, bullets, and Shaq's mighty roars of righteous fuck-fury.

Stocking's dick-tugging mini-gun meanwhile continued to rain a barrage of bullshit upon those creepy freaks, murdering the fuck out of them and leaving them dead and annihilated beyond recognition... just like they fucking deserved.

"Let's finish these cuckolds and get the fuck outta here!" Shaq bellowed loudly, his voice filled with unyielding determination and cosmic fuck-fury which came from his thick loins which had been shaped by years of practicing the art of Shaq-Fu AKA Chair martial arts.

With the road ahead of them cleansed of impure furies, Shaq and Stocking Anarchy returned to the confines of Lightning McQueen and in all his iconic glory, the iconic red race car spoke with a confident grin of American Pride and ballistic, air humping freedom!

"Speed... I am Speed! We're getting to New Orleans guys" Spoke Lightning McQueen as he accelerated to his maximum fucking potential, trees blistering past the Big Ballers of Shaquille O'Neill with blistering fuckrage and tumultuous titillating action!

Shaq was still charged with adrenaline and fuckrage which pulsates through his Nanomachine infused chest, he settled into the passenger seat, folding his Godly chair into his pockets somehow, betraying all laws of physics in the motherfucking process. "New Orleans better be ready for us cuz I've had enough of satanic demonic teletubbies and other unholy specimens of fuck" Spoke Shaquille O'Neill with elfin fervor, pumping his rigid biceps in a showing of power and fuckrage.

Stocking Anarchy reloaded her blood covered mini-gun with practiced ease, Stocking Anarchy shoved a spoon full of cake into her mouth and spoke caustically. "Those Skibidi Toilets were just a warm-up for the kinky bullshit in New Orleans... Gosh I fucking hate that kinky bullshit..." she remarked, eating her cake like the typical goth with daddy issues she was.

As they sped down the highway, the landscape transformed around them like a blade of grass turning into a piece of bullshit, the horizon stretching out with the promise of new battles and epic showdowns. The team felt invincible as they were fueled by their recent triumph over the satanic teletubbies of the Queer Lodge.

The towering skyline of New Orleans loomed before Lightning McQueen who carried his thick load of passengers, his motor churned in disgust as he saw the massive opulent buildings which were built from Harley Davidson motorcycles and shit, a harrowing combination of bullshit and stink.

"Man, what the fuck? Is that the fucking Bourbon Street I was waiting for? It looks like bullshit!" barked Kobayashi Rindou, her sexual craze dream rudely crushed before her very eyes at the revelation of the city of New Orleans, Louisiana. The once vibrant and iconic French city now seemed to be a parody of itself with massive robots playing Jazz on broken Saxophones and buildings transformed into twisted amalgamations of motorbike scrap and shit, it looked like Satan's anus.

"Calm your motherfucking tits, Rindou-chan" Shaq growled with annoyance at Rindou's incessant yapping, his eyes scanning the bizarre skyline of motorcycles and bullshit. "We came here for a reason and it sure as hell wasn't for the scenery... but for that fucking thing."

Shaq pointed at a rogue Skibidi Toilet, Stocking shot the motherfucking piece of shit with her mini-gun which she had obtained from an ancient form of fuckery which came from the scrolls of Olympus Mons which were hidden in plain sight.

Stocking Anarchy had her mini-gun resting on her lap after finishing off the porcelain foe with the brutish turrets, she glanced around with a mixture of irritation and curiosity. "Seriously, this place looks like it was designed by a crackhead on a meth bender, what's the motherfucking plan Diesel-Kun?" Stocking spoke as she pulled out a cake cigarette and smoked its contents eagerly.

Shaquille O'Neill was unfaced by the grotesque satanic fuckery sight before him, he clenched his fists and cracked his neck which pulsated with fuckrage infused blood. "We find out what the hell is going on in this shithole, take down whatever twisted shit is responsible for this mess and get the hell out. Simple as that... and also quite the redundant fucking bullshit going on in this shithole story."

Lightning McQueen revved his engine in agreement which signals his ecstasy "Time to murder the fuck out of these lemons... Kachow motherfuckers."

Suddenly, a motherfucking piece of shit sniper shot at Shaquille O'Neill, narrowly missing his frame. Without hesitation, Shaq dove at Mika Jougasaki, taking her out of the firing range.

PAO PAO PAO!

"What the fuck?! Since when were there motherfucking snipers in New Orleans?!" growled Shaquille O'Neill, his voice dripping with a mixture of confusion and fuckrage which bubbled at the surface... threatening to pulsate his thick loins.

Mika Jougasaki was shaken but unharmed by the motherfucking bullets, she glanced up at Shaq with wide eyes. "I-I don't know! This wasn't in the briefing! What the fuck is going on here?!"

Stocking Anarchy was already on high alert, she swung her dick-tugging mini-gun around and scanned the rooftops with a look of fuckrage painted on her face. "Who cares when, Shaq?! Let's just find the bastard and rip him apart...!"

Lightning McQuee was sensing the danger that hung in the air, his engine revved and pulled into cover behind a pile of motorcycle parts. "Stay low, guys! We can't afford to lose anyone here in this shithole."

Kobayashi Rindou had her blood boiling with fuckrage and pissed off fuck-fury, she looked around for any signs of movement from the rooftops. "Snipers? Really? Just when I thought this city couldn't get any shittier... this place broke the fucking shit scale and now I feel like slitting throats!"

Shaq was still shielding Mika with his hulking frame, he peered over the wreckage they were hiding behind. "Alright, team, we need to flush this asshole out. Stocking, lay down some suppressing fire so I can murder the fuck outta that bitch. Rindou, see if you can flank his stankin' ass. Mika, stay close and keep your head down cuz you're fuckin' useless... sorry."

With a nod of affirmation, the Stocking Anarchy unleashed a barrage of bullets while smoking her cake cigarette, the deafening roar of her mini-gun echoing through the twisted streets of the big easy with elfin fervor.

Shaq quickly spotted the sniper and timed the bullet that was traveling at his chest at intense speeds. He pulled out his Godly Chair and unsheathed the fucking thing from his deep pockets, smashing the bullet and deflecting it back at the sniper with precise fuckrage. The sniper exploded into blood and gore, the motherfucking motherfucker falling like a ragdoll and his body exploding into piles of organs and guts which stain the floor with his impurity.

The explosion of blood and gore painted the surrounding area, a grotesque testament to the sniper's fatal mistake at fucking with the Big Ballers. Shaquille O'neill stood tall, his Godly Chair glistening in the aftermath and turned to his team.

"That's how you handle those motherfuckers" Shaq bellowed triumphantly after murdering the fuck out of the sniper "Now, let's get to the fucked-up heart of this godforsaken city and finish what we started!"

Uiharu Kazari and Ruiko Saten trudge through the bloodified streets of the satanic shithole that we call New Orleans and its red skyline which encroached upon their minds like a blitzkrieg, Shaq and the rest of the Big Ballers were flanked by the hung corpses of a local biker gang who had been killed in a brutish symbolic execution for resisting Skibidi Toilet rule over New Orleans.

Civilian corpses were tossed over large mounds, tossed around like logs and all murdered or systematically annihilated in brutish fashion by the regime which ran New Orleans... the loins of Shaq churned in disgust at this brutal scene which haunts the night of New Orleans.

"Fuck me... this place is a goddamn hellhole" Shaq muttered, his voice heavy with disgust at the grotesque scene. "We gotta push through and end this nightmare. No one deserves this kind of shit."

Ruiko's eyes burned with morbid curiosity at the elfin fuck-scene which was laid before her very eyes... she looked intrigued by the corpses "Looks like someone was cooking when they caused this shit..." she said firmly, her voice a mix of intrigue and feverous curiosity, "What kinda fucked-up motherfucker does this kind of fucked up shit, must have a bunch of fucking daddy issues... killing a bunch of fuckers off is nasty work."

Ruiko was rather unconcerned with the hellacious fuck-fury which unfolded before her, she was thinking more about Jey Uso rather than the shit that lay before her.

Uiharu Kazari absolutely could not hide the tremble that appeared in her tone of voice as she spoke, "We have to be careful. This place is crawling with these... Skibidi Toilets. We need a plan to get through this without losing more lives and not ending up like those corpses."

Stocking Anarchy shoved another spoonful of cake into her mouth as she spoke, she rolled her eyes and puffed on her cigarette after devouring the cake easily. "Yeah, yeah, I get it... But let's not waste time pondering about these worthless fucking corpses, we've got to find the fucked-up heart of this madness and rip it out before it spreads any further... pull that nasty shit out by the roots!"

Shaquille O'Neill gave a nod to the words of Stocking Anarchy, his eyes steely with bloodlust and determination which simmered in his crotch regions. "Right. Let's stick together and take out whoever is causing this fucking bullshit."

With their resolve solidified and their goals realized, the team advanced further into the nightmarish city of New Orleans.

With each step across the festering glass and the piling bones of dead civilians was a reminder of the devastation they were determined to end which swarmed the United States. The blood-soaked streets of New Orleans awaited them and the Big Ballers were ready to bring their reign of terror to a brutal climax... led none other than by LA Knight who commanded them to take hold of New Orleans and fix the fucking place.

Shaquille O'Neill washed up the blood which poured from his Godly Chair which had been smeared by the tainted blood of the fucklings which were slain by his titanic strength and his vibraiium infused chair which certainly bashed and split heads asunder with effortless precision and wicked bloodshed.

The hulking former NBA player cast his wide eyes upon Kobayashi Rindou who had taken her time observing the frying shithole that was called New Orleans, built in the armpit of the United States of America and filled with festering glass which threatened to shred and rip apart their wizened feet.

"Who's that motherfucker over there?" Pointed Stocking Anarchy with her cake-covered spoon, pointing at some piece of shit who had been flying with a rocket strapped to his anus... it was a bizarre sight which frightened the fuck out of them with elfin fervor.

Kobayashi Rindou squinted through the haze of the dystopian New Orleans, her eyes widening in bewilderment at the sight Stocking had pointed out before the Big Ballers and their brethren.

The mysterious figure had a rocket strapped to its anus which was shoved inside deeply like a demonic dildo, propelling it through the air with a combination of chaotic fuckrage and lunatic legacy of bullshit... it was something someone might see in motherfucking FLORIDA.

"What in the actual flying fuck is that motherfucker doing?!" Kobayashi Rindou muttered, her voice tinged with a mixture of astonishment and disbelief which shook even the whack-ass motherfucker she normally fucking was.

She turned to Shaquille O'Neill, her usually confident demeanor faltering as she tried to make sense of the bizarre spectacle before her. "Shaq-kun, am I hallucinating or is there really some dude flying around with a rocket up his ass?!"

Shaquille O'Neill finished wiping the filthy fucking blood off his Godly Chair, he glanced over at the airborne anomaly which flew like an early dream of Mankind. His brows furrowed in confusion, but he maintained his graceful composure. "Nope, you're not hallucinating Rindou... I wish I was on drugs because that motherfucker really is flying with a rocket strapped to his anus... right up his poop shoot."

Rindou shook her head, trying to process the sheer absurdity of the scene which lay before her very eyes. "I've seen some fucked up shit in my time, but this shit is fuckin' wild as hell... what the fuck am I watching you guys?!"

Stocking Anarchy smirked at this petulant fuckscene and lets out a sarcastic comment about the sheer purpose of this motherfucking piece of shit, "Maybe it's a new kind of weapon which is guided by the motherfucker, like some sort of shitty kamikaze."

Rindou snorted, shaking off the confusion with a boisterous laugh that mirrored that of a bull cucking the fuck out of any Skibidi Toilet loving cuckold. "Well, whatever the fuck it is... I just hope it ain't gonna crash into us, I'd hate to have my tits and loins blown by that fucking bastard."

As the rocket explodes into a nearby tower, the motherfucking piece of shit belonging to some evil corporation began to explode into millions of bits, causing a catastrophic rain of rubble and glass which began festering on the ground with elfin fervor, the giant tower had been nuked by the asshole flying a rocket by his anus... fucking bitch asshole cunt.

Stocking Anarchy was utterly unfazed by the explosion as she thrusted her hips to the bloody scene which lay before her, she casually blew a piece of cake crumb from her lips and watched the falling debris with a look of sarcastic amusement and degenerative sexual arousal from watching the blood-stained ground being covered in bodies and corpses of dead mobsters and druggies. "Well, there you go... it's a fuggin' ass-powered kamikaze dip-shit. Honestly, the shit people come up with these days... we live in a fuggin Idiocracy, can't even take a stroll in New Orleans without dodging fuckers like that."

Rindou cackled epically, her laughter sharp and unruly as the rubble from the imploded tower cascaded around them like fiery rocks, also known as fucking meteors raining down upon them. "Damn this place should've been fucking closed down, who the fuck created this piece of shit?"

The ground trembled as shards of glass and concrete rained down from the heavens, the destruction painting the streets in even more chaos and fuckery than ever before.

The entire scene was absurd beyond measure, but somehow fit right in with the deranged mess that was post Skibidi Toilet America. Rindou wiped a few pieces of glass from her shoulder with a grin still plastered on her face, clearly relishing the sheer fuckery of it all like a madwoman, she was unhinged of course and it came at the glee of bloodshed.

Shaq glanced over, unimpressed by the tower's fucking collapse. "We better keep moving before more flying assholes come crashing down in this fucking place cuz i'm not in the fucking mood to be dodging anymore airborne fuckwits today."

Stocking Anarchy shrugged in wicked annoyance "Just another day in the post-apocalyptic ass-end of America, right? Let's hope the next tower we pass doesn't have a rocket-powered dildo launching at us... or a fucking penis shaped nuke nuking the fuck out of us."

"Yeah... this place has been forgotten, like a black family in Bush America" responded Mika Jougasaki who was oddly titilatted by the sheer fuck-fury which was going on in the city of New Orleans.

Uiharu and Ruiko spotted a mysterious flying dome in the air, a flying pancake spaceship which floated above the shithole that was New Orleans, it appeared to by a flying fortress which was flying in the sky.

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"Guys look at that fucking thing... its killing all the Non-Skibidi Toilet supporters with its fucking tractor beam!"

Uiharu Kazari spoke with utmost fuckrage as she pointed at the flying pancake saucer with elfin fervor, the wretched screams of slain Non-Skibidi Toilet supporters were heard across the city of New Orleans.

Mika Jougasaki's eyes widen with a strange mix of fuckrage and horror, she gazed up at the chaotic scene in the sky which had begun murdering the fuck out of all who opposed it with elfin fervor. "What the actual fuck is going on with this place? A fucking pancake fortress wiping out Non-Skibidi Toilet supporters like it's some... dystopian Orwellian bullshit" she muttered, a crooked grin forming as she watched the madness unfold before the Big Ballers of Shaquille O'Neill.

Uiharu Kazari's face was pale with anger and disbelief, her body trembling from the sheer injustice taking place in New Orleans. "We can't let them keep doing this! That thing is wiping out innocent people like they're just flies! These motherfuckers are unhinged."

Ruiko Saten narrowed her eyes and clutched her machine gun tightly with elfin fervor, "So what's the plan? Take down that saucer and shove it up their collective Skibidi asses?"

Shaquille O'Neill cracked his knuckles and took a massive step forward with a calm but dangerous look on his intimidating face. "Looks like we got ourselves a floating target which has begun fuckslaying people to death, let's go give 'em a taste of what real American freedom feels like... give them the Ol' Shaq-Fu style of combat let's fuck up that pancake before they wipe out the rest of the city!"

Rindou cackles maniacally as she thrusted her hips with sadistic glee, "Them motherfuckers gonna get pancaked by my fucking fists."

Upon walking across the festering glass of New Orleans, a propaganda poster was seen... portraying two supreme leaders doing the middle finger salute and dressed in military officer gear and the brutish poster read:

"We must cleanse all who don't align to Skibidi Anarcho-Communism and all who prefer waffles over Pancakes."

"Do your part and commit to the Holy War against Satanic Waffle lovers, Establish Pancake supremacy upon New Orleans."

"New Orleans is a stepping stone to establish a global Pancake Caliphate."

Shaquille O'Neill squinted at the absurd propaganda poster, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face before it morphed into disgust and fuck-fury. "A Pancake Caliphate? Man, that's some next-level Marxist bullshit. These pancake fuckers really got their heads so far up their asses they can't even taste the fuckin' syrup anymore..."

Rindou let out a barking laugh, her fists cracking as she read the poster with amusement at the absurdity of a Breakfast Holy War. "Holy war over waffles? Are these assholes for real? Sounds like they've never had a proper waffle in their lives—no fucking flavor in their souls!" She shook her head, still chuckling as she gestured wildly toward the looming fortress in the sky which was killing people indiscriminately. "These pancake-peddling chuds are about to regret every stack they've ever flipped... "

Stocking Anarchy took a long puff of her cake-flavored cigarette before tossing it aside onto the glass-covered ground, she snorted at the sheer idiocy of the situation. "And I thought I've seen dumb wars... but this Idiocracy!? A holy war over breakfast food? These pancake supremacists are in for a serious wake-up call cuz pancakes are fucking shit, real Breakfast enthusiasts like me eat cake for breakfast."

As the crew marched forward across Pancake Supremacist New Orleans, they kicked aside shards of broken glass which festered on the ground like never before, they couldn't help but laugh at the madness of this holy war.

Yet the epically tragic grim reality settled back in as the cries of the pancake-slaying tractor beams echoed in the distance from the giant flying pancake saucer. There was nothing funny about the chaos this bizarre new regime had brought to New Orleans... a sickening cry of death and chaos was heard as the tractor beam murdered the fuck out of another unfortunate civilian within its evil maw.

"Alright Ballers" Shaq bellowed upon his comrades, his voice deep and resolute with fuck-fury and aromatic fuckrage "let's put an end to this syrupy dictatorship, starting with that flying fucking fortress, ain't nobody got the right to establish supremacy on breakfast like a bunch of butter-churnin' pancake-diddling chuds."

"Pancakes are overrated, real desert enthusiasts like me eat cake" Stocking spoke pridefully as she took a swig of Earl Grey from her Tea cup which she summoned out of fucking nowhere.

"We heard you the first time, dipshit" Responded Ruiko Saten who was annoyed by Stocking and her desert enthusiast mindset, cocky fucking bitch.

Stocking shot a sharp look at Ruiko Saten, her eyes narrowing mischievously. "Oh, please, Ruiko. You wouldn't know good taste if it kicked you in the fucking asshole. Cakes are the pinnacle of all desserts—layers of perfection, unmatched by your pathetic excuses for sugar highs." She took a deliberate bite of cake, savoring it with an exaggerated moan of satisfaction and orgasmic pleasure.

Ruiko Saten rolled her eyes hard enough to cause a cosmic event which wiped out all alien species in the universe (Hence why we're alone), her voice laced with sarcastic fuck-fury "Yeah, yeah, cake this, cake that. You've got a fetish for frosting, we get it... go hump your fucking wedding cake when you get married a'ight?"

Stocking Anarchy smirked like never before, leaning in close to Ruiko Saten. "Don't be jealous because your palette can't handle the sophisticated, orgasmic bliss that is cake." She licked a bit of frosting off her finger for effect.

Ruiko waved her off, her expression deadpan. "You need a cake intervention, you fucking weirdo."

"Hey dick angel!" Kobayashi Rindou interrupted the voice of Stocking Anarchy, spinning around with a grin. "Can we stop talking about dessert and get back to smashing these pancake-loving fucks? Or are you a secret cake terrorist, Stocking?"

"Motherfuckers, quit arguing before I have lightning McQueen run y'all the fuck over" Threatened Shaquille O'Neill with elfin fervor, restoring order upon his unhinged group.

Stocking let out a melodramatic sigh of annoyance and fuckrage, rolling her eyes with the grace of a gothic chick with daddy issues. "Fine, fine... I'll put my cake fetish on hold... but only because Shaq threatened to flatten us with Lightning McQueen."

Kobayashi Rindou gave Stocking a playful shove, her grin widening and smirking at the angel. "Now that's the spirit, dick angel! Time to channel all that cake energy into some serious pancake-ass-kicking cuz i'm like fucking done in this shit-heap."

Ruiko Saten gave a resigned nod, her tone slightly exasperated but determined to fuckslay the fuck out of the pancakesexuals. "Let's just get on with it... the sooner we deal with these pancake thumping maniacs, the sooner we can escape this shitheap.

Shaquille O'Neill took out his godly chair and pointed at the flying pancake fortress in the motherfucking sky which was still killing people at a rapid pace, it was on a genocidal quest to wipe the fuck out of anyone who didn't align with Skibidi Toilet values and anyone who didn't accept Pancakes as the superior breakfast food like a bunch pf fucking cunts. "Alright, team, we've got a pancake fucking showdown to attend and let's bring some American justice to this godforsaken city and show these Skibidi Toilet fucks how it's done in the United States of America."

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Shaq took a quick prayer before unsheathing his everloving fuckchair of Godly Hyperdeath as he ripped apart the head of a rabid Skibidi Toilet, relishing the spray of raw viscera which sprays over his statuesque chest with elfin fervor.

Shaquille O'Neill bowed his head for a moment of pure fuckrage-infused prayer which filled his thick veins, his deep voice resonating in a low rumble which shook the bowels of the Earth. "Dear God of Ballers and Chairs, bless this ass-kicking as we go forth to purge this land of pancake-sexual heretics and Skibidi Toilet Scumbag."

With his eternally powerful sacred prayer complete, Shaq unsheathed his Godly Hyperdeath Chair, a weapon of unfathomable toilet-killing brutality which was used for wringing out the innards of satanic fuckwraiths, its polished surface gleaming with the polished power of NASA-Approved Vibranium and wrought with the vessels filled with the blessing of ancient fucklords Tom Brady, Wes Welker and Julian Edelman.

The tumultuous pile of fuckrage known as Shaquille O'Neill swung his murderous Godly Chair with the precision of a master assassin from the planet XXX and the strength of a demigod, smashing into the skull of a rabid Skibidi Toilet and splintering its skull across the motherfucking blood-stained sand.

The Skibidi Toilet and all of its unhinged chanting didn't stand a chance against the furious fuckpower of Shaquille O'Neill and his ripped biceps filled with fuckrage and fuck-fury... its chanting grew weaker and weaker by the passing second as its skull exploded across the land.

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The chair connected with a wet crunch and the unholy demonic Skibidi Toilet head exploded into a rain of raw viscera that sprayed over Shaq's rippling muscular chest. Blood and gore dripped down the godlike abs of The Big Diesel, his elfin fervor only growing with each glorious kill as the rest of his group of Ballers was committed to the annihilation of evil amongst New Orleans and its satanic voodoo bullshit.

"Another motherfucker knocked the fuck out." Shaq muttered with grim satisfaction, the battlefield soaked in the remains of the latest victim of Shaq-Fu and Shaqness. He took a deep breath, relishing in the violence that he committed upon the unholy Skibidi brethren, knowing there were still many more heads to smash, many more Skibidi Toasters and pancake lovers to obliterate and murder the fuck out of

The battle for New Orleans was only beginning and Shaq and the rest of the Big Ballers were ready to split heads asunder to free New Orleans of the clutches of evil.

Known Cake-Sexual Stocking Anarchy smirked like a cake-devouring maniac as she leveled her weapon at the pancake-worshipping Pancake Terrorist in front of her, his pancake themed robes were swathed in the blood of the waffle loving fucklings he had stoned to death earlier "Sorry pancake-sexual, but everyone knows the superior form of dessert comes in the form of cake," she taunted, her voice dripping with condescension as she pressed her pistol into the fucking asshole of the terrorist.

She ran her finger teasingly along the trigger, her grin widening with malicious glee. "Repent Motherfucker!" she yelled with unholy vigorous fuck-fury, unleashing a barrage of lead that tore through the pancake-loving bastard's asshole and blowing the fuck out of him like frosting through a birthday cake with each BLAM representing a bullet fired up his fucking asshole.

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As the pancake heretic crumpled into a pile of debris and shameful piles of blood and death, Stocking blew the smoke from her gun barrel, a look of smug satisfaction etched on her face after relishing in this act of superpowered justice. "That's how we serve justice here in the United States of America, cunt~" she muttered, returning to her cake-loving daydreams.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ruiko Saten was dueling an unhinged anti-waffle protestor nearby as Mika Jougasaki leapt through the battlefield, landing her blood-soaked sword upon the skull of the fallen Anti-Waffle protestor, causing blood and guts to splatter across the land and taint Mika's seductive idol outfit.

"Gross... yuck..." Mika Jougasaki spoke, she grabbed a piece of eyeball which was splattered onto her outfit, tossing it across the battlefield in sheer raw disgust.

Ruiko Saten glanced over at the splattered mess Mika had just created after the brutish ambush upon the fucker, an amused smirk spreading across her face. "See? Nothing too serious. Just a bit of blood and guts… adds character to that idol outfit of yours instead of that pretentious gyaru shit" she teased while watching Mika furiously wipe her hands with the handkerchief she'd handed over to her.

Mika groaned as blood and viscera stained her bloodified outfit, her expression was a fuck-furious mix of revulsion and frustration as she worked on cleaning the blood from her now-tainted idol outfit. "Character? More like gag me, this shit is fucking gross! This isn't exactly the look I was going for…" she muttered in disbelief, visibly irritated by the gruesome splash of blood all over her once-flawless attire.

Ruiko chuckled at the words of Mika Jougasaki and savoring her reaction like a fucking prick, Ruiko raised an eyebrow. "Hey, if it gets the job done, who cares if you have to bathe in the blood of your enemies? I'd love to have impure blood and viscera sprayed over my body like Shaq-Kun" She playfully bumped Mika's shoulder, clearly entertained by her friend's discomfort.

Mika shot her a glare. "Yeah... well I think blood is fucking gross..."

Kobayashi Rindou stormed into the chaotic battlefield in brutish fashion, her wild eyes gleaming with a mixture of unhinged madness and raw sexual fervor and lust, her pupils turn to hearts. With each wicked twist and turn of her body, she delivered a barrage of bullets that tore through the relentless army of Skibidi Toilets as their heads explode in fuck-fury and brutality.

Every shot was punctuated by her sultry sexual dance moves, her movements fluid and graceful despite the murderous chaos erupting around her... this only heightened her unhinged rampage.

"Come on, you filthy toilet bastards!" Rindou screeched, grinning like a lunatic as she spun in a pirouette, her gun spitting fire in all directions in a vicious spin attack which caused heads to explode. She blew apart another Skibidi Toilet with a flick of her wrist, adding her own style to the brutish slaughter. Her bloodlust blended with her bizarre sex-crazed energy, creating an almost artistic display of carnage which some pretentious fucks would call artistic creativity.

As she danced through the carnage, Rindou couldn't help but shout with manic glee, "Oh baby, nothing gets the blood pumping like blowing these Skibidi fucknuggets into a milion fucking pieces!" She kicked a nearby Skibidi Toilet, sending it flying into the air before blowing it to pieces mid-flight, all while performing a wickedly sensual grind move.

Her wicked choreography blended with gunfire and bloodshed, making her the craziest motherfucking force on the battlefield, and even the remaining Skibidi Toilets seemed to hesitate for a moment in confusion at the sheer absurdity of her attacks.

But hesitation meant death in this mad, sex-fueled bloodbath of a fight and the tricky dicky bitch known as Kobayashi Rindou took advantage of their hesitation as she pulled out a motherfucking grenade which blew up a crowd of Skibidi Toilets.

With a wild cackle, Kobayashi Rindou savored the explosion that sent a wave of Skibidi Toilets flying into the air in a festive explosion of blood and porcelain. The shockwave of the blast barely made her flinch as she hit "The Dab" in the middle of the blood-soaked battlefield, dripping with arrogance and fuckrage as blood and viscera spreads across the blood-stained battlefield.

"Dab on them haters~" she jeered, her voice full of smug satisfaction and caustic fuck-fury. The debris of shattered toilets rained down around her as if the universe itself was bowing to her chaotic, sex-fueled insanity. She grinned wickedly, tossing her hair back in a way that suggested she was fully prepared to be the last crazy bitch standing in this absurd warzone full of Pancake-sexuals and Skibidi Toilets.

Her dance moves blended effortlessly with her bloodlust as she spun on her heel effortlessly, ready to unleash another round of hellfire on the remaining Skibidi Toilets in the surrounding area in her rampage of fuckrage. "Who's next, Dipshits?" she taunted, licking her lips as she pulled another grenade from her hip, ready to explode more toilets into oblivion like some sort of crazed, horny grenade goddess of the battlefield.

Uiharu Kazari sat atop Lightning McQueen on the chair which she had welded to his bright red roof, her normally innocent expression twisted into one of eager bloodlust as she thought about communist slaying as she gleefully directed the former racing champ-turned-death machine into a pile of satanic fuckwraiths. Lightning McQueen was now equipped with reinforced steel plating and a battering ram which was designed to splatter blood across the floor, this epic metal-clad bloodborn race car roared across the battlefield like an unstoppable killdozer, kachowing the fuck out of everything in his raw path, letting a laugh which was let loose through his unspeakable mouth.

"Ka-CHOW!" Lightning McQueen bellowed as he splattered blood across the blood-stained ground, his wicked engine snarling with adrenaline-fueled excitement and fuckrage as he plowed into a group of Pancake Terrorists who had been busy stoning a local waffle lover for the crimes of blasphemy. The sheer force of his charge turned their bodies into splattered canvases of crimson bloodshed and rorscarch blood splatter, painting the streets of New Orleans in violent bright sprays of metalic BLOOD.

Uiharu's eyes gleamed with twisted glee, urging Lightning forward through the chaos and continue their unstoppable massacre.

"More! Don't let up, I want all of those necronomical pieces of shit killed and splattered across these satanic voodoo streets of New Orleans!" Uiharu yelled with crazed fervor, the once bright-eyed tech girl now fully embracing the carnage in the same way a drug addict would embrace meth.

The killdozer incarnation of Lightning McQueen smashed through anything and everything in his path with bloody elfin fervor, the iconic car having undergone a drastic transormation to a blood-drenched engine of destruction. Each fucking Pancake Terrorist he crushed sent up bright red arcs of blood splattering across his grill and windshield as if it were fuel for his unquenchable thirst for death and violence.

"Ka-chow, motherfuckers!" Lightning shouted petulantly, laughing as the carnage unfolded before his very eyes as blood and viscera sprays over his grill, the battlefield becoming a macabre symphony of twisted metal and shattered bones at the hands of a now-bloodthirsty racer and his demented sidekick known as Uiharu Kazari.

"We're going to slay whichever maggots operate that motherfucking flying pancake... on the next episode that is!" Shaq chuckled, garnering annoyance from Kobayashi Rindou and Stocking Anarchy who hate cliffhangers.

Kobayashi Rindou rolled her eyes and groaned loudly, glaring at Shaquille O'Neill with a mix of frustration and murder in her eyes. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Shaq! Who the hell ends on a cliffhanger when we're about to pancake those fucking bastards?"

Stocking Anarchy let out an exasperated sigh, her finger still twitching on the trigger of her mini-gun as she smoked her favorite cake cigarette. "What the hell, Shaq? I'm ready to fucking blow that flying pancake out of the sky and you wanna leave us hanging like some shitty network show? Fuck You, Fuck you to hell, fuck you to oblivion!"

Shaq just smirked, standing tall as he twirled his Godly Chair like a basketball. "Hey dicksleeves... patience is a motherfucking virtue, everyone knows cliffhangers bring 'em back for more. Gotta keep the audience wanting more of this slop, right? Cliffhangers are the fucking tits."

Kobayashi huffed with raw fuckraged annoyance, crossing her arms with an angry pout. "I'm gonna make you regret that whore shit, Shaq... first thing next episode!"

"Yeah cuntbag don't think we're letting you off the hook that easy," Stocking added with a dangerous glint in her eyes which burned with a hate more supernatural than life itself.

But Shaq only grinned wider. "Next time, we're taking down that pancake fortress with style... you'll see."

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Chapter 30: The Mystical Fucking Rage of the Pancake Caliphate

New Orleans Arc: FINAL

Sam Darnold is the greatest of all time

The catastrophic blood red skies above New Orleans roared with a cacophony of fuckrage as the flying pancake fortress unleashed its brutal wrath upon the tiny fucklings below, beams of red-hot laser fire cutting through the city like a flaming knife through butter and transforming eavh afflicted citizen into a clump of pancake and chocolate.

Civilians, Skibidi Toilets and even debris stood no chance against the elfin fuck-fury that rained from the colossal monstrosity that was the flying pancake fortress of elfin fuck-fury and rigid turdtastic fuckrage. It moved with unholy speed, as it sped through the skies and raining down its chocolate fuckrage upon the citizens and denizens below, as if the city was a playground for it to fuck.

Explosions rocked the ground as the lasers carved through buildings, turning them into pancake and maple syrup and reducing everything in their path to mere food. Blood splattered across the streets from the falling corpses of citizens and the screams of the terrified echoed through the city as the chaos spread with apocalyptic fuck-speed. The fortress moved closer, casting a dark shadow over the battlefield like an ominous cloud of fuck-doom, its towering pancake structure glistening in the red, hellish glow of the fires below which it had caused with its own titillating fuckrage.

"That motherfucking pancake monstrosity's gonna wipe us all out if we don't do something fast about that motherfuggin piece of shit!" shouted Uiharu Kazari from her seat in the now-blood-soaked Lightning McQueen, furiously clicking at the controls, trying to avoid the laser fire raining down around them from the skies above.

Shaquille O'Neill and his blood-soaked statuesque chest clenched his fists, his Godly Chair still dripping with the blood and viscera of their fallen enemies. "We can't let that fucker continue to pancake the whole city! We need to bring that mother-fucking thing down!"

Stocking Anarchy, with a mouth full of cake, watched in disgusted awe as the tractor beam from the pancake fortress worked its twisted magic on the helpless citizens below its oppressive might. The beam swept across the streets like a grotesque syrupy flood of shit, turning everything it touched into writhing mounds of fleshy pancakes and chocolate blood. It was a bizarre and horrifying transformation, a nightmare breakfast platter that slithered and pulsed on the blood-soaked ground which festered before them.

"Ugh, fuck me sideways with a razor-edged spatula... That tractor beam's turning people into actual pancakes!" Stocking mumbled through her cake-filled mouth, her eyes wide with revulsion and sheer disgust at the scene before her. "That's beyond fucked."

Kobayashi Rindou gagged at the sight, pausing mid-bloodlust frenzy to dry heave at the scene before her. "What kind of sick motherfuckers invent shit like this?! Pancake flesh... these Skibidi Toilet bastards are deranged!"

Shaq wiped some of the Skibidi Toilet guts from his hulking chest, his face etched with determination and inquisitive fuckrage. "Ain't no way I'm letting them pancake-fy the rest of this city. We gotta shut that beam down before all of New Orleans becomes one big, disgusting IHOP special."

Uiharu Kazari, still furiously at the controls of Lightning McQueen chimed into the scene, her voice panicked and stricken with fuckfury. "We can't keep dodging these lasers and pancakes forever! Someone better have a plan that doesn't involve getting turned into a fucking breakfast food!"

Shaq's deep, commanding voice boomed and bellowed like a coach at halftime, full of fuck-fueled conviction as the team huddled like an NFL squad. The air was thick with impending chaos, the pancake fortress creeping ever closer, its tractor beam reducing the city below to fleshy, syrup-covered abominations. The motherfucking fortress was ready to bring New Orleans to its sticky knees, and they needed a plan to stop this syrupy fuckrage.

"Alright, here's the play, fuckmeisters," Shaq growled, eyes blazing with apocalyptic apoplectic FUCKRAGE. "We strap a rocket up all of our asses and launch ourselves on top of that motherfucker!"

Ruiko Saten froze, her eyes wide with a mix of cosmic fuck-horror and disbelief. "Are you outta your fucking mind?! I am not shoving a mother fucking rocket up my fucking bitch-asshole-cunt!" she yelled, her voice shaking with genuine, fiery disbelief. "That's not how physics or anything motherfucking works, you mad fucking bastard!"

Kobayashi Rindou burst into unhinged deranged motherfucking laughter that could shatter cosmic hoop backboards into thin blue. "Shaq, are you seriously proposing we butt-launch ourselves onto the pancake fortress? I mean, I'm down, but damn... I'm not Mark Sanchez, I can't fumble my ass into the sky with someone's butt!"

Stocking Anarchy was as laid back and chill as fuck as ever despite that not being true, she took another bite of cake and looked at Shaq like she'd seen it all before. "You do know that standing here I realize, that you were just like me... trying to make history?" She muttered with her signature sarcastic drawl, "that launching a rocket from my ass wasn't on today's list of 'elfin fuckery,' right? But hey, I've heard worse ideas. Let's light those fuses and do the unthinkable."

Mika Jougasaki was desperately trying to keep her usual idol composure amidst the insanity which lays sprawled before her elfin fuckmeistery, she raised her hand tentatively at the overwheening presence of the towering Shaq-Kun... "Um, if we're really doing this... can I, like, request some rocket boosters that won't ruin my outfit?"

Shaq threw his massive arms in the air and belowed upon Mika Jougasaki and her timid form. "Look, it's either we rocket up there through our anus holes, or we let these pancake-worshiping fucks turn us all into breakfast dough batter! You want to become syrupy flapjacks for these pancake-sexuals to jack off to?! I didn't think so. Now, strap the fuck in!"

With a mix of hesitant terror and reckless cosmic insanity, the team reluctantly agreed to the ass-blast play, prepping the rocket boosters that would soon become the most ridiculous ass-launched assault in the history of Skibidi warfare. Ruiko grumbled under her breath as she awkwardly strapped on her rocket and shoved it into her anus, still muttering about the sheer insanity of the plan.

As the engines roared to life from their asses, they all took one last look at the grotesque pancake fortress looming above them like an oppressive malevolent god crushing things it hated.

"Alright, team!" Shaq shouted and belowed upon his crew, his voice filled with godly fuck-fueled energy. "Time to give this pancake fortress a taste of Shaq-powered justice, rocket-ass style! Saints Country, lets ride!"

And with that, the Big Ballers launched into the sky with rockets blazing from their asses towards the doom-filled monstrosity above, ready to deliver a deserved ass-beating like no other and ruining the plans of the fuckmeisters of the pancake cult in the process.

As the Big Ballers soared ass-first through the blood-tinged skies of the fuck city of New Orleans, they began streaking towards the flying pancake fortress, Shaq bellowed a laugh so mighty it echoed through the battlefield like an earthquake of raw fuckery. "This here," he boomed, mid-flight, "is the motherfucking Tush Push!"

The team hurtled onto the pancake fortress with ballistic fuck-glory, ass-rockets blazing as they slammed into the surface of the fortress with an impact that shook the entire floating monstrosity like a meteor smashing a coughing baby. Their elfin fervor was unbreakable; Shaq pumped his fist, dripping with absolute fuckery and confidence which dripped off his swell details.

"That's right, pancake freak-a-zoid, we just pushed our tushes straight into your mother fucking fortress!" Shaq roared, his voice filled with vengeful excitement. "Time for you syrup-soaked dipshits to taste the Big Ballers Special!"

Kobayashi Rindou took a stance, cracking her knuckles as she grinned like a maniac dripped in fuckrage and nuclear bombastic FUCK-FURY. "Let's flip these motherfucking pancakes and murder the shit of these pancake-thumping virginoids!"

Stocking Anarchy still had cake crumbs clinging to her lips with elfin fury, she unsheathed her weapon and wiped the frosting from her chin with a fierce glint in her eyes "Pancakes fucking suck anyways, time to cleanse this fucking place."

Kazari Uiharu clung to the top of Lightning McQueen as he tore through the sky with his red chassis, his modified exhaust-boosted flames trailing behind them. Unlike the others, she'd dodged the dreaded "rocket up the asshole" maneuver, but only because she'd had the foresight to modify Lightning McQueen's exhaust for liftoff like a fucking genius. The catch? Thanks to "plot reasons," McQueen could only handle the weight of one rider because of fucking course.

"Hang on tight, kid!" Lightning McQueen shouted over the roar of his own rocket boosters, his voice tinged with the thrill of flying through enemy territory and whizzing through the clouds like crazy.

Uiharu leaned forward, bracing herself as they closed in on the pancake fortress, dodging the relentless beams of syrupy death and fuckrage. "Lightning, when we get up there, we'll need to find the pancake cult's control room fast and slay those fucking pricks into overtime death" she shouted, determination lacing her voice. "Those bastards won't know what hit them!"

They soared towards the fortress, Uiharu and Lightning McQueen with one defying gravity and the other defying logic, ready to join the Big Ballers in bringing pancake tyranny to its syrupy knees.

When all said was done, everyone on the big ballers arrived onto the flying evil pancake fortress of death and with everyone assembled on the syrup-sticky deck of the pancake fortress, Shaquille O'Neill gave his crew a once-over, taking stock of his team of chaotic misfits and the blood splattered from the fucklings they've slain. Each of them was a bit battered, a bit blood-splattered, but somehow still standing and fueled by raw, unfiltered fuck-rage.

"All right, Big Ballers" Shaq grunted as his booming voice boomed through the absurd metal hallways lined with pancake-themed murals and cultish bullshit. "We're here to take down this flying fuckfest once and for all. Everyone in one piece or did some of y'all get Jujutsued to fucking death?"

Kobayashi Rindou cracked her knuckles, grinning with a feral glint in her eyes which marked her sadistic streak of causing death and destruction amongst others. "A bit sore from that rocket launch, but ready to pancake some skulls... best pounding i've ever had from that rocket."

Mika Jougasaki wrinkled her nose, a mix of cosmic fuck horror and disgust twisting her face as she took in the grotesque statues dotting the pancake fortress's satanic entrance. Towering, syrup-drenched pancakes stacked like satanic monoliths loomed over them with insidious sentences, interspersed with twisted centaur figures whose half-human, half-horse forms seemed to writhe with nightmarish energy and pancake mass.

"This is... this is... gross!" Mika groaned, as her colon churned in disgust at this satanic display of fuckmeistery "What kind of pancake-obsessed psychopath designs this?!"

Stocking rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by the lack of tact in the design, the pancake stack had been amateurishly done with the pancakes not being stacked neatly and the base nearly collapsing from poor form.. "This isn't even good dessert art, what an amateurish and poorly designed piece of garbage, boring, disgraceful and horrendous."

"Focus, cake fiend... I don't wanna fucking hear about how a pancake being stacked incorrectly is somehow the end of the universe as we know it" Shaq barked, keeping his eyes on the door. "We're here to take down this whole syrup-stained mess, not rate the decor like a fuckin' bitch."

Mika's gaze lingered on the pancake statues and their bizarre art which gave her the illusion of satanic cultish bullshit, her face a mix of nausea and morbid curiosity. "Well, I'll feel a lot better when this whole tacky-ass nightmare is rubble and dead beneath my heel."

With a shared nod of determination, the team moved forward, bracing themselves for whatever pancake horror awaited beyond the fortress's satanic doors.

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: X-NAUT FORTRESS - PAPER MARIO: THE THOUSAND YEAR DOOR

Ruiko Saten sighed, rolling her eyes as the Skibidi Toilet guards approached the Big Ballers with elfin fervor, their cracked porcelain bodies gleaming with freshly sharpened, jagged rims, blood still dripping from their unsettlingly toothy grins which feasted on human blood and flesh with those putrescent teeth.

"For Fred fuck's sake," she muttered, cracking her knuckles and bracing herself for the arrival of the Skibidi Fucking Toilets. "Why do these guys have to make everything so extra?"

Stocking grinned wickedly, pulling her cake-stained mini-gun back out with a wicked glint in her eye. this goth bitch with daddy issues was ready to unload fuck-fury straight out of her mini-gun "Well, at least they're punctual! I was getting bored waiting for my next victim to fuck-slay."

Shaq lifted his Godly Chair high above his head, veins bulging as he surveyed the incoming mob of Skibidi Toilets coming right at them. "Alright, assholes, time to bring the pain! Let's turn these toilet freaks into shattered porcelain dust and blood!"

With a battle cry echoing through the twisted landscape of the pancake fortress, the Big Ballers charged forward, ready to face the Skibidi Toilet army with every ounce of their rage, cake-fueled insanity, and pure Shaq-fueled fuckrage.

Mika Jougasaki broke into a ferocious break-dance as she fought off the Skibidi Toilets with all sorts of break dance moves, it was a specific style of fighting that Mika Jougasaki trained in since she was young.

Mika spun like a neon whirlwind of cosmetic fuckrage and fuck-fury, her dance moves somehow both ferocious and ridiculously stylish as she ducked, dodged, and stomped through the Skibidi Toilets with elfin fuckrage and elfin fervor. A perfectly timed head-spin sent one toilet crashing into another, porcelain shards flying as Mika transitioned into a windmill, her legs slicing through the air into a deadly twister of fuckrage and fuck-death.

Each breakdance move seemed to land with pinpoint accuracy bigly, cracking toilet rims and shattering their jagged, blood-stained teeth across the blood stained ground with grotesque violence and blood. She flipped onto her feet, tossed her pink hair back, thrusted her hips suggestively and struck a pop idol pose, flashing a defiant grin.

"Come on, you freaky flushers! This is idol rage!" she taunted cunningly, leaping into a powerful kick that sent a Skibidi Toilet flying across the fortress courtyard, shattering against a statue of a grotesque pancake centaur and bursting the motherfucking piece of shit into a million pieces with blood and gore with organs spilling onto the ground.

Stocking let out a sadistic cackle as her mini-gun roared to life, unleashing a relentless hail of bullets that tore through the Skibidi Toilets like a hot knife through pancake batter. Blood, shattered porcelain, and jagged putrescent teeth filled the air in a gruesome cloud as her bullets found their marks with laser precision, leaving the battlefield littered with the remains of their unholy adversaries and strewning blood and viscera across the courtyard of the Pancake fortres. She moved with a twisted grace, each spray of lead punctuated by a sharp thrust of her seductive hips, sending shockwaves of elfin fervor as she crushed any Skibidi freak that dared to get close to her hips.

As the porcelain massacre unfolded, Stocking launched into an unhinged tirade, her voice rising above the carnage of rorsarch blood splatter. "You know what? I'm so sick of these damn pancake-worshipping cultish bitch-assholes-cunts, and I'll tell you why. Pancakes are nothing more than glorified, soggy, flat messes that fall apart the second you pour syrup on them like a limp dick with no game! No texture, no depth like a fucking EA game. A cake is a masterpiece, layered, complex, and resilient like my tits. It has frosting, ganache, and flavors that actually blend and complement each other such as chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, strawberry. But a pancake? It's like… wet cardboard with no ambition... just like all my first dates."

Stocking paused her firing for a split second to reload, watching as Skibidi Toilets attempted to regroup only for her to unleash another volley of lead fuckrage, shredding through them as she continued. "Now don't even get me started on pancakes in the mother fucking morning. The idea of waking up to a stack of mushy, bland disks as some kind of 'treat'? Ha! Cake is there for you in the morning, evening, and night, bringing joy with every bite. I'd rather eat a thousand-tiered fondant monstrosity than one more bite of these so-called breakfast 'classics.' It's basically an oversized communion wafer drowned in sugar. You call that food? My taste buds are far too evolved and sophisticated for that bullshit."

She watched with gleeful satisfaction as more Skibidi Toilets splintered into blood and shards beneath her fuckraged wrath. "And these Skibidi creeps think pancakes are worthy of a fucking caliphate?!" she sneered. "They wouldn't know good dessert if it shot them right in the face which, lucky for them, is exactly what I'm doing!" Her mini-gun's barrels spun with renewed speed as she unleashed a final torrent of destruction, each shot punctuated by her derisive chuckles.

Stocking's cake-fueled massacre left the battlefield coated in Skibidi Toilet gore, her rant echoing triumphantly across the fortress as she struck a victory pose, blowing imaginary frosting off her mini-gun's smoking barrel like a fucking bitch.

Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu leapt into the battlefield with their wicked axe club of death, Ruiko brought down her axe club onto a fucking Skibidi Toilet and split its head asunder with brutish fuckrage and chortles.

With a wild glint in her eye and a grin that could spook the father of lies himself, Ruiko Saten swung her massive axe club, bringing it down with the force of a freight train on the nearest Skibidi Toilet. The monstrous human face cracked, splintered, and exploded under the sheer brutality of her swing of death, sending shards and a geyser of putrid Skibidi blood spraying across the battlefield and onto the ground and walls. Ruiko let out a feral chortle, lifting the axe club high and glancing back at Uiharu with a wicked grin.

"How does the feeling of tender Skibidi Toilet Flesh feel Uiharu~?"

"Like the juiciest steak at Morton's The Steakhouse"

Uiharu adjusted her grip, her expression twisted in a mix of nerves and determination as she hoisted her own wicked axe club and plunged into the fray of Skibidi Toilets with violent intent. "You got it, Ruiko! Let's show these Skibidi scum what real pain feels like! Fucking bastardous asshoes and frauds!"

With each violent swing, Uiharu's strikes grew fiercer, matching Ruiko's chaotic energy and fuck-fury. Together, the two friends were like a whirlwind of steel and raw apoplectic fuck-fury, cleaving through ranks of Skibidi Toilets with an unstoppable rhythm of hack and smashmouth fuck-it, chuck-it swinging bullshit! Their weapons came down like hammers of the wrath from daddy justice himself, each blow accompanied by the sickening crunch of shattered porcelain and splashes of gore that painted the once-slick floors of the pancake fortress into a canvas of bloodshed.

As another Skibidi Toilet fell and died from their vicious attacks, Ruiko let out a triumphant laugh. "Who knew kicking the shit out of talking toilets could feel this damn good? Come on, Uiharu, let's leave these freaks in pieces! Ahaha~!"

Kobayashi Rindou gave Ruiko Saten a side glare at her unhinged behavior and chuckled, she pulled out a pair of bronze knuckles which were sharpened with spikes because guns were too boring for her... she wanted blood and violence.

Rindou grinned like a beast unleashed as she tightened her spiked brass knuckles, each spike glinting with lethal intent and penetrative fuckrage. She cocked her head toward Ruiko, who was gleefully smashing Skibidi Toilets left and right, and chuckled. "I'll show you what unhinged really looks like."

Kobayashi Rindou pulled out a special edition bottle of Jägermeister which was created with the haunted screams of the dead electronic goats which were slain that one fateful day six trillion years ago.

She tossed the empty Jägermeister bottle over her shoulder, letting it shatter in the wake of her charge as she tore into the battlefield with unhinged demeanor. Her fists, powered by pure rage and a thirst for brutal, intimate violence, slammed into the Skibidi Toilets with a sickening crunch of fuck death. Each punch was like a thunderclap of shit, shattering the skulls of Skibidi Toilets asunder violently, cracking rims, and tearing through Skibidi flesh with vicious precision. The toilets reeled, barely able to process the spiked fists of fury that rained down upon them, the fiery fist o' pain.

"Guns? Boring as shit," Rindou snarled as she thrusts her hips tauntingly for sexual purposes, ducking the lunging attack of a Skibidi Toilet which threatened to rip her face off before sending her fist straight through the assailant's tank. It crumbled around her arm, shattered by the impact, as another lunged forward only to be met with an uppercut so fierce it sent bits of porcelain and blood flying sky-high and staining the ceiling of the Pancake Fortress walls.

"Come on!" she bellowed, practically intoxicated with the bloodshed and Jägermeister in her veins, her grin wild and fearless as fuck. "Let's see what else you Skibidi bastards got! I'm just getting warmed up!"

With a smirk that practically dripped with chaotic black edgy death energy, Rindou took a step back from the Skibidi Toilet, her eyes locked onto the Skibidi Toilet charging at her with its jagged, filthy putrescent teeth bared like a set of gnashing teeth and bloody death. She taunted it forward with a cocky wave and the porcelain satanic abomination barreled toward her like a demonic hellspawn cut from the nape of the earth itself, shaped in the bowels of hell and wrought from the wages of sin and tax debt.

As it lunged, she sidestepped smoothly like a boxer, her spiked knuckles glinting under the eerie battlefield lights of the pancake fortress and its bizarre oddities and with an explosive twist, she drove her fist up in a devastating tiger uppercut, her knuckles catching the base of the Skibidi Toilet's exposed chin and sending it rocketing toward the ceiling. The crack echoed like thunder as the unholy toilet burst apart upon impact, shards of porcelain and blood showering down onto the battlefield below.

"That's right, you piece of fucking shits" Rindou sneered, her fists dripping with a fresh coat of enemy bloodshed "Any other maggots gonna come at me and my perfect titties~?" Taunted Kobayashi Rindou like the petulant fuckhead that she was.

Lastly was Shaquille O'Neill himself, armed with nothing but his titanic strength and his godly chair of hyper-death and judgement, his booming voice bellowed upon the hapless fucklings that lay before him and his powerful explosive biceps and statuesque chest.

Shaq stood there like a titan of wrath incarnate and sex energy, his presence was so overpowering it seemed to eclipse the entire battlefield like a titan of hyper death. The Godly Chair of Hyper-Death and Judgement was clutched in his mammoth hand, still slick with the remains of his latest unfortunate victim. With a glance that held the weight of a thousand cataclysmic fuck suns, Shaq surveyed the Skibidi Toilet horde before him, each one looking slightly less confident than ever before, despite their demonic grins of brainrot and annihilation of the highest motherfucking order.

"Y'all done messed with the wrong mother fucking team" his voice boomed epically, rippling across the field like a war drum of hypersonic fuckrage. The air trembled as he took a huge step forward, his biceps flexing with such explosive power they seemed to crackle with explosive energy. As the first Skibidi Toilet dared to charge, Shaq swung his Godly Chair in a brutal arc, catching it mid-lunge and shattering it into a thousand mother fucking pieces of shit with a sickening crunch and an epic swing of death, splitting heads asunder.

One by one, they came at him in waves like lemmings to a cliffside, but each was met with a strike more devastating than the last one. The ground beneath him became a mosaic of shattered porcelain, dripping with viscera which washed over his statuesque chest. Shaq's expression was one of pure, unfiltered wrath as he smashed, crushed, and obliterated his foes with elfin fervor, wiping off the retina-choked blade of his Godly Chair.

"You thought you'd take over New Orleans with your pancake bastardry?!" he bellowed, bringing the Chair down with such force it left a crater where another Skibidi Toilet once stood, smashing and denting its head in like a fucking moon crater. "Not on my watch. Now, who else wants to feel the wrath of the Shaq-Fu master?"

By the end, the battlefield was silent, save for the quiet drip of blood and shattered pieces of his enemies lying in tumultuous ruin. Shaq stood tall, chest heaving and sprayed with blood and viscera, his godly weapon glistening in the aftermath and covered in guts and chunks of brain matter.

"Get rekt, fuckers" Taunted Kobayashi Rindou as their enemies lay dead and murdered before them in such grotesque fashion and brutality, with the Skibidi Toilet guards out of the way... the Big Ballers could advance into the satanic flying pancake fortress and see who was behind this flim-flammery!

Shaq-Kun wiped the sweat and gore from his wicked brow, giving a victorious nod to his team of epic ballers and warriors "Alright, Big Ballers, time to bust in and lay the smackdown on whoever's flipping these pancake cult clowns... we're gonna head inside, penetrate their defenses and cream them!"

They approached the towering, ominous fortress entrance which reeked of satanic pancake occult bullshit, a massive iron door adorned with pentagram shaped stacks of pancakes, each one coated in a thick syrup that oozed down with malicious brutish intent. Stocking raised her eyebrow, flicking her cake crumbs disdainfully at the door with elfin fervor. "They really went all out with the hellish brunch aesthetic, tt's like IHOP opened a branch in the bowels of hell, at least try to hide the satanic bullshit."

With one mighty shove from Shaquille O'Neill, the doors groaned open brutalically, revealing a cavernous, dimly lit chamber beyond the doors. The air was thick with the sickly sweet scent of burnt pancakes and oddly, hot motor oil and blueberry cyrup. Grotesque pancake effigies lined the walls creepily, and in the center of the room stood an altar crafted from a towering stack of the cursed breakfast cakes, each one sizzling with some kind of satanic energy which creeped them the fuck out.

"Alright bastards, stay sharp or you might die in the next couple of sentences" Shaq muttered as he spoke to his group of epic ballers, "Whoever's behind this syrup-slinging cult of culinary chaos is bound to be somewhere nearby... motherfucker."

Kobayashi Rindou cracked her knuckles epically with a desire for bloodlust in her brutish yellow eyes, her eyes gleaming with excitement and sadism "Let's hunt down the pancake prophet and serve 'em a slice of pain for this bullshit."

Shaquille O'Neill nodded approvingly at the words of Kobayashi Rindou, raising his godly chair with a wicked grin. "Ah i'm so glad you're still the same whack-ass mother fucking crackhead as always Rindou-chan, couldn't have said that crazy shit better myself... let's slay these pancake-sexual demonic bastardly fucks."

As they advanced deeper into the demonic satanic flying pancake fortress of raw hyper0death, the walls seemed to pulsate with a strange creepy as fuck rhythm, as if the entire structure was alive with some twisted pancake heartbeat n' shit. Glowing syrup veins lined the hallways in demonic fashion, casting an eerie amber glow that illuminated their path through the winding halls of the flying pancake fortress. The sound of faint chanting echoed through the corridors, a bizarre hymn of pancake devotion and worship to their almighty pancake overlords.

Mika Jougasaki scrunched her nose, glancing around the area with disgust. "This whole place reeks of stale syrup and virginal desperation. They take breakfast way too seriously."

Just then, a massive door at the end of the hallway creaked open like black voodoo magic, revealing an elaborate throne room adorned with pancake idols and other creepy fucked up shit and, at its center, the self-proclaimed "Pancake Prophet" stood before the very eyes of the big ballers in all his mystical satanic bitch-facey glory. The Prophet was draped in pancake robes, a crown of whipped cream and syrup dripping from his head as he looked down at them with an unhinged grin which could make even the Joker cry.

"Welcome, heathens"" he bellowed, his voice dripping with arrogance and condescending douchebaggery. "You dare to challenge the supremacy of pancakes? Prepare to be flattened beneath the might of the Pancake Caliphate and be stoned to death!"

Kobayashi Rindou clenched her fists, her grin even wider. "You have no idea how ready we are to shove our fucking rifles up your fucking asshole you piece of fuck" Spoke Kobayashi Rindou vulgarly, looking at the pancake prophet with disgust.

Suddenly the satanic, evil, demonic pancake prophet removed his robes and hat. The Big Ballers froze, collectively blinking as the notorious face of Goro Akechi, the once charming detective turned twisted psychopath was revealed in his traitorous bitch-ass glory, fucking bastard.

"Are you serious?!" Ruiko Saten hissed, hands clenching around her axe club which was swathed in the blood of the fucklings she has slain throughout her life. "We came all this way to deal with you, Sketchy Akechi?! I thought you died in some random mental mindscape or something... like can't you go shoot Joker in the head or something?!"

Sketchy Akechi let out a sinister laugh like the shifty fucking prick that he was, his expression a mix of smug superiority and barely concealed rage. "Death is nothing to a true visionary, my dear Ruiko Saten. I faked it, escaped and forged this beautiful pancake utopia by powering the pancake cult with the screams of pancake-ified victims. You should feel honored to witness the rise of the Pancake Caliphate and our goal of world domination you fucking bitch!" He gestured to the syrup-drenched shrine behind him which gleamed with satanic imagery and other fucked up bullshit. "In time, the world will see that waffles are the true abomination and only pancakes are worthy of devotion and worship that we mere humans are not capable of reaching without submission and devotion to them every day, I will kill in the name of pancakes."

Shaquille O'Neill was ever unimpressed by this fucking bitch-boi, he stepped forward, his godly chair held high and ready to smash the skull of this fucking prick asunder with elfin fervor. "Listen up, pancake punk. We've dealt with Skibidi Toilets, rocket-ass propulsion and more syrup than a damn IHOP all to put your pansy ass to death."

Stocking Anarchy chimed in with the utmost disgust at the lack of knowledge coming from this fucking prick, rolling her eyes. "For someone so obsessed with pancakes, you're just as bland as the food you worship, Akechi... hell, you're a fucking rip-off of Tohru Adachi AND Light Yagami!"

Akechi's eye twitched violently, rage bubbling beneath his cool exterior. "Blasphemers! Your arrogance blinds you, but you'll soon see! I am unstoppable in my pancake form you fucking fuckers!"

Kobayashi Rindou cackled epically, cracking her knuckles epically as well. "Bring it, pancake boy! I've got a syrupy fist of justice with your name on it... I'll call daddy justice to pound your ass to bits!"

Stocking pulled out her mini-gun and unloaded a fuck barrage of lead bullets upon Akechi's form, but that motherfucking Sketchy bastard did his thing.

Akechi twirled his staff like a lunatic demonic conductor orchestrating a symphony of destruction and hyper death, deflecting Stocking's mini-gun rounds with infuriating ease liek a total fucking bitch-asshole-cunt. The bullets ricocheted off his staff and embedded themselves into the grotesque pancake statues lining the room, sending bits of syrup and shattered glass everywhere and causing a fucking mess.

"Pathetic! You fucking gothic angel with daddy issues!" Akechi sneered at Stocking like a cocky and smarmy little fuck, his voice dripping with condescension as he pointed his staff at the Big Ballers. "Is that all you've got? The Pancake Prophet cannot be defeated by mere mortal force!"

Kobayashi Rindou's eyes narrowed, a sadistic grin spreading across her face, she launched herself at Akechi with a spiked bronze-knuckled fist and in her other hand tightly gripping a Jägerbomb which she never had at any other point in the story but got for plot reasons, she was ready to smash it in his face as a chaser. Akechi, anticipating her approach, sidestepped at the last moment, his staff striking out like a viper to meet her fist.

"Impressive... but predictable, you unhinged little bitch!" Akechi taunted, narrowly avoiding her blow and taunting her like the petulant little fuck that he was.

"Yeah? How about this then?!" Stocking shrieked, switching to explosive rounds, each shot sending shockwaves through the room as the floor buckled and cracked under the relentless fire... much to Akechi's laughter.

"Is that all your fragile cake-loving ego can muster, at least your boobies are nice~!" Akechi spat, his sinister laugh echoing through the fortress as he talked about Stocking's big boobs.

But Shaq was ready. With one massive stride, he leapt behind Sketchy Akechi sneakily, his godly chair held high, muscles flexing with holy Steel Vengeance. "Enough talk pervert, time for daddy justice to do his thing."

Akechi whipped around in horror as his eyes widened in cosmic fear and fuckery but Shaq was faster. He brought his chair down with a godly, gut-wrenching smash, aiming to squash the Pancake Prophet and end his tyranny once and for all. Akechi's head was caved in and dented brutally with elfin fervor, his body went limp yet began to beep...

The Big Ballers froze in wicked fear and cosmic fuck horror, watching as Akechi's body slumped to the floor in a lifeless heap of death, his skull dented from Shaq's godly chair slam. But then, an ominous beep... beep... beep... filled the air, a sound no one wanted to hear.

"Aw, hell no!" Ruiko shouted, her eyes widening in horror. "The fucking bastard's rigged himself up like a goddamn human bomb! That Sketchy Akechi fuck!"

The beeping grew faster, an electronic crescendo of doom and cosmic fuck farts. Shaq's brow furrowed as he glared at Sketchy Akechi's crumpled, ticking body with elfin fervor. "A human bomb? That pancake freak just hit a new low, fucking suicide bomber" he muttered, disgusted at this pathetic attempt at terrorism.

"Back up! Back up! You fucking idiots!" Uiharu shouted from behind Lightning McQueen, who skidded to a halt, tires screeching as he prepared for the imminent explosion which would rock the Flying Pancake Fortress with elfin fervor.

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"Take cover, motherfuckers!" Stocking Anarchy yelled loudly across the fortress, grabbing Rindou by the collar and dragging her behind one of the grotesque satanic pancake statues. Just as they ducked, Akechi's body detonated in a horrific spray of wires, nuts, bolts and wires, flooding the room with thick, choking smoke and splattering the walls with remnants of the Pancake Prophets metallic body.

"H-He's a fucking robot!" Shaq spoke with rigid horror as he watched the explosion of Goro Akechi, the motherfucking bastard was a robot the whole time... Sketchy Akechi indeed... and yet as the entirety of the Big Ballers crew looked on in horror of the scene before them, a voice rang out to them... someone spoke up and it was not a voice they recognized before.

"Lamp Oil, Rope, Bombs? You want it? It's yours, my friend. As long as you have enough rupees."

The blood-swathed death room fell silent as the thick smoke began to clear from the explosion of Goro Akechi, revealing a rotund figure emerging from the deathly shadows beyond, Morshu... the mustachioed merchant from the depths of the Internet and mematic Youtube Poop, stood proudly amidst the wreckage of Goro Akechi's metallic remains which splintered into pieces.

"Did you really think you could stop the cuntastic power of the Pancake Cult?" Morshu cackled epically, rubbing his hands together like a true corporatist mastermind. "No, no! You've just stumbled into my glorious batter production facility! A place where I turn those who oppose pancakes into delicious, fluffy batter for the masses to dine on at local McDdonald's restaurants. And now, I'm rich beyond my wildest dreams!"

"Batter generator? Are you fucking serious right now?" Ruiko Saten sneered, disgust evident in her voice as her spastic colon churned in disgust. "You're telling me we've been fighting a cult over pancake batter?"

"Not just any batter son!" Morshu corrected, puffing out his chest with raw sexual flare. "This is the finest pancake batter in all of New Orleans, infused with the essence of the lost souls of waffle lovers. It's a culinary revolution, and I am its mother fucking king!"

"Dude, that's fucking twisted as shit" Kobayashi Rindou said, her face scrunched in revulsion and disgust at the revelation of Morshu the Rotund Batter Salesman. "You're telling me you're selling humans to fast food companies? You're a real piece of shit."

"Exactly, sacrifices must be made in the path to wealth!" Morshu laughed maniacally, patting his rotund belly with charisma. "And it's all thanks to my invention, the Pancake-ator! With it, I'll rule the breakfast world like a God amongst Men! And you'll be nothing but a footnote in the history of culinary failure ya' fuckin' chuckle fuckers!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!", Stocking Anarchy rolled her eyes, leveling her mini-gun at him with sexual fuckrage. "You've got one chance, tubby. Back off and let us take down your pancake-powered nightmare or I'll make you into the next batch of batter myself, I'll turn you into a fucking meatball you fat-ass."

Morshu merely chuckled, stepping back and motioning towards the glowing machine behind him, humming ominously with the power of the crystal stars, chaos emeralds and Kryptonite. "You think you can destroy my empire? I have an army of sentient pancake soldiers ready to defend their delicious death cult leader!"

"Just you wait bitch," Shaq growled, stepping forward with a fierce glint in his eye. "This pancake empire's about to get smacked the fuck down, just like the last one. Let's do this, Big Ballers!"

With that epic holy battle cry, the Big Ballers charged toward Morshu and his diabolical contraption of satanic pancake death, ready to put an end to the pancake tyranny and reclaim their city from the clutches of syrup-fueled madness and endless fuckery.

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: Bad Morshu! Morshu Bad Apple!

Morshu the Rotund grinned wickedly as he hoisted himself up into the cockpit of a towering, glimmering monstrosity known as the Titanic Rupee Super Mecha Death Machine or in the common tongue, a giant fucking ATM death robot.

Gleaming black green emeralds lined its hulking frame, each one shining with an unholy light that could only have come from Morshu's endless greed and inside of each emerald was a captured fairy spirit which had been divorced from its own body, captured and imprisoned forevermore.

The legs of the mech were created from pure tungsten, blood and hewn from the metals of hells second dimension, The mech roared to life epically like a lion awakening before the morning sun, its massive fists crackling with dark fuck-energy as Morshu settled into his plush, rupee-studded seat, pressing buttons with the casual precision of a satanic pancake salesman gone mad with power and fuck-furious greed of epic proportions and fuck-death.

"This beauty runs on pure rupee power sonny boy~!" Morshu boasted at Shaquille O'Neill epically from his towering rupee death machine, his voice booming through a speaker as he glared down at the Big Ballers below. "You want a piece of me? You'll have to pay the price and sorry you guys, I can't give credit... come back when you're a little mmmmm richer!"

"Seriously?!" Stocking Anarchy spat with furious demand and epic fuckrage, aiming her mini-gun up at Morshu the Rotund. "You've got the audacity to sit there in a giant ATM and taunt us like a fucking bitch?!"

"Oh, there's no taunting here, my sweet," Morshu sneered, pressing a button that shot a blast of golden rupee death-lasers toward the team of epic big ballers. "This is merely a business transaction… and your lives are the price!"

Shaq barely managed to dive out of the way, gripping his godly chair in determination and actual fuckrage. "Alright, Big Ballers, it's time to cash this fucking bloody bastard out! Everyone, take cover and get ready to counterattack!"

Ruiko Saten squinted up at the towering rupee death-mecha, her grip tightening on her axe club of hyperdeath and skibidi slaying. "Alright, so, uh… what's the plan, Shaq-kun? We can't exactly just smash its fucking head inside with the chair."

Shaquille O'Neill-Kun flashed a confident grin. "Oh, we're gonna drain that rupee vault dry and short-circuit this walking payday loan. We'll hit that motherfucker where it hurts, in the fucking wallet!"

"Let's make this pancake-pushing scumbag bankrupt and poor as fuck!" Rindou cheered, cracking her knuckles and readying her spiked brass knuckles and rifles which she stuffed inside of her panties

Morshu roared from his perch, his mecha's eyes glowing bright green with sardonic hyper-death of epic proportions and epic fuck-fury and fuckrage. "I'll crush you all and turn you into my new batter reserves so I can sell to Uncle Ronald McDonald!"

Morshu dabbed epically from his mecha as the mecha-foot lowered upon Shaq who pushed against the foot with nothing but his godly chair and his titanic strength, pushing back against the weight of the mecha and its crushing power.

Shaq's feet dug into the steel-reinforced floor of the satanic pancake fortress as Morshu's mecha-foot bore down upon him with elfin fervor, the crushing weight of the Titanic Rupee Super Mecha Death Machine groaning and hissing with every ounce of its rupee-fueled fuck-power. Shaq-kun gritted his teeth epically, his towering muscles rippling with godlike TITANIC strength, veins bulging as he pressed up against the gargantuan foot of the Titanic Rupee Super Mecha Death Machine, clutching his Godly Chair of Hyper-Death like a weapon forged by the gods themselves. The chair glowed with a radiant, divine light as it absorbed the sheer force of the mech's attempt to stomp him into the floor and into playdo. Around him, his team of Big Ballers watched in awe and horror as Shaq-kun squared off against a force that could crush people, skeletons, blood, bones, hopes and dreams.

The cacophony of metal against metal, of rupee death-laser fire and the relentless creaking of the mecha's foot echoed across the demonic satanic flying pancake fortress of doom, mingling with Morshu's booming laughter and cocky disposition. The mecha's voice amplifier crackled as Morshu leaned forward in his rupee-studded throne, sneering down at Shaq with contempt and arrogance. His hand slammed onto a lever labeled Rupee Max, and a new wave of energy flooded into the mecha's foot with elfin fervor and infernal testicular fortitude.

"Don't you see, Shaquille O'Neill-Kun?" Morshu bellowed, throwing his head back as he executed another exaggerated dab from the comfort of his throne. "There's no stopping the power of pure greed son! And my rupee reserves are vast and infinite! Your strength means nothing in the face of the almighty market of pancake batter!"

But Shaq-kun was undaunted by the petulant taunting of Morshu the Rotund, he dug in even harder, his powerful legs trembling only slightly as he held his ground through the sheer power of genuine fuckrage and adrenaline which rages in his wicked testicles. "You think you can intimidate me with some souped-up vending machine, cunt bag? I was blocking shots in the NBA when you were still selling lamp oil, ropes and bombs in Hyrule, buddy!"

The rest of the Big Ballers sprang into action like the avengers, each member hurling themselves into the fray with all the elfin fervor and sheer madness that had brought them this far, fuckrage boiled in their boobs and butts.

Stocking Anarchy took a deep, calming breath before launching herself forward with elfin might and fuck-fury, her mini-gun roaring as she sprayed the massive, gleaming armor with lead from her mini-gun of hyperdeath.

"I've had it with your demonic satanic pancake scheme, you sadistic egghead fuck!" she shouted petulantly with elfin fervor, her eyes narrowing with fury as she focused on every weak point she could spot in the armor of Morshu's Rupee mecha. She kept a steady aim on the mecha's joints, hoping to hit anything vital enough to give Shaq-kun an edge. "When I'm done, you'll be dabbing in fucking hell, repent motherfucker!"

Meanwhile, Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu circled around the base of the satanic rupee death mecha, their eyes trained on a series of exposed wires and vulnerable gears that protruded from the knee joints of this titanic yet poorly designed piece of utter shit. "Look, if we can knock that motherfucking piece of shit off balance, Shaq might be able to topple the motherfucking piece of shit!" Ruiko shouted to Uiharu as she raised her deathly axe club, ready to bring it down with brutal force of hyperionic hyperdeath.

Uiharu nodded fiercely upon the declared words of Ruiko Saten, determination flashing in her eyes and pumping through her boobs and mammary glands. "Let's go for it, get ready to hit it with everything we've motherfucking got!"

The overweening fuckrage split between Ruiko and Uiharu was palpable and filled with elfin fuckrage and fervorous titillating epicality, Together, they launched into a relentless moonsault on the mecha's exposed legs, the clash of metal against metal echoing across the battlefield like metal axe guitar ripping through the sixth dimension of deathscape.

High above atop his fancy-ass cockpit, Morshu glared down at his foes arrogantly, shaking his head in disapproval and conceited pride which filled his rotund body. He sneered, flicking a series of switches that caused the mecha's chest compartment to swing open violently, revealing an array of deadly pancake artillery which was littered with satanic imagery... sticky, syrup-filled grenades of poisonous hyper-death, sharp steel batter blades of fuck-fury, and massive pancake discs that glowed with an ominous, molten orange light. "You want pancakes maggots? Let me serve you the full breakfast! Sexy Syrup Hentai Blast!"

The artillery roared to life at the commands of Morshu the Rotund, the syrup-choked artillery began firing pancakes and grenades in every direction with elfin fervor, coating the room with syrup that sizzled as it hit the floor violently, melting through metal with acidic ferocity and deathly molten FUCKRAGE. Mika Jougasaki barely managed to dodge a scalding flying pancake disc of death as it whizzed past her rapidly, grazing her idol outfit and filling the air with a sickly-sweet scent of death. She cursed under her breath, clutching her blood-soaked sword tightly which was swathed in the blood of the fucklings she had slain earlier.

"Rindou, we need to take out that Mother Fucking artillery!" Mika yelled across the fuckrage cacaphony of the battlefield, dodging another syrup grenade and returning to her stance.

Kobayashi Rindou let out a maniacal grin at the words of Mika Jougasaki, she cracked her knuckles violently and rushed forward towards the Rupee Mecha, dodging past a hail of pancakes and syrupy death bombs as she reached the base of the Rupee mecha. She jumped onto its arm with reckless abandon and fuckrage, her spiked brass knuckles gleaming as she drove them into the mecha's armored plating violently with uncivility, using them to climb with brutal efficiency like she was spiderman or some shit, I don't fucking know... weaving between blasts of syrupy artillery and aiming straight for the open chest compartment which Morshu the Rotund had opened oh so arrogantly.

"Guess what, you pancake-churning scumbag?" Kobayashi Rindou yelled as she launched herself into the compartment, her fists flying. "I took that shit personally!"

Rindou's spiked knuckles found their mark as she tore through wires and gears violently, causing the artillery cannons to sputter and spark much to the dismay of Morshu the Rotund, their firing mechanisms jamming with a loud hiss of malfunction. Morshu the Rotund cursed angrily, frantically pulling at the levers and knobs in front of him in desperation. "You freaking freaks!? Do you have any idea how much this costs to repair?! Can't you see that?!"

Suddenly from above and out of fucking nowhere, Shaq-kun continued to strain against the massive foot of the rupee mecha, sweat dripping down his brow as he slowly began to push back with all of his titanic strength and fuck-fury and with a mighty roar, the black lion unleashed the full force of his Godly Chair, channeling every ounce of his strength into one final, titanic push through his massive biceps and titanic arms and with a groan of strained metal, the mecha's foot lifted just slightly enough for Shaquille O'Neill-kun to step back and regroup with the rest of the big ballers.

Breathing heavily through his mouth and panting rapidly, he raised the chair above his head and looked directly into the eyes of Morshu the Rotund, his voice ringing out with deadly calm. "Morshu, you're about to experience a hostile takeover… the NBA Jam way."

Morshu the Rotund's eyes widened as Shaq-kun hurled the Godly Chair forward with unimaginable Millenium Force, the chair spinning through the air like a deadly boomerang projectile, its divine fuckraged aura glowing with a blinding light of patriotic hyper-death. It crashed into the mecha's chest with an infernal cast, shattering through its armor and lodging itself deep within the control panel. Sparks flew and the entire machine shuddered violently.

"No! Not the pit... IT BURNS" Morshu shrieked after the destruction of the control panel by the freak attack of Shaq-Kun, frantically trying to regain control of his titanic rupee mecha. But the damage had been done upon this metallic piece of shit, the reactor began to glow with an unstable, pulsating light of death... casting eerie shadows across the room as it threatened to explode with an infernal napalm blast.

"Big Ballers, we need to NBA Jam out of here now!" Shaq-Kun shouted over the sounds of malfunctioning hardware, grabbing the stunned Kobayashi Rindou from where she stood, clutching a handful of torn wires in triumph as if ripping out the heart of a fallen enemy in triumphal fuckrage.

As the team scrambled to evacuate the Flying Satanic Pancake Fortress, a final booming laugh echoed from Morshu The Rotund as he sat back in his throne of defeat and fuck-death, he was resigned yet defiant. "You think you've won, Shaquille O'Neill-Kun? This is just the beginning. The rupee economy never dies… I'll be back."

With a deafening roar of death, the reactor inside of the rupee mecha exploded, engulfing the entire pancake fortress in a blinding flash of green light and maple syrup. The Big Ballers dived for cover as the blast tore through the room violently and viciously, obliterating Morshu the Rotund and his titanic death machine in one last, cataclysmic fuck-raged explosion. Rupees scattered everywhere like confetti of bloody hyperdeath, sparkling in the air before raining down like green ash erupted out of a volcano.

When the dust finally settled after the violent explosion, the Big Ballers picked themselves up after the battle against Morshu the Rotund... bruised but victorious in their victory against the forces of evil. Shaq surveyed the destruction around them one last time, his godly chair glowing faintly at his side after having killed the fuck out of Morshu the Rotund. He smirked proudly at his handiwork, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the fallen flying pancake fortress.

"I'll be back my ass, that motherfucker just exploded like a fucking nuclear bomb" Stocking Anarchy rolled her eyes after witnessing the explosion which rocked the flying pancake fortress into deathly destruction, shoveling a slice of cake into her mouth and making an orgasmic food-gasm straight out of Food Wars.

The team erupted into laughter, each of them clutching their injuries and shaking their heads in disbelief at the destruction of Morshu the Rotund. They had faced down the pancake cult which had terrorized New Orleans, toppled the Titanic Rupee Super Mecha Death Machine and have freed New Orleans from the sinister grip of the pancake overlords in Goro "Sketchy" Akechi and Morshu the Rotund.

As they made their way out of the satanic ruins, Stocking Anarchy looked back at the smoldering fortress, sighing as she took one last drag from her cake-flavored cigarette which she had saved specifically for this occasion. "You know, guys… after all this, I think we all deserve a real dessert. And it sure as hell isn't pancakes."

"Hell yeah! Fuck Yeah!" Rindou shouted, raising a fist in the air. "Let's get some cake and celebrate! Cuz Ding Dong the Wicked Witch is Dead!"

With an infernal cast, the Flying Pancake Fortress crashed into New Orleans and killed thousands of fucklings who happened to be in the way of the impact, Shaquille O'Neill and the rest of the big ballers thought about cake and what other unspeakable horrors have risen after the rise of the Skibidi Toilets following the Skibidi-Pocalypse.

As the dust settled and the shattered remnants of the Flying Pancake Fortress lay scattered across the once-bustling streets of New Orleans, Shaq's gaze drifted over the carnage of blood and hyper-death. Thousands of poor, unofrtunate irrelevant fucklings had been crushed or pancaked into oblivion by the fortress's bloody descent like the moon from Majora's Mask. The destruction was almost surreal and epic... twisted steel, syrup-soaked streets and flattened bodies that left the city in a nightmarish state which it was always in.

The Big Ballers were battered but standing after the bloody aftermath, though each of them wore an expression of grim reflection after witnessing the depravity of Morshu the Rotund.

Shaquille O'Neill pulled out his phone rapidly after his task of liberating New Orleans had been completed... his statuesque form loomed over the destructio of blood and batter staining his iconic Godly Chair of Hyper-Death and as he scrolled through his contacts with one hand (most of which were irrelevant and filled with dead people) and held his other to his ear. He dialed the one guy who could possibly comprehend the depth of the absurdity which had struck the United States of America.

"Yo, LA Knight?" Shaq said as the line clicked, his voice carrying a note of exhaustion mixed with his usual unbreakable confidence and testicular fuckrage. "This is Shaq-Kun checking in. We took down that pancake cult bullshit in New Orleans... that shit was led by that motherfucking butter-churnin, pancake-frying bastard Morshu and as it turns out the whole 'pancake cult' was some kind of jacked-up, batter-churnin' pyramid scheme bullshit and this dude's business model? He was turning people into batter and sellin' 'em off to McDonald's like a fuckin' cuntbag."

LA Knight's voice crackled through the speaker, unmistakably cocky yet tinged with a trace of disbelief which came across his features. "YEAH! So you're tellin' me this whole operation was just one big racket for greasy flapjacks?"

"Hell yeah, you'd better believe it," Shaq replied. "If I didn't see it myself, I'd think it was bull-shit, but this dude Morshu had a wholemotherfucking setup in his joint, he had skyscrapers of syrup, cannons that shot flaming hotcakes and even a battalion of pancake-worshiping Skibidi Toilets. That motherfucker was out of his mother fucking mind!"

LA Knight gave a low, impressed whistle on the other end. "Well, sounds like you Big Ballers tore him a new fucking asshole. I knew you had it in ya as wonderous American Patriots... but listen, you might want to brace yourselves for the future 'cause word on the street is the pancake cult bullshit were just the beginning... There's probably lots of other crazy unhinged bullshit, I wish it was all kayfabe but this shit is real... I'll tell you if I spot any stanky bullshit."

As Shaquille O'Neill tucked his phone back into his pocket, his expression was uncharacteristically tense with serious fuckrage and bollocks. He turned to his fellow Big Ballers, his face shadowed by the darkening skies above New Orleans and yet his eyes were fierce with an unyielding resolve of deathly fuckrage.

"Listen up, Big Ballers!" Shaq's voice boomed across the deserted streets of New Orleans, carrying that unmistakable edge of testicular fuckrage that had become his trademark bullshit. "The pancake cult? Just the appetizer of bullshit that the Skibidi-Pocalypse inflicted upon the United States of America... LA Knight's saying this country's got more twisted stanky bullshit going on, after the events of Houston and New Orleans... that is probably the motherfucking case."

Chapter Text

Chapter 31: Pure Furies, Whereabouts of the Butt:Fuckers upon Charlotte, North Carolina

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: Ikana Valley - Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask

Kaguya "Mother-Fucking" Houraisan's eyes widened with epic astonishment and barely-contained rigid bull-shitty fuckrage of epicallity as the infamous Butt:Fuckers Burger Joint loomed before them like a monolith of horseshit, death and taut fuckrage. It stood in all its horrid, rigid, greasy glory... looking as if it had been cobbled together from the rejected designs of fast-food the annihilated souls of rejected fast-food chains and the shattered souls of rejected architects who came from the pummeling infernal hells of Sexville. Its neon sign buzzed erratically like a bitch, the colon between "Butt" and "Fuckers" flickering like a desperate cry for help and a scream of eternal infernal agony, as though even the sign itself regretted being born and in fact... it did, there it would remain in eternal hellish agony for the rest of its sad and pathetic life, an existential horror that nobody would wish on anyone.

Reimu Hakurei shot the motherfucking sign to take it out of its fucking misery, she did this suddenly and without warning... almost as if reflecting the pathetic attempt at shock value of this otherwise completely pointless and utterly worthless sentence.

The New England Patriots were filled with raw fuckrage that was born within their, battle-hardened, blood-swathed bodies which were filled with the power of fuckrage which had been bestowed upon them... they sat in the Jeep in a stunned silence of hyperionic hyper-silence, taking in the chaotic majesty of the chain once known as Fudd:Ruckers... now called Butt:Fuckers. The structure was a mishmash of fried smell and faded vinyl booths and was seemingly held together by sheer force of will and a few precariously placed nails which threatened to give way and cause the structure to collapse with epicality. Grease stains lined the windows violently, framing a collection of dubious, ancient promotional posters depicting burgers that looked more like satanic pieces of shit rather than fast food, it was a bunch of bullshit baloney which had no place in the United States of Mother Fucking Big-Ass America.

"Are we really…going in that creepy-ass ghetto-ass place?" Ruby Kurosawa asked nervously as she looked at the sight, her voice a mix of horror and fascination as she leaned forward, peering at the garish monstrosity which stood before them with harrowing intent and tumultuous fuck-furious fuckrage.

"Damn right we are bitch, fuckin' hell this place looks like shit" Fujiwara No Mokou muttered with annoyance and fuckrage at the molecular level of space-time, her voice low with grim deathly murderous fuckrage. "If this is the only way through this godforsaken wall of concrete and motoercycles, then so be it. Besides, if I have to look at that damn mother FUCKING sign one more time without torching it to death with my rifle, I might lose my goddamn mind, soul and body all in one... even my tits.

"Yeah and I just murdered the shit out of that fucking sign... dumb-ass" Reimu Hakurei responded at the unawareness of Fujiwara No Mokou and her obliviousness to the hellish torrential bullet fest that Reimu unleashed upon that miserable sign despite the obvious plot-hole of Mokou simply being able to HEAR Reimu's gunshots because reasons.

Kaguya Houraisan meanwhile was still wide eyed and shocked as one can be at the epic bullshit that stood beforeb her, the former Lunarian Princess shook her head slowly with incredible power. "This place… it's worse than I imagined. It's like if the concept of regret, sadness, bullshit, depression and Nani Sore opened a burger joint near fucking Charlotte, North Carolina!"

Sanae Kochiya sighed after witnessing the bullshitty bullshit of Butt:Fuckers in all of its epic fuck-tastic glory, she began to resign to the absurdity of it all... "Alright, let's do this shit. It's just a fucking burger joint, right? How bad could it possibly be? It shouldn't be too fucking bad right?"

"Don't jinx it Sanae, also fuck the Chiefs" Reimu Hakurei muttered with annoyance at the prospect of potentially fucking up the operation of Butt:Fuckers, eyeing the greasy, fuck-slain sign with utter disgust and fuckrage "I feel like this place has subliminal bullshitty secrets nobody should ever have to find out... probably something worse than the second season of The Promised Neverland, Tokyo Ghoul combined with the ending of Wonder Egg Priority."

With a collective deep breath of unison, unity and sheer raw fuck-tastic patriotism, the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo New England Patriots steeled themselves with fuckrage and prepared to enter Butt:Fuckers, ready for whatever biabolical culinary horrors or other satanic bullshit which would come their way like a fucking obstacle from hell itself raging upon their bowels.

And yet just for second measure, Fujiwara No Mokou pulled out her deathly rifle and absolutely shot the fuck out of the sign which had already been killed by Reimu Hakurei, Mokou fired two bullets and scoffed like a total fucking asshole... "Sorry, nothin' personal kiddo."

"Anyways, let's head into the fucking Butt:Fuckers and see what kind of bullshit lies inside this strange-ass place," Declared Reimu Hakurei of the New England Patriots, her voice dripping with exasperation and a flicker of anticipation which came from the bottom of her damn heart. "Is this really the only way to pass the concrete-and-motorcycle monolith wall?!"

The La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo New England Patriots exchanged wary glances at each other, each of them taking a deep breath and mentally bracing themselves for whatever epic horrors awaited them inside of the burger joint known only as Butt:Fuckers. They knew the reputation of Butt:Fuckers as not just as a fast-food dive with questionable sanitation standards but as a border checkpoint shrouded in mystery and enforced by equally mysterious forces of evil and bloodshed.

"Whatever's in this sketchy place," Mokou muttered in disapproval at the shady fucking restaurant, "better be worth the goddamn fried-heartburn style nightmare we're about to endure from this shithole."

With those uniformly deathly words spoken from none other than the Fujiwara Mo Nokou, they pushed open the smeared deathly looking glass doors and stepped into the dim, dingy interior of Futt:Buckers.

Inside the demonic plagued burger establishment, the stale smell of fryer oil hung thick in the air with violent and obscene brutality, mingling with an unsettling metallic undertone of hyperionic bull-shit. The blinding lights buzzed overhead with an obscene display of epicality, casting a sickly yellow glow that made the linoleum floor look even dirtier than it probably ever was in its history. The few tables scattered about looked like they'd been cleaned by half-hearted, overworked employees who were forced into slavery, meanwhile an old shitty jukebox wheezed in the corner, playing some unidentifiable, unholy and truly putrid sound... a pathetic attempt at what one would call music... one would rather hear nails on a chalkboard next to the violent sound of the dying squeals of electronic femboys.

The New England Patriots stood in a line as if in Kindergarten, sizing up the place with curiosity. Their journey through the Skibidi-Pocalypse had taken them through hellish hellscapes, culty cultish ruins and chaotic chaos incarnations, and yet there was something uniquely soul-crushing about Butt:Fuckers... a demonic layer of existential dread that no battlefield could quite match other than being thrown against the Deathwall which screamed with millions of tortured souls, a scream that everyone could hear but nobody could share.

"Well well well... what a piece of fucking dog-shit!" Kaguya Houraisan muttered haughtily, looking around with the look of a snobbish moon princess "let's find whoever runs this fucking place and get the hell out of here. I feel like I've lost brain cells just by breathing in here with all the poors."

The eternal fuckrage of Fujiwara No Mokou caused her to bristle angrily at the haughty words of Kaguya Houraisan, her eyes narrowing into slits of fuckrage as a deep-seated, centuries-old irritation bubbled to the surface and coming out of her mouth like a flood of fire and fuckrage. "I'm gonna beat your ass, you stuck-up lunar bitch!" she spat, fists clenching tightly as she took a threatening step toward Kaguya Houraisan, who merely raised an eyebrow, all but daring her to try to beat her ass like the fucking thug that Fujiwara No Mokou was.

Before the situation could escalate between these two hated rivals, Reimu "fucking" Hakurei stepped in like a fucking cockblocker at a stripper party, raising a hand between them like a no-nonsense teacher tired of breaking up playground fights between two shit-heads. "Alright... both of you, enough. We're here to get through this godforsaken burger shack, not to reenact your feud in the middle of a grease pit like a bunch of shitty hobos! By the way Kaguya, I don't wanna hear your stankin' ass talking about poors because you certainly ain't rich no more!"

Fujiwara No Mokou shot one last murderous glare at Kaguya Houraisan who gave her a satisfied smirk in response, but both of these petulant fuckheads stepped away from each other only to be spared of the sadistic fuckrage of Reimu Hakurei.

"Now then, bitches" Reimu Hakurei continued, pointing at the counter with authority and fuck-fury "let's find whoever's in charge here so we can figure out how to get through this dumb piece of fucking shit and get into Charlotte... why the fuck do we have to go through a fucking shitty-ass Fudd:Ruckers to get into motherfucking Charlotte?!"

"I dunno Reimu... whoever decided that the only way to get through Charlotte is to pass by Butt:Fuckers should be thrown against the deathwalls of hell and have their flesh boiled in another dimension like a fucking bitch!" Proclaimed Sanae Kochiya in all of her righteous anger and fuckrage in the name of fuckrage itself, a truly harrowing combination.

The interior of Le Butt:Fuckers was an unsettling fusion of corporate sterility and a neglected piece of satanic shit, that is a turd that came screaming out of hell with the demonic screams of six thousand tortured soul... the place was like someone had built a McDonald's in a post-apocalyptic wasteland and then just… stopped caring halfway through the cleanup and gave the fuck up, it rendered improperly and pissed everyone off. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered and buzzed tauntingly like they were arguing about whether to keep illuminating this travesty of a space or to sit down and shut the fuck up. The air was thick with the stench of fryer oil long past its expiration date, mingling with a faint metallic tang that seemed to seep out of the cracked tile floors and gave the place a shitty odor which reeked of post-death death.

Lining every wall were posters of impossibly red cows, their cartoonishly cheerful faces staring out with the unnerving intensity of a cult recruiter selling human flesh to its followers. Above them, bold letters proclaimed "100% BEEF" in such aggressively aggressive typography it felt less like advertising and more like a demand to sell your soul to the beefy overlords of this fucking place. These posters were everywhere—above the counter, near the doors, even slapped haphazardly onto the sides of the trash bins—as though the walls themselves wanted to ensure no one could escape the mantra... it might as well say BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU.

Despite its sterile and soulless design, the place was in complete disrepair. The plastic booths were cracked and discolored like your mom, their once-bright reds and yellows now dulled to shades of "abandoned kindergarten." The linoleum floor was scuffed and sticky to fuck, marked by a trail of mysterious stains that seemed to tell the story of the dying screams of thousands of spilt milkshakes which splattered across the linoleum floors like a mother fucker. The ceiling tiles above were water-damaged and sagging, threatening to drop their filthy contents onto the heads of anyone foolish enough to sit beneath them... they were like FEDEX FIELD in Washington.

The counter, which might once have been a sleek centerpiece, was now washed up and reduced to a chipped, greasy monument to apathy. A register stood at the center, covered in a sticky film of God-knows-what-else-but-cum, while faded menus displayed items that were either badly photoshopped or never meant to exist in the first place—things like "The Grease God Burger" and "Extra Beef Fries Now Beefier!."

To the side, the jukebox wheezed through a warped rendition of some long-forgotten country songs which came from the bowels of hells anus, its speakers crackling with every out-of-tune note. Nearby, a single arcade machine blinked erratically in the corner, its screen frozen on the words INSERT QUARTER TO CONTINUE as if daring someone to gamble their soul on whatever cursed game it hosted... it said POLYBIUS in bright letters.

Everything in Butt:Fuckers screamed that it wanted to be a clean, family-friendly corporate haven of freemasonic fuckery, but the reality was far grimmer—a decayed relic of a world that had moved on, leaving only grease, despair, and a haunting abundance of bovine propaganda and anal fuckery.

Fujiwara No Mokou stood in the center of the greasy hellscape that was Butt:Fuckers, her eyes scanning the dismal surroundings with an expression of disbelief mixed with raw, unapologetic fuckrage which boiled to a pitch in her tits. She slowly shook her head, taking in the decrepit booths, the flickering lights, and the constant intrusive presence of the 100% Beef posters like some sort of brainwashing tactic used by some chucklefucks designed by a mind thoroughly divorced from all taste and reason... it was butt ugly.

"A wise man once said," Mokou began quoting her philosophical thuggery bullshit once more, her voice dripping with disdain as she threw her arms out in an exaggerated gesture like a preacher preaching to a crowd of intelligent sloths, "if it looks like shit, smells like shit, then it is fucking shit."

Her words hung in the air like a heavy fart, settling over the group like a thick cloud of reality. There was no denying it now: Butt:Fuckers was the bowels of America. A glorious, greasy, fucked-up piece of shit that had somehow slipped through the cracks of the universe and managed to exist as a must-see hellhole for anyone passing through this forsaken part of the apocalypse... it WAS despair.

Mokou took a wide, sweeping gander around the room with elfin fuckery her gaze lingering on the peeling posters, the shattered booths and the singular arcade machine that had no business being in a place like this. It was a sad, pathetic sight that even her fuckrage couldn't fully capture the essence of... it was bullshit built upon bullshit and it was ruining her mind.

"Seriously though," Mokou No Fujiwara muttered, "who the fuck even decided this was the only way through? This place is a goddamn tribute to bad decisions."

The others were still taking in the full, unholy spectacle tjat stood before them like a monolithical piece of shit... they exchanged skeptical looks. Nobody wanted to ask what kind of horror lay beyond the counter or in the back room, but at this point, it seemed like they'd reached the point of no return. Whatever the hell this place had in store, it had to be better than standing in the middle of it, suffocating under the stench of long-dead dreams.

"Do we even want to know what's lurking behind this shit show?" Kaguya No Houraisan muttered, her voice thick with a mix of apathy and disgust, still trying to fathom the cosmic nonsense that had led them here...

"Only one way to find out, fuckers" Reimu said bitterly as she stroked her weapon, stepping toward the counter with a grimace, her voice sharp with purpose and filled with indescribable FUCK FURY.

Mokou snorted. "Yeah, and if it turns out to be even worse than this, I swear to god, I'll torch the whole damn place like an arsonist... I'll burn this place down!"

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: T-REX CAN'T WEAR MITTENS

Out of nowhere, with a deafening crash, a group of Marxosaurus Raptors burst from behind the counter with quasi-schizophrenic fuck-fury, their grotesque forms skittering across the grimy floor like cockroaches. Their scaly, putrid hides glistened with foul slime, their beady eyes glowing with an unnatural malice as they let out guttural, rasping roars, their teeth glinting like sharpened knives of death, a testament to their undying mission to eradicate everything that didn't align with their twisted revolutionary ideals. They were here, in full, unfiltered rage, hell-bent on terrorizing this already-shit hole of a place like a group of rats fighting over a molded cheese.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Mokou yelled, her fists clenching as she stared down the bizarre assault of these communist dinosaurs. "Not another goddamn mutant species out of left field!"

But before anyone could react, the chorus of snarling and clashing footsteps grew louder as the Marxosaurus Raptors charged forward with a mindless fervor, ready to tear through anything in their path... specifically, the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo New England Patriots.

Sanae Kochiya, stood before these communist fucks... unfazed by the sight of the shrieking, revolting monstrosities of communist failure, Sanae felt a rush of excitement flood her body and her tits, the overwhelming raw, holy fuckrage fueling her to unleash her own brand of chaos and justice upon the impurities. "Let's give these fuckers a taste of real AMERICAN revolutionary firepower," she shouted angrily, almost cackling as she tore her rifle from her back and slammed the barrel forward, her eyes gleaming with the insanity of battle and sexual arousal.

Then with the kind of wild abandon that only came with years of pent-up fuckrage, Sanae opened fire upon these tiny fucklings with elfin fervor, her rifle roaring as she poured round after round of lead into the tiny, scaly devils. The Marxosaurus Raptors reeled from the brutish onslaught, their bodies jerking with every shot as their grotesque forms were torn apart violently and brutishly. Their high-pitched screeches filled the air, echoing off the grease-slick walls and bouncing across the unsanitary chaos of the burger joint.

"YES! FUCK YES!" Sanae cried as if she was having the most fleeting of orgasms, her voice bubbling with unhinged glee as she shredded through the dinosaurs with nothing but lead and american pride alone, their putrid bodies crumpling and spasming under the barrage of hypersonic fuckerdeath. "This is what real justice looks like, assholes, bitches, cunts!"

In the background, the rest of the New England Patriots watched as she mowed through the group of Marxosaurus Raptors with savage delight. Reimu's eyes narrowed with a mixture of awe and annoyance. "Sanae," she muttered, "I'm pretty sure this is overkill, but damn, you're actually making this look fun."

By the time the last raptor hit the floor with a sickening thud, the air was thick with the stench of gunpowder, blood, and whatever foul organic material had once made up the prehistoric assholes from the planet Marxsofuckyourself. Sanae lowered her rifle with a satisfied grin plastered across her face, clearly enjoying every second of it.

"Now that's what I call service to the country," she said proudly, her voice laced with satisfaction as she looked over the mangled remains of their attackers. "Nothing like a little bit of raw action to make you feel alive."

The others stood around, equally surprised and slightly impressed by the carnage which Sanae had caused. Mokou let out a breath, her expression a mix of admiration and irritation. "Damn, girl. You really know how to light things up..."

"Well, that was... unexpected as fuck" Kaguya said, eyes flicking from the bloody remains of the Marxosaurus Raptors to the counter, where the grease-streaked, mutilated remains of the burger joint seemed even more apocalyptic than before. "But I guess we should keep moving, huh?"

Mokou cracked her knuckles. "Yeah. Let's get through this shit-hole before something else comes through the walls."

"Mokou you son of a bitch" Growled Dia Kurosawa as Mokou's words seemed to have jinxed them as Dia had spotted a group of Skibidi Toilets which had come at them after hearing both Mokou's shout and Sanae's gunfire.

Mokou's shout still hung in the air like a challenge to the universe itself, daring it to throw more chaos in their path and of course, as if summoned by the sheer force of her fuckrage, the unmistakable sound of Skibidi Toilets echoed through the grimy walls of Butt:Fuckers. A squadron of Skibidi Toilets those cursed, mechanical monstrosities of Gen Alpha brainrot (Not Genius works of art like this fanfiction of course) burst through the door, their grotesque porcelain faces twisted into permanent, soulless grins.

"Bitch, what did I do?!" Mokou snapped, her voice oozing exasperation as she turned to face the approaching horde. "Shut yo' crackhead ass! I ain't got time for this bullshit!"

Dia Kurosawa's eyes narrowed into slits, her blood pumping as the haunting chant of Skibidi Toilets echoed closer. "You jinxed us, you dumbass!" she growled, practically spitting venom with her words. "Every time you open that big mouth of yours, the universe throws more shit at us!"

Reimu acted as the cool-headed one for once in her life... and in moments like this, she stepped forward and cracked her knuckles. "Hey, no time to argue, let's just get rid of these bastards before they can make another mess... quit acting like fucking assholes to each other."

Sanae raised her rifle again, still cackling from the last encounter with the Marxosaurus bitches, her eyes practically glowing with excitement. "Damn straight!" she shouted. "Let's turn these shitty toilets into real waste!"

Mokou was still in her fire-forged fury, she ripped her rifle from her back and swung it around violently, locking eyes with Dia Kurosawa who was readying her own weapon. "I'm sorry, did you want to do the honors, or should I just keep killing these pathetic shit-buckets before you even blink?"

Dia Kurosawa clenched her fists in raw fuckrage and frustration, she shot a glare at Mokou but didn't have time to respond before the Skibidi Toilets lunged forward. Each one was a whirlwind of rapid mechanical movement, their heads wandering and fucking around menacingly... their maths going open and shut like some kind of deadly, malfunctioning buzzsaw of hypersonic hyperdeath. The bloated, porcelain monstrosities let out their trademark chant of Skibidi Skibidi Skibidi, their glowing eyes flashing with malevolent intent as they sped towards the group with insane speed and horrific pace.

But they hadn't reckoned with Sanae Kochiya. She let out a battle cry of ovarian fortitude, her rifle again erupting into a torrent of deafening gunfire of violent fuckdeath. The bullets tore through the ranks of the Skibidi Toilets like hot knives through butter, sending chunks of porcelain and bloodied flesh flying through the air, but they kept coming, relentless and undeterred like sheep to the slaughter.

Reimu was not to be outdone by Sanae Kochiya, she hurled a barrage of spiritual fuckfury energy at the remaining toilets, a move which was never possible until this point in the story and will never happen again... her hands moving in perfect harmony with the winds of battle. A gust of spiritual force flung the nearest Skibidi Toilet into the death wall, shattering it into a million pieces...

Kaguya flicked a strand of hair from her face and sighed, already looking bored despite the carnage which showered blood across the restaurants. "Honestly, these things are just pathetic. They're like roaches with better tech and worse hygiene."

Ruby and Dia Kurosawa were working in unison, they were mowing down the remaining Skibidi Toilets with swift efficiency, their weapons singing the tune of total destruction. The last Skibidi Toilet sputtered, its electronic scream fading into a garbled mess of broken circuits and dying whirs, collapsing to the ground with a final crash.

Mokou wiped the sweat from her brow, glancing at Dia Kurosawa with a smirk. "Well, looks like that's done. You gonna keep yelling at me or can we get the fuck outta here?"

Dia Kurosawa growled, rolling her eyes as she checked her weapon. "You better hope we don't get stuck in another shitty situation because of your big mouth, you fuck-nut" she muttered.

"Yeah, yeah... fucking bitchy bitch" Mokou said with a grin, "Let's just get the fuck out of here and finish this mission."

The group, now covered in the aftermath of their explosive fight, stood victorious once more. Despite the blood and grime, the relentless fuckrage pulsing through their veins kept them moving forward, determined to make it through whatever the hell awaited them next in the wreckage of Butt:Fuckers.

The ever-timorous Ruby Kurosawa stood in the middle of the battlefield with her timid and uneven stance, wide-eyed and shaking as the aftermath of their chaotic battle settled around them and fresh blood was splattered against the walls. Her voice, tentative and small, broke the tension in the air. "D-Did we win? Are we winning?" She glanced around at the carnage, the walls, the ceiling, and the floor all smeared with blood, ooze, flesh, and shattered porcelain. A thick, acrid stench of battle hung heavily in the air, as if the very atmosphere was soaked in the raw brutality of their fight... it was evidence of the raw fuck-raged bullshit that took place in this place.

Sanae Kochiya who had been standing tall just moments ago with an adrenaline-fueled fuck-fire in her eyes was now wiping the sweat and blood off her brow with a relaxed sigh, as if the chaotic outburst had drained her in the best way possible... She glanced over at Ruby and grinned, wiping a bit of blood off her cheek. "Yeah, kid. We totally won and we did it in style by murdering the fuck out of them" She let out a laugh, her tone lighthearted now that the adrenaline had subsided from her tits, though there was still that unmistakable edge of fuckrage bubbling beneath the surface of her loins.

But the scene around them was undeniable and undisputable... Butt:Fuckers was a warzone of bullshit. The once purposeless corporate fast-food joint had been reduced to a mess of blood-soaked remnants and mangled skibidi toilets, the once-perfectly white tiles now stained with the remains of their enemies which ahd been slain before them brutishly and ceremoniously, ultimately being reduced to fodder. It was hard to tell if the disarray was a result of the battle they'd just fought or if the place had already been this much of a shit show before they walked in.

Kaguya Houraisan looked unfazed and very much in her element amidst the carnage, she rolled her eyes as she swept a stray lock of hair from her face. "We won," she replied, deadpan and bored as actual fuck. "But honestly, it's hard to tell. The place was already a disaster. Now, it just looks like a worse disaster... like puking on a pile of shit" She gestured around the room, the remnants of the Skibidi Toilets and the mangled Marxosaurus Raptors scattered in every corner like some bizarre post-apocalyptic landscape.

Fujiwara No Mokou snorted and rubbed her hands together, the grease and blood from the last fight still caked on her hands. "Y'all really want to question whether we won or not? Look around. The only thing not wrecked is that damn sign outside and I took care of that before we left."

Dia Kurosawa stepped over a pile of broken Skibidi Toilet parts with a sigh, wiping her weapon clean. "We won, but I feel like the universe just had to send us some extra shit just to keep the 'winning' feeling at bay. This place is a goddamn abomination... fuck this place, fuck it to hell, fuck it to oblivion, fuck it to damnation of mankind!"

ReimuHakurei rubbed the back of her neck with a sigh, glanced over the destruction, her expression unreadable but satisfied. "Well, I think the point's made. We're not getting through here without some kind of battle... but hey, at least we didn't have to wait for food... also quit quoting the FUCKING Angry Video Game Nerd."

Ruby Kurosawa was still shaking from the overwhelming violence, she hugged herself tightly, the scene almost too much to process for her retarded little mind. "I-I guess... I guess we won... but it's just... so much..." Her voice trailed off, overwhelmed by the sight and the sheer intensity of the violence they'd unleashed. She was still processing it all... fighting against creatures that shouldn't even exist, and coming out on top.

"Eh, don't worry about it, Ruby... shit like this always happens, you get used to it kiddo" Mokou said with a half-grin, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You'll get used to it eventually. Just remember, it's all part of the fuckrage... its like how you get accustomed to robberies at the ghetto."

"Alright, enough of the post-battle speeches. Let's strawberry & Jam out of here and make sure we don't get caught up in any more asanine bullshit."

They moved towards the exit, their victory complete in all of its splendous glory but the weight of what they'd done still clinging to their senses like fleas to a lazy dog. With the fuckrage still simmering beneath their skin, they would continue on their way. There were bigger battles ahead, and they wouldn't back down from any of them... up next was Charlotte, ruled by none other than that fucker Manfred.

Reimu Hakurei stepped out of the wrecked building of Butt:Fuckers with elfin fuckrage and glorious glory, her face locked in a serious expression that could almost be described as a battle-ready grin, except it was backed by a heavy dose of fuckrage and pure malice. She cleared her throat dramatically, her voice cutting through the tension in the air.

"Alright, listen up, you sons of bitches!" Reimu Hakurei bellowed, her hands clasped at her sides, ready to take command. "I know what I said earlier was a little... off," she paused, winking at the group with a mischievous smirk, "it should've been 'daughters of hoes,' but that's besides the point. I'm here to tell you something more important... you fucking hoes and skanks!"

She pointed a finger to the horizon, where the oppressive and tyrannical city of Charlotte, North Carolina loomed like a fortress of fuckery, waiting to be liberated. The group followed her gaze as she continued with a voice full of relentless resolve. "Mr. Robert Manfred," she spat the name with disdain, "is a fucking bastard, and it's high time we tear his shit apart, we're going to liberate the fuck out of Charlotte just like we did with Flo Rida, Charleston, and Atlanta! LET FREEDOM RING MOTHERFUCKERS!"

Ruby Kurosawa was still shaken but starting to regain her focus, she blinked and gave a hesitant thumbs up. "Um… so we're doing this, then?"

"Damn right, champ... " Mokou chimed in, cracking her knuckles epically to the sounds of death rap. "Robert Manfred thinks he can get away with that 'baseball dictatorship' bullshit? We're here to slap the bitch-asshole-cunt out of his ass and show him what real power looks like!"

Kaguya Houraisan snorted and folded her arms, looking at the horizon with a bored, yet calculating expression. "Liberation, huh? Well, as long as it doesn't interfere with my perfectly manicured nails, I'm in."

Sanae Kochiya grinned epically, "I don't care what the fuck we do. As long as we get to blow some shit up and spread American patriotism across the world... count me the fuck in!."

Dia Kurosawa whom was clearly unfazed by the intensity of the conversation and more interested in the sheer absurdity of it all, nodded her head. "Yeah, sure. But can we make sure there's something edible at the end of this? I'm starting to think we deserve a fucking reward after all this mess... like fuck hell, I'm hungry as a bitch... I could eat my fucking shorts."

Reimu gave them all a hard stare of testicular fuckrage despite having no actual testicles, her gaze was deadly serious. "Listen, we're not here for rewards. We're here to make sure Manfred knows that no one communist maggot is safe, not from us. We take this city, we take his whole damn reign. The only reward we'll get is knowing we tore down the corrupt bullshit that's been festering in Charlotte. You with me? PATRIOTS?!"

The group collectively nodded in enthusiastic patriotic glory.

"Alright then," Reimu said, a smirk tugging at her lips as she turned to lead them toward the next stage of their mission. "Let's go fucking burn this place down and build back up, bring America back from the dead!"

And with that, the New England Patriots, armed to the teeth with fuckrage, adrenaline, and the unyielding determination to wreck everything in their path charged toward Charlotte. Manfred's reign was about to meet its end, and nothing would stop them. Not even the walls of a city itself.

Sanae Kochiya rolled her eyes, not even flinching at Reimu's dramatic display of bloodlust and eagerness for fuckslaying. "Yo, Reimu chill the fuck out. We're not even close to Charlotte yet the city's still like an hour away" spoke Sanae Kochiya to kill the fucking joy out of Reimu's amusement.

Reimu's smirk only widened as she placed her hands on her hips, unfazed by Sanae's reality check. "Shut up nerd" she drawled, her voice dripping with playful mischief. "I know, but you see... I just really enjoy slaying Skibidi Toilets and communists a bit too much~ there's nothing that gets my arousal going like slaying those pieces of fuck" She leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with sadistic excitement that borders on arousal.

Sanae Kochiya shot her a look, clearly unimpressed. "Yeah yeah I get it. But maybe tone it down a little? I can feel your fuckrage from here and I haven't even finished my coffee."

Kaguya Houraisen overheared the exchange, she smirked and raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed. "Honestly, I think it's cute that Reimu thinks she's the only one who enjoys carnage... don't act like you weren't creaming yourself when fighting those Marxosaurus, Sanae" Kaguya shrugged, unbothered by the banter.

Fujiwara No Mokou was already feeling the itch for more destruction, she cracked her neck violently and stepped forward. "Ah hell. I don't care if it's an hour or two or not i'm ready for whatever comes out. Besides, a little extra time means more places to destroy before we get there... keeps the blood pumping, my body is ready."

Ruby Kurosawa hugged herself nervously at the prospect of even more fighting... "U-um, are we really going to... kill even more Skibidi Toilets and communists? I-I mean, I don't mind helping, but all this... violence... it's so overwhelming..."

Reimu shot her a quick look over her shoulder, her tone softening for a moment. "Don't worry, Ruby-chan we'll make sure it's fun violence. Violence is just a side effect of doing the right thing, after all."

Sanae Kochiya groaned in the background, muttering to Reimu "No matter how many times we say it's for the cause, we still end up looking like we're trying to top every slaughter scene in history."

The group fell into a comfortable banter, the tension of the fight ebbing away after it had taken place... replaced by a strange camaraderie and mutual understanding. They weren't just a group of survivors but rather they were a force of testicular fuck-death and they were heading toward their next target, Charlotte, North Carolina.

Suddenly Mokou spoke up in her usual bravado bullshit which was directed towards Ruby Kurosawa, Ruby flinched at Mokou's blunt, ghetto-ass words as her hands gripped the hem of her fucking skirt like a nervous schoolgirl in a shitty as fuck anime "B-But, Mokou-chan… it's so scary… I-I mean, all the blood, the explosions, the Danganronpa-esque executions, the cock sucking Skibidi Toile—"

Mokou scoffed in raw testicular fuckrage, leaning back against the Jeep with her arms crossed like a bad fucking bitch, looking like the toughest bastard this side of the Skibidi-Pocalypse in all of its raw testicular fuckery. "Quit bein' a fuckin' pussy Ruby Kurosawa Ding-A-Ling-Ling. You're tough as nails, kiddo! Ain't no room for weaklings in this bad bitch brigade." Her tone was gruff but carried a weird kind of backhanded encouragement which came from her loins which were buttered and laced with fuckrage, the kind only someone from the mean streets of whatever whack-ass motherfucking place that Mokou came from.

Dia Kurosawa was still hugging Ruby Kurosawa, she shot Mokou a glare sharper than a knife from the edge of hell. "WHAT THE FUCK MOKOU?! Ruby is doing her best and unlike you, not everyone finds killing communists and talking toilets fun! That is degeneracy of the highest motherfucking order BUU-BUU DESU WA motherfucker!"

Mokou raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed by the tumultuous words of Dia Kurosawa and her sisterly fuckrage. "Oh, boo-hoo, Dia-chan, should I shed a tear? Maybe play a fuckin' violin? Biotch?!" She mimed playing a tiny-ass violin between her fingers before waving her hand dismissively as fuck. "Listen, all I'm sayin' is, we all gotta toughen up and grow some fuggin' balls and if Ruby ain't gonna cooperate, she's gonna fucking die!. If Ruby wants to survive this clusterfuck of a world she's gotta learn how to kill some pieces of fucking communist Skibidi Toilet shit and MOVE the fuck on."

Ruby sniffled but looked up at Mokou with wide, uncertain eyes. "Y-You really think I can be t-tough like you…? But I don't have any balls..."

Mokou clicked her tongue and ruffled Ruby's hair in the roughest and most violent display of tumultuous fuckraged affection possible without actually causing head trauma and making Ruby Kurosawa even more retarded than she already was. "Damn right, kiddo. Now quit cryin' and get ready cuz Charlotte ain't gonna fuckin' liberate itself, also I didn't mean REAL balls, like fictional balls... testicular fortitude if you fuckin' will."

Ruby Kurosawa was still nervous as all hell yet nodded at the words of Fujiwara No Mokou. Dia Kurosawa sighed, rubbing her temples and Reimu, watching from the side, grinned smugly as smug would allow. "Damn, Mokou. You really are the worst motivational speaker of all time... what the Skibidi Gyatt."

Fujiwara No Mokou shrugged smugly at the words of Reimu "The Fucking Hakurei Shrine Maiden" Hakurei "Yeah? Well, I'm still better than half those self-help dumbasses, cause at least my shit actually works... I went to the school of hard knocks and studied at Ball So Hard University."

Reimu Hakurei snorted at this bodacious claim, shaking her head with smuggery "Ball So Hard University? Bitch, that sounds like some shit you made up while high off gasoline fumes."

Fujiwara No Mokou smirked, arms crossed like the fucking bitch that she mother fucking was god-dammit. "Damn right I made it up bitch! But guess what? Still more legit than whatever bootleg yee-yee ass diploma Manfred's got hanging in his corporate building at Charlotte like the little wanker he is."

Sanae Kochiya whistled low, loading another magazine into her gun as she leaned against the bloodstained Jeep that they were fated to ride upon. "Damn, Mokou. You out here spittin' facts like a gawd-damn bootleg TED Talk."

Mokou nodded with self-satisfaction radiating from her like the flames of a burning Wendy's during a riot. "I ain't just spittin' facts, I'm spittin' life lessons straight from the unforgiving streets of ghetto-ass Washington Heights to the war-torn plains of Post-Skibidi-Pocalypse America..."

Ruby Kurosawa still nervously clutched Dia's sleeve, she blinked in confusion. "B-Ball So Hard University? What… what kind of school is that?" She got hurt in confusion.

Mokou grinned like the most disrespectful petulant fuck-bitch alive. "The kind where tuition is paid in blood, sweat, cum, idiocy and bad decisions and the only diploma you get is the ability to walk away from an explosion without lookin' back like a fucking boss."

Reimu Hakurei clicked her tongue, giving Mokou an unimpressed side-eye at her response. "That's a lot of words for 'I got my ass kicked a lot and now I'm a bitter little bitch."

Mokou cackled epically, "damn right and I wouldn't trade it for a damn thing." She slammed a fresh clip into her gun with cosmic power coming out of her buttered loins, looking out toward the road ahead. "Now, enough of this bull-shit, y'all ready to take Charlotte back from Manfred's crusty stankin' ass?"

The group exchanged glances before Reimu Hakurei stepped forward as the leadur of the group, cracking her knuckles with aura. "Hell yeah. Let's show that corporate toilet-sexual pigfucker what happens when you mess with the New England Patriots."

Chapter Text

Chapter 32: Brigading Charlotte

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MIGHT CAUSE READERS TO SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST UNDER THE RIGHT CIRCUMSTANCES, READ WITH CAUTION AND WHATEVER YOU DO... DON'T EAT ANY ORANGES WHILE READING THIS STORY!

Reimu Hakurei, Sanae Kochiya, Fujiwara No Mokou, Kaguya Houraisan, Dia Kurosawa and Ruby Kurosawa had found food.

The sun hung low in the sky of the Carolinas in all of its blazing glory, casting an infernal cast of jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt and the overgrown fields that stretched out on either side of the highway like a flat world from Minecraft. The Jeep's tires crunched over loose gravel and splintered bones as Reimu slowed their approach, her sharp eyes locking onto movement in the distance... Deer.

At first glance, the creatures looked like any other deer with their tall and graceful forms eerily still in the dying light of the Carolinas and something was definitely sus about them. The way they stood was far too rigid and calculating for any normal-ass deer... like they knew they were being watched. Their eyes gleamed a sickly crimson of evil hyperdeath and reflecting the last rays of the sun like pools of molten blood and heavy death metal.

"Yeah, uh those ain't regular-ass deer, guys... I dunno about y'all but those motherfuckers look cray-cray as shit, like a bunch of necronomical crack-headed fucktards" Sanae muttered, gripping her gun instinctively with trepidation at the sight of these crack-head deer.

Kaguya snobbishly sniffed disdainfully at the sight before her, like a goddess looking down upon a worm "Obviously, look at their eyes and their movements… definitely on crack this is the kind of unnatural bullshit I'd expect from the Carolinas... don't do drugs kids."

Ruby Kurosawa clutched onto Dia Kurosawa's arm and whimpered, "Th-those things look like they want to eat us… like eat our heads off n' shit... they will eat our assholes and down it with blood and Jägermeister."

Fujiwara No Mokou grinned in all of touhou lunatic fuckery. "Good, that means we don't have to feel bad about turning them into fucking dinner... makes kill them a whole lot easier now."

One of the vampiric death deer suddenly jerked its head toward them with an unsettling snap, its jaw unhinging far wider than any normal animal's should... it wasn't just a deer, it was a bitch. The sound of cracking bone echoed through the field as its long, jagged, crooked, bloody and otherworldly fuckwraithed fangs appeared as the deer snarled at the New England Patriots in all of their vampiric glory, it was amazing.

"Yeah nah, fuck that shit... fuck that fucking shit..." Reimu Hakurei deadpanned, already reaching for her weapon known in circles as T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ or in the common tongue, a fucking candlestick.

The rest of the demonic deer herd followed suit from their presumptive leader, their mouths splitting and twitching open in grotesque, gaping maws of lamprey mouths and bloodied rotting flesh, their skin writhing unnaturally as if some unspeakable horrors was lurking just beneath the surface of their bodies with testicular fuckrage. Their once delicate and graceful legs twitched violently before launching them forward at an unnatural fuckraged speed, their sharpened hooves digging into the dirt like the cleats of some pissed off athlete, perhaps Senator Armstrong back in his Texas Longhorn days.

"OH HELL NO!" Sanae Kochiya shouted, immediately unloading her clip into the nearest deer like a trigger happy American. The bullets ripped through its body and laying siege upon its meaty flesh, but instead of collapsing like a normal fucking corpse, the godless satanic abomination simply kept coming at them like the T-1000 from Terminator 2 Judgement Day, its wounds sealing shut almost instantly like a fucking bastard and a half.

"Mother fucking fuck! they got regen too?!" Mokou snarled with apoplectic fuckrage, pulling out her flamethrower with divine retributional fuckrage. "Aight, we're cookin' this shit extra mother-fucking crispy, DIE MOTHER-FUCKER DIE!"

Fujiwara No Mokou pulled the trigger and a torrential fuck-barrage of fire erupted out of it, washing over the creatures in a wave of searing deathly fuckdeath. The flames licked at their flesh, their bodies contorting as they screeched against the bowels of death, an unholy symphony of pain that made the air vibrate with purple waves erotic hypnotism.

Some dropped dead into writhing and shrieking lumps of unspeakable flesh, their charred bodies twitching violently on the ground. Others, however didn't give a fuck at all and continued walking... fuck physics they claimed, fuck science too as well.

Dia Kurosawa quickly assessed the situation with elfin fervor. "Ruby, stay behind me cuz these fucking things clearly aren't going down easily! Aim for the head, everyone or they won't fucking die, they're like zombies!"

Reimu Hakurei smirked, raising T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ in triumphant fuckrage. "What do you think I've been doing, dumbass?"

With coordinated precision, they fired round after round of fuckrage charged lead, Sanae and Reimu covering the others as Mokou continued bathing the battlefield in fire and bloody death. Kaguya preferred a more refined approach and sliced through the air with a wickedly sharp katana which she had suddenly obtained, she had stolen it from some poor bastard back in Charleston off screen, going all thug life in the process, she decapitated one of the beasts mid-lunge with an infernal swing. Its head rolled across the ground epically, its mouth still opening and closing in grotesque spasms before finally falling still... blood spilling out of its neck like a mortal kombat scene.

Ruby Kurosawa was still trembling, she took a deep breath and screamed bloody murder as she pulled the trigger with fear, her shots finding purchase in the glowing red eyes of another deer and splattering them across the ground with violent fuckrage. It let out a guttural screech before collapsing into a twitching heap of death and hyperdeath.

After a brutal five minutes of gunfire, flames, and raw fuckery, the last of the creatures fell with explosive fuckrage as Reimu had split open its neck and stuffed a grenade inside... causing the piece of shit to explode in a mass of bones and blood altogether in a single blow. The once-peaceful clearing was now a charred, blood-soaked wasteland, the stench of burnt flesh and supernatural rot hanging thick in the air with cataclysmic fuckrage.

Panting heavily after the brutish deathfight, Sanae Kochiya wiped sweat from her brow with a labored movement of extreme epic fuckrage "Jeez Fuck, what the fuck was that?"

Fujiwara No Mokou smirked, nudging one of the corpses with her boot. "Dinner... fuck yeah, Venison."

Reimu Hakurei rolled her eyes, but her stomach growled in agreement and her spastic colon growled in hunger "Fine, but if this shit turns me into a vampire, I'm haunting your dumb ass, Mokou bitch-ass."

Reimu Hakurei pulled out T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ and sliced the wicked candlestick through the neck of the vampiric death deer with a sickening slice of elfin fervor, she then gripped its hide and tore open its stomach... causing the guts and innards to spill onto the floor with a sickening squish.

Sanae Kochiya wrinkled her nose as the putrid stench of supernatural organs and half-digested horrors spilled onto the ground like a freshly cracked piñata of death and flesh, blood pooled on the ground and innards coiled out like a sprawled out hose.

"Goddamn Reimu! You could've fucking warned us before playing Fruit Ninja with Satan's livestock" Sanae Kochiya gagged in epic disgust, waving a hand in front of her face and turning away from the gruesome pile of guts which spilt across the floor with elfin fervor.

Reimu Hakurei was unfazed my this bloodied sight of raw guts and gore, she wiped the glistening ichor off T̷̷H̷̷E̷ ̷S̷̷K̷̷U̷̷L̷̷L̷̷F̷̷U̷̷C̷̷K̷̷E̷̷R̷ with all the nonchalance of someone used to gutting creatures that defied both god and nature... Reimu was hardcore and used to blood and heavy metal "You act like we weren't about to do this anyway... after all, whats the difference between gutting an animal and a communist? One makes your nipples hard and the other makes you gag."

Fujiwara No Mokou decidedly crouched down and inspected the carcass with a look of curiosity. "Looks edible enough," she muttered, dipping a finger into the mess of viscera and rubbing it between her fingers like she was some kind of gore loving bitch.

Kaguya looked at the bloody corpse with disgust, her royal colon churned in disgust at this bloodified sight "That is I am not eating that rubbish!"

"Yeah? Well you're a little bitch and a pussy" Mokou shot back with an overweening tone, wiping her hand on Kaguya's sleeve before she could react or move out of the way.

Kaguya let out a scandalized screech of revulsion and horror and immediately went to murder Fujiwara No Mokou with the fury of a thousand fuck-tastic blood moons, but before she could strangle the ghetto-ass bitch, Dia Kurosawa intervened with a very pissed off expression on her face.

"Can we kindly shut the fuck up and get this bullshit over with? The sooner we cook this bloody piece of fuck, the sooner we can get moving and not risk getting mauled by whatever other fuckery this state has waiting for us... the Skibidi Toilets can probably smell the blood."

Reimu Hakurei was still holding the deer's torn-open carcass with bloody fervor, she let out a huff and dropped the mess onto the ground with a wet slap of death. "Fine. Mokou, you're on fire duty... burn it!"

The flamethrower roared to life in Fujiwara No Mokou's epic grasp, belching forth a column of scorching, all-consuming fuckfire that bathed the gutted vampiric death deer in an infernal glow of deathly fuckrage. The raw, wet flesh hissed and popped as the flames licked at it like a roasted chicken, a grotesque symphony of crackling sinew and vaporized blood filling the air with the acrid stench of seared corruption and the sounds of poisoned flesh being burnt clean of its impurities roared through the air. Mokou's grin stretched wide as fuck, her eyes glinting with the kind of sick pleasure only found in arsonists, war criminals and unhinged pyromaniacs.

The blaze spread across the carcass with unholy efficiency, burning away whatever lingering curses or eldritch contaminants still festered in its meat. Dark, tar-like blood oozed out of the charring muscles, sizzling against the ground as the intense heat purified the deer's wicked essence. Bones blackened and cracked under the relentless heat, their marrow bubbling like a witch's brew. The head, still half-intact, twitched pathetically as the residual postmortem spasms of its cursed biology fought against the inevitable.

Mokou, reveling in the hellish display, adjusted her grip on the flamethrower, ensuring that not a single patch of unholy venison was left untouched by the wrath of the fire gods. The flames danced in her crimson eyes, illuminating her face in a twisted display of satisfaction. She wasn't just cooking—she was exorcising the absolute fuck out of this piece of supernatural bullshit, and she was doing it with the kind of reckless enthusiasm that would make even the most deranged pyromaniacs blush acrid fuckrage and blood.

Behind this brutish display of culinary fuckery caused by Fujiwara No Mokou, the others watched with varying degrees of horror, disgust and begrudging respect born out of testicular fuckrage and titillating fuck-fury.

Sanae KOchiya pinched her nose in an act that defined the rest of her life, fighting back the urge to gag. "Holy fucking shit Mokou, you could've just roasted it like a normal person... it's glad knowing you're the same whack-ass motherfucker as ever, Mokou."

"Normal?" Mokou scoffed at the words of Sanae Kochiya, shooting her a sideways glance as the flamethrower continued its cleansing purge. "Bitch, do I look normal?! I'm Special cuz I'm just special!"

Reimu smirked and crossed her arms sordidly and her posture relaxed as she took in the carnage like it was a casual communist-slaying Taco Tuesday. "Gotta say... it's effective as shit though. No way in hell that thing's coming back to life now... time to smoke that deer pack."

Kaguya Houraisan standed far back with a disgusted scowl of raw disgust of epicality, she covered her mouth with her sleeve and sniffed haughtily like a king scoffing upon a dying leper. "This is the single most barbaric display of culinary malpractice I have ever witnessed... where is Thomas Fucking Keller when you need him?"

Fujiwara No Mokou took delight in being a contrarian little bitch to Kaguya's snobbish games, she grinned and turned the flamethrower in Kaguya's direction like a bitch, sending a quick whoosh of fire just close enough to make her yelp and jump back. "And yet you're still gonna eat it because Thomas Keller, he's fucking dead... almost everyone is bitch."

Dia Kurosawa sighed and rubbed her temple as Ruby clung to her, looking like she was trying very hard not to pass out from the raw fuckscene "Lets finish this thing and make the fuck out, and I mean like run away... not that other shit you fucking weirdos."

The powerful words of Dia Kurosawa must've been too much for the flamethrower to handle as the Mokou pulled back with a powerful movement, letting the flamethrower's infernal belch die down in a limp-dick manner. The deer was now a charred blackened husk of ash and blood, radiating intense heat and dripping with molten patriotic fat. It looked less like a meal and more like something that had come from the unspeakable bowels of hell itself which had come to horrify the world in all of its unholy obscene glory.

She kicked the charred remains with her bloody black boot, testing its newfound edibility in such a bizarre manner that it had to have been the actions of a brain damaged foolish fool. "Alright, deer's done... who wants the first bite, bastards?" Mokou grinned epically as she looked at her handiwork which looked like an abomination from hell itself.

The roasted carcass of the vampiric death deer lay before them with elfin fervor, the smoldering god-damn piece of fucking shit was a pile of scorched flesh and eldritch damnation which came from the bowels of hells ruptered sphincter, exorcised by the unrelenting fury of Mokou's flame-spewing wrath. The ground around it was stained black with the oily residue of supernatural blood, and the stench of incinerated sinew thickened the air, wrapping the group in a choking, oppressive miasma that reeked of burnt hair, demonic tar, and a lifetime of regret. The flames had done their work well enough to murder the fuck outta the deer, perhaps too well. What had once been a creature of darkness and bloodthirsty malice was now a grotesque, blackened husk, a monument to overcooked fuckery worthy of the culinary fuckrage of McDonalds.

Sanae gagged with the wrath of a thousand suns, stepping back with her hands on her knees as her spastic colon lurched into full revolt upon hells gate. "Bitch, I ain't eating that shit." Her voice was filled with necronomical disgust, her expression twisted into a mask of disgust so pure it could melt steel beams. She turned away, her body writhing with visible revulsion and fuckrage. "That's the nastiest goddamn thing I've ever seen and I saw a crackhead-ass dude eat his own foot in Atlanta."

Mokou snorted, arms crossed, clearly unbothered by the words of Sanae Kochiya "Bitch please, I've seen crackheads chop off their penis before and sell it to the black market for some drugs in the ghettos, Ain't nobody care about no foot eating cunthead" She gave the charred corpse a rough kick with the toe of her boot, sending a puff of ash into the air. "This is some five-star gourmet shit. Michelin Star. Hell's Kitchen level. Gordon Ramsay himself would cry if he saw this... and I mean cry tears of joys" She turned to the group, flashing a crooked grin. "Or he'd call me a donkey, a fuckhead, a crackhead, a cunt, a wanker, a bellend and throw hands, but either way, somebody is eating this shit"

"Nope... The fuck we aren't," Kaguya retorted, still holding her sleeve over her nose as if it could shield her from the pure, unfiltered demonic attrocity Mokou had unleashed upon the mortal realm of existence below whatever unspeakable bullshit lies beyond us "This isn't food. This is a fucking war crime... man's inhumanity against man."

Reimu, leaning lazily against the Jeep, tilted her head as she regarded the incinerated corpse with mild amusement which caused her to chucklefuck. "I dunno. I mean, at least it's cooked all the way through. Unlike the time I tried to eat the corpse of a dead Fairy back in Gensokyo."

Dia sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with the utmost disgust which caused her spastic colon to contract epically in the sheer power of disgust which overcame her elfin soul "I can't believe I'm saying this, but even with our options being as limited as they are, this might actually be the worst possible choice for food. This deer has been desecrated harder than the Chiefs offense back in Superbowl 59.

Ruby clung to Ruby Kurosawa like a traumatized little brat, looking up at her older sister Ruby with fear and fuckrage "I-I think it looked better before we killed the fuck out of it…"

Mokou let out an exaggerated groan and threw up her hands in annoyance and mammaristic fuckrage. "Y'all are a bunch of ungrateful little shits. I swear, you could be starving to death, I could put a whole-ass meal in front of you and you'd still turn up your noses like a bunch of hoity-toity aristocrats and scoff like a bunch of fucking babies, eat your fucking food or I'll eat my fucking shorts."

Kaguya Houraisan scowled epically. "That's rich coming from you fuckface, considering you just fucking nuked the damn thing instead of cooking it like a normal, mentally stable person unlike whatever unhinged shit you pulled off on this fucking thing."

Mokou shot her a look. "You're really out here thinking I give a single shit about 'normal'? Bitch, I am a 1,300-year-old immortal who has spent centuries getting into death matches and living exclusively on spite and gasoline fumes until I was reborn in the fucking ghettos unlike your privileged, basement-dwelling ass. I don't 'do' normal." She gestured at the smoldering carcass like a gameshow host presenting a grand prize. "This is peak survival cuisine. If you don't like it, starve and go to hell... oh and make sure not to get raped by Shinki down there.

Sanae Kochiya who was still dry-heaving like a college freshman after losing a battle with raw alcohol itself wiped her mouth and glared. "Mokou, I would literally rather eat the dirt off my shoes than put that thing anywhere near my mouth... I'd rather play with cum coming out of a buffalo's dick, I would rather eat raw eggs!"

Reimu Hakurei smirked, crossing her arms in an all powerful sense of epicality "I dunno, Sanae. You were looking pretty enthusiastic back in Charleston when you had to smoke that weed you found stuck in bug's bunny's fucking asshole!"

"That was bitch!" Sanae shot back, her voice cracking like a five year old on Fortnite, she began bleating annoyingly "That was desperation! That was a life-or-death situation! This? This is self-inflicted fuckery! You chose to do this! We had options! Not this burnt bullshit."

Mokou rolled her eyes so hard it looked like she was about to ascend into another plane of existence from sheer fuckrage which boiled in her infernal heart cast in fuckrage and flamestone. "Bitch, the only option here is survival and if you think you can afford to be picky in a post-apocalyptic Skibidi-raptor-communist-infested hellscape, then you're about one brain cell away from shoving your own head up a zombie's ass and calling it a strategy in military skills like a fucking idiot" She jabbed a finger at the smoldering corpse. "This is protein. This is sustenance. This is gourmet as fuck compared to whatever eldritch sludge is lurking in the next abandoned gas station... like some fuckhead peddling off-brand edibles laced with arsenic.

Kaguya sneered with aristocratic disdain upon the poverty born bitch Mokou, crossing her arms like she was about to deliver a TED Talk on why Mokou was a dumbass of the highest fucking order. "You talk a big game for someone who just turned a perfectly edible deer into a goddamn against the human race! The only way this thing gets past human consumption laws is if there's no humans left alive to enforce them which, I suppose, is technically the case because they all fucking died at the hands of the Skibidi Toilets, but that doesn't mean I'm about to shovel carbonized demon deer ass into my mouth like some feral animal... hmph."

Reimu Hakure whom was thoroughly entertained by the continued beef between these two ex-mortals who have since continued their beef now as human fucklings, let out a lazy chuckle. "So what you're saying is… you'd rather DIE than eat Mokou's cooking?"

"Yes, exactly... fuck Mokou's cooking" Kaguya said flatly.

"Bitch, what?!" Mokou looked so personally offended that it was like Kaguya had just pissed on the American flag and spat in the face of her father's fucking ghost. "I know your privileged moon-born ass ain't out here acting like you wouldn't start licking the fucking sidewalk if you went a full day without food you little shit. Miss 'I Only Eat Exquisite Lunar Cuisine Hand-Fed to Me by Servants Who Speak in Shakespearean Sonnet' headass fuckbitch whorebringer of doom slut fuckhead crackhead ass! Shut the fuck up before I make you eat this shit out of spite cuz I hate your ass more than I hate life itself."

Sanae KOchiya, who was still trying not to dry heave, wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve in an epic movement of fuckrage. "Bro, I don't care what century you were born in, what you just did back there was culinary terrorism upon culinary terrorism. That thing's not just burnt, it's been fucking exorcised harder than any fucking thing I can think of right now. It's been sent to the shadow realm and dragged back. That deer is so dead, I think it just got drafted into the second World War once again and died five trillion times before being sent back here to die one final time."

RubyKurosawa, who had been silently traumatized this entire time decided to whimper, "I don't wanna eat it..."

Dia Kurosawa sighed so hard it could have blown apart the fucking universe had she not have managed to control herself. "Alright, enough. We're wasting time arguing about this. We have bigger things to worry about than Mokou's… questionable cooking techniques."

Mokou scoffed, "Fine. Fuck y'all. Starve, see if I care. When you're out here gnawing on tree bark and crying for your mommy, I won't be sharing my apocalypse gourmet with you ungrateful bastards because Reimu, you're a bitch, Sanae, you're a hoe, Kaguya you're a rich skank, Dia, you're a bitch who does nothing but nag and Ruby, you're retarded."

Mokou went up to the burnt ass deer and took a big bite, Mokou chewed for exactly three seconds before her entire body violently rejected the ungodly abomination she had just put in her mouth with piss and vinegar. She froze, pupils dilating like she had just unlocked some kind of forbidden knowledge of ancient fuckwraiths, the kind that turns men into gibbering lunatics and makes gods weep tears of blood, sweat and motor oil. Then, with the force of a thousand Aww hell naws, she spat an entire eyeball out of her mouth, the cursed orb landing in the dirt with a wet, squelchy plop which probably could've killed a lesser man.

Kaguya Houraisan, holding the cracked skull of the fallen Skibidi Toilet like some deranged Shakespearean actor, smirked with the haughty aristocratic malice of a woman who had been waiting literal centuries for this moment. "How does Dobbie Don taste, bitch?"

Mokou wiped her mouth aggressively, looking personally betrayed by both existence and her own choices. "I ain't gonna lie," she admitted through clenched teeth, face contorting into an expression of pure fuck-nope. "It tastes like fucking shit... whoops!"

Reimu burst out laughing epically, doubling over like she had just witnessed the single funniest thing in human history. "AHAHAHA! Oh my god, Mokou, you absolute fucking dumbass! You really thought you could just freestyle cook a demon-deer-skeletal-homosexual vampire hybrid with a fucking flamethrower and get away with it?! You Fucking IDIOT!"

Sanae Kochiya whom still struggled with the lingering trauma of even being near the abomination, nearly vomited all across the floor "Jeebus fuck, Mokou, did you even look at what you were cooking before you set it on fire?! That thing had sentience! That thing had regrets! You just ate something that probably still remembers its past life!"

Ruby Kurosawa, already on the verge of tears from the entire situation, whimpered once again "Mokou, are you gonna be okay?"

"Oh yeah..." Mokou responded bluntly, spitting violently into the dirt and glaring at the corpse of her failed meal like it had personally wronged her. "I'm just gonna die in about fifteen minutes, but other than that? I'm great... no fuss."

Dia Kurosawa once again sighed so hard she practically deflated, rubbed her temples. "I swear to god, it's like traveling with a pack of rabid animals. I knew this was going to be a disaster the second I saw Mokou pull out a flamethrower instead of a knife. Just once, can we please have a meal that doesn't involve war crimes and culinary blasphemy?"

Kaguya Houraisan, who was still grinning like the smugest motherfucker alive leaned in and patted Mokou mockingly on the back. "Face it dumbass, you lost. You just got bodied by a deer and a stuck-up lunar princess once again... same as usual sonny boy."

Mokou groaned and dramatically fell onto her back with a movement that could've broken entire nations apart, her arms spread wide as she accepted her fate. "Fuck this, fuck y'all, and fuck that deer. I'm going to go lie in a ditch... I wanna die so I'm going home."

Across the evil sunset horizon of epicality lies the city of Charlotte in all of its evil baseball-filled glory, the land ruled by none other than the utter bastard of tyranny Robert Manfred himself. The city of Charlotte loomed on the horizon like a festering bloodified wound upon the hellish landscape, its skyline pierced by the towering specters of all that was unholy in life, all monuments of the callous assholery of Robert Manfred and his tyrannical grip on the city of Charlotte which made even the strongest of men weep. The setting sun bathed the skyline in a sinister crimson glow of hellish fuckfire, as if the universe itself bled in protest at the sheer fuckery housed within those godforsaken walls. The air carried a malicious death-inducing hum of solaric fuckery, the distant echoes of umpire whistles and the hollow thwack of bats meeting the balls of all who opposed Robert Manfred could be heard from a mile away, such was the fatalistic fuckery that had descended upon this mother fucking city with elfin fervorous fuckrage.

"Look at that evil piece of shit, I'm gonna cut his fucking balls off" Reimu growled, gripping the wheel of their jank-ass ride with the white-knuckled fury of a woman ready to commit the ultimate act of defiance and justice, the annihilation of Robert fucking Manfred.

Sanae Kochiya was perched in the passenger seat, she let out a disgusted snort of fuckrage. "Fucking cock-sucker Robert Manfred, stupid piece of fucking shit I'll squash him with my own hands! What kind of 1984 Orwellian piece of shit is this?!"

Fujiwara no Mokou leaned forward from the back seat, peering out the grimy windshield with the hardened glare of a woman who had seen hell itself which she had many times before and thought Robert Manfred was worse because he is bastard. "That ain't just any Orwellian piece of shit, Sanae. That's Robert Manfred's Orwellian piece of shit. A whole city held hostage by baseball and black magic fuckery! The worst kind of fuckery." She spat out the window, the gob of spit sizzling as it touched the corrupted Charlotte asphalt in the distance with a movement that could break the spirit of the reader themselves.

Kaguya Houraisan of the moon-borne aristocratic fuckfaces of fuckery, scoffed from her seat like the fucking bastard that she was. "Of course it's baseball. The sport of overpaid fat-fucks who run around in circles like a bunch of steroid-induced cokeheads who just learned how to hold a fucking wooden stick. A game turned into a weapon by this absolute buffoonic fuckhead of a dictator." Her voice dripped with sheer haughty fuckrage which boiled in her tits like the magma of hell itself, the kind that only centuries of vendettas and deeply rooted hatred could cultivate yet had happened all so quickly for no reason at all.

Dia Kurosawa took a slow, deep breath which wouldn't kill trillions of fucklings in an alternative universe "Robert Manfred. That name makes me sick. It makes me wanna throw up whatever unspeakable matter i've already consumed. It makes me wanna throw hands at my tits! It makes me wanna throw a motherfucking nuke straight into the center of his stupid baseball fortress and salt the earth with acid so that no game can ever be played there again... fucking maggotistic maggoty maggot."

Ruby Kurosawa meanwhile was curled up in her seat with an ever timorous appearance, clutching a baseball bat of her own with shaking hands. "I-I don't even like baseball, b-but if I have to break some skulls with this, I will..." She gulped, staring wide-eyed at the looming, bloodied skyline which weeped brutishly.

Sanae Kochi-chi-chi-ya slammed her fist on the dashboard of the car with fuck-rage, not fuckrage, shaking their janky-ass vehicle with raw brutish testicular strength. "This ends tonight. We'll storm that fucking city, we'll break his power-obsessed skull and we will free Charlotte from his tyrannical ass. I swear it in the name of fuckrage itself and that is a written fact."

Reimu HAHAHAkurei nodded, her grip on the wheel tightening with biblical fuckrage as the vehicle sped forward, the city drawing closer. "No more baseball tyranny. No more Robert Manfred. We end this. We end him and close out the fucking inning like a champ."

And after those forsaken words of Reimu Hakurei which were souted out with elfin fervor and a fuckrage unseen since the dawn of time, the New England Patriots barreled toward the heart of Charlotte, their destiny intertwined with the fall of one man and his godforsaken baseball empire.

Reimu Hakurei rememebered the words of LA Knight upon the PARA-RAID device and filled her with a sense of fuckrage that was impossible to comprehend...

The PARA-RAID device crackled to life with the voice of LA Knight and his iconic drunken slur, it was clear and commanding despite the static and drunken slur. "Reimu-chan, we've got intel on the next target and oh baby does it suck monkey butts. Your next destination is Charlotte, North Carolina. It's been under the iron fist of Rob Manfred and he's a real piece of work. Manfred's set up a dystopian surveillance state over there at Charlotte, North Carolina. he got cameras on every corner, drones patrolling the skies and Skibidi Toilets acting as enforcers so he can assassinate whoever dares to oppose his oppressive rule and his fucked up surveillance state. He's got the whole city locked down tighter than the pussy of Rias Gremory."

Reimu listened intently to the words of LA Knight, her expression hardening with disgust and fuckrage at the shit he was describing and also with his crude hentai analogies which disgusted her to all hell.

"Robert Manfred's reign of terror has turned Charlotte into a living dystopian nightmare of piss and vinegar. Civilians are living in constant fear of his wrath and any sign of resistance is crushed instantly. People disappear without a trace and are crushed and anyone caught defying his rules is either brainwashed or worse... killed off in the batting cages like a fuckin' Danganronpa execution... he's got some twisted partnership with the Skibidi Toilets, using them to maintain his grip on power like the piece of shit he is..."

Fujiwara No Mokou frowned at the words received by LA Knight, glancing at Reimu Hakurei. "Sounds like we've got our work cut out for us with this Rob Manfred fucker. What's our plan of attack, LA Knight-Kun?"

LA Knight continued, his voice steady and authoritative. "First, you'll need to disable the surveillance network which operates in Charlotte, North Carolina. Without it, Manfred loses his eyes and ears because he's a lazy fuck who doesn't bother doing shit. There's a main control center in the heart of the city of Charlotte. It's heavily guarded with motherfuckers, but if you can take it out, you'll cripple his ability to monitor your stankin' asses with the leering eyes of his perverted guards."

Reimu Hakurei stared ahead at the blood-red horizon of Charlotte, her knuckles white against the wheel with Steel Vengeance, her fingers clenched so hard that her own nails had dug into her palms, drawing thin rivulets of divine fuckrage in the form of blood and sweat and tears. The words of LA Knight echoed through the parched wasteland of her mind, each syllable dripping with the absolute stank of injustice and Orwellian 1984 bullshit tyranny in the form of baseball and shit.

"Rias Gremory's pussy—" She shuddered at the disgusting hentai analogy of the LA Knight. She would never forgive him for that because it was fucking weird. But she had bigger things to worry about, Robert Fucking Manfred.

The name itself made her want to kill and strangle a fucking infant. It made her want to purge everything she has ever eaten in the entire history of her lineage at once. It made her want to smite the entire sport of baseball from the face of the Earth with the sheer divine might of the Hakurei lineage which she once had until recently, which pissed her off even more so she sought destruction of all that was unholy.

She could see it in her mind's 3rd eye, the hellhole that was Charlotte under Manfred's Orwellian rule. The city streets lined with the skeletal remains of those who had dared speak out against his reign of umpirical terror like the little bitch that he was. The ominous hum of surveillance drones, their mechanical eyes darting across the city like the ever-watchful gaze of some omnipotent baseball overlord. The Skibidi Toilets which had ruined the world... those grotesque abominations of brain-rot and death, marching in perfect unholy synchronicity with their ever omnipresent chants of Skibidi Skibidi Skibidi their presence a testament to the sheer fucked up alliance Manfred had forged with the worst forces imaginable... fucking bitch.

She saw them dragging civilians into the batting cages in her fire-forged mind, their cries for mercy drowned out by the mechanical thunk of baseball launchers, the rubber-coated orbs of doom slamming into their bodies with the force of a thousand nukes descending upon human-kind which ruined all lives in their wake.

"People disappear without a trace... crushed in the batting cages like a fuckin' Danganronpa execution... like Leon Fucking Kuwata"

Reimu's teeth clenched hard enough to shatter diamonds and shit... Charlotte was a city that had forgotten joy as a concept in itself. A city where people lived in perpetual fear, where the mere mention of the Commissioner's name was enough to send grown-ass men into shivering fits of piss-stained terroristic fuckwraithian fuck-fear. A city where resistance was a distant memory, stamped out under the endless, oppressive regime of baseball tyranny and baseballism and Reimu was going to fucking end it with elfin fervor and joyous laughter.

She would tear down the surveillance network. She would purge the Skibidi Toilets with the wrath of an old testament deity. She would hunt Robert Manfred down and she would make sure that motherfucker never got to see another fucking baseball again... she would turn his bones into broth and turn his neck into a delicacy, she would roast his balls in her hibachi!

Her breath came out in ragged, barely restrained growls of pure unfiltered apoplectic FUCKRAGE. She could feel the divine power of the Hakurei bloodline coursing through her veins though it never existed anymore and was thus a delusion from her pissed off little brain... demanding atonement, demanding vengeance, demanding the annihilation of every single piece of baseball-related fuckery in Charlotte to hell and back, to hell and back.

Mokou and Sanae must have noticed her trembling, because they both exchanged cautious glances upon Reimu Hakurei due to the testicular fuckrage imbedded in her soul, would it dare threaten to consoom her soul?

"Reimu... bitch-ass" Mokou began, her voice unusually hesitant for once in her mother-fucking life as if she could sense the sheer fucking biblical fuckrage building inside the fuckwraithed soul of Reimu Hakurei. But Reimu wasn't listening and was stuck in the trance of whatever LSD-trip bullshit she was going through... though this was the real shit, trust me y'all.

She remembered the voices of the oppressed, the screams of those crushed beneath baseball tyranny, the crack of bats against human testicles, tits and skulls in Manfred's monstrous batting cages of death.

She remembered LA Knight's words. "Manfred's got the whole city locked down tighter than the pussy of Rias Gremory" and she would never forgive him for saying that cringe shit. But more than that… she would never forgive Robert Manfred for his crimes against humanity despite being a fucking hypocrite who has killed many herself, Reimu wasn't mad at herself but mad at Manfred because Reimu is the fucking HERO of this story, the MAIN CHARACTER! She inhaled sharply through her nose like she was fucking kirby. Exhaled slowly and then began fucking the steering wheel with her digits which drew blood out of the steering wheel somehow. "We liberate Charlotte, tonight... New England Patriots."