Meanwhile, in Heaven.
There is a vast, endless sea of golden clouds with a large, luxurious white sofa sitting in front of the biggest, most high definition television conceivable, along with countless gaming consoles plugged in. All of it's connected to an Outlet, which seems a bit..Strained.
There is a beautiful, blonde female angel with six exquisite wings and a white robe holding a strange, incredible looking console. It is the mythical sony Playstation 5. (Heaven gets all of it's consoles released a generation early.) She puts it down in front of the television.
Seraphim Death hovers in.
Death:I'm here Magladene. Got the console set up?
Seraphim Magladene:Just about...Are you sure you can take some time off?
Death:My angels are very efficient at what they do. I have faith in them...Besides, they insisted I take a break. *hovers in front of the console*Its...beautiful! And we got every game available for it?
Magladene:Of course, we get them as soon as they're released. Did you manage to get Balthazar here?
Death:Oh, you know him. Always standing by awaiting orders. Nothing wrong with dilligence though, he'll have plenty of time to enjoy himself up here once our task is complete.
Magladene:What about Firebrand?
Death:He only comes up on Reunions. Doesn’t like being separated from his wife and child.
Magladene:I suppose it's you and me, and the our latest addition then....I miss it before the fall. So many of our friends got wrapped up in all that horror...
Death:Jubileous, Jupiter, and Petrus in particular...
Magladene:*sigh*...
Lamington:*teleports in* Hello, I apologize for being late.
Magladene:There you are!
Death:There's the new guy!
Lamington:So, what are we going to be playing?
Magladene:We've been kind of juggling Monster Rancher 6, Tokyo Jungle 3, Dark Souls 4, and Disgaea 6.
Lamington:I vote Disgaea 6!
Death:May as well. We have all eternity.
Magladene:Alright! I've got everything set up, Lamington, could you plug up the system? *hands him the power plug*
Lamington:Of course. *hovers over to the outlet*....Oh my...Err, its full.
Magladene:Yeah, we need to get an extension. Just unplug one.
Lamington:Err...Ok..Which one should I unplug? I don't exactly know how everything works, I seldom come up here.
Magladene:Try the one on the right.
Lamington:Err....*looks at all the plugs on the right side of the outlet* Errr...Which one on the right?
Magladene:The yellow one.
Lamington:This one?
Magladene:No, thats Yellow ocre! I meant the canary yellow. Yellow Ocre's the TV plug.
Lamington:Errrr....*looks at a golden one* alright then...*grabs the plug*
Magladene:NO!! NO THAT! THATS THE-
*A massive, roaring power surge is heard*
Lamington:..oops.
Magladene:OOPS!? DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!
YOU'VE TURNED OFF EXISTANCE!!! WE GOTTA FIX THIS NOW!!
PLUG IT BACK IN!!!
Lamington plugs it back up.
The universe reforms.
Magladene:I hope we didn't screw anything up....
Lamington:Sorry...
Death:...Why would we have the existance plug connected to the gaming outlet?
Magladene:We shall never know how God works...
Death:........Wait, didn't God originally have the universe plugged in here and we just came along and set up a gaming station?
Magladene:......In hindsight, that was a bad idea. Might need to rectify that in the near future.
Lamington:So...Disgaea 6?
Meanwhile, back in reality.
Spectre's conscience is screaming as hes being twisted and distorted, he shakes violently. The sound of a girl screaming is heard as he feels as if he's being spun around rapidly.
Its dark. And oddly warm and soft. So warm and soft....
Spectre:Uggh...W...Where am I....I..I can't move...It feels...Nice..Am...I...In...Heaven....*eyes narrow* I see...I see a light.....
Spectre pokes out his head and looks at his surroundings.
Spectre:What happened!?...*looks around*
Spectre has somehow arrived in
New Meridian. He seems to be inside of a bar, there are numerous people surrounding him, looking down at him. Its night time.
Spectre:*looks up*
Bystander:Ewww!
Bystander2:Where'd it come from!?
Bystander 3:Or better yet, who?
??:Uhhh....
Spectre:Huh.....*looks down*...*turns pale*GYUH!?
Spectre is in the bosom of
Cerebella.Spectre:HA....*shakes, he can't move*GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!*Turns pale and begins flailing violently*
Cerebella:Ouch....*weakly opens her eyes*...Wha...What happened!?
Spectre:*turns his head and looks at her*....
Cerebella:*eyes widen in horror* What!? *looks at her surroundings, notices she's surrounded by some rather sleazy looking bar patrons* ...No...*stares at Spectre* NO....NO...NO.NO...NO!!!!!
Cerebella puts on Vice Versa and begins to viciously attack the patrons, pulverizing them by smashing them into the walls and floors.
Cerebella:*tearing up as she rampages* NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!! *falls onto the floor on her knees, sobbing into her hands*NOOOOOO!!!
Spectre:*shuddering, traumatized*
Cerebella:I HAVE BREAST PENGUIN!! WHY!?WHY!?! *sobs loudly* My life is RUINED!!!*sniff*
Spectre:...*suddenly stops*...Dood?
Cerebella:*cries as she falls over on the floor, shivering as she wraps herself in her arms* I've been...Spoiled...Ruined...Dirtied...By..*sniff* A bunch of sleazy assgrabbing boozehounds!!!*cries louder*
Spectre:...
Cerebella:DO I LOOK ALRIGHT!? I'M A WHORE NOW!! MY LIFE IS RUINED!! What's everyone going to think!? Can I perform in the circus anymore!? What about Vitale!? *sobs loudly*
Spectre:*looks disheartened* Look doodette, please, don't cry! *attempts to crawl out of her chest* HHHNNNNG!!!
Cerebella:OUCH!!
Spectre snaps back into place like a rubber band.
Spectre:What the!?...*looks at his down*Dood...I..*eyes widen*.DAMN IT!
Spectre's fused into her chest.
Spectre:How the hell did this happen?! One minute I'm on that hellworld and the next I'm in this poor girls chest!?...Look...*catches a nearby napkin in his beak and dabs it softly against her eyes* I don't know what's going on, but please, calm down!
Cerebella:*suddenly infuriated* SHUT UP!!! I'm...I...I can live a normal life! I just...I just gotta be careful! I...Gotta hide you! Get back in there! *punches Spectre into her rack*
Spectre:*can barely see outside the crack of her breasts* Dood...What did I do?
Cerebella:BE QUIET!!! Nobody should be able to hear you! Alright, if you just stay in there..
Spectre:Errm, didn't you say you worked in a circus?
Cerebella:Yes!
Spectre:If you get acrobatic, I might accidentally, uh, dangle out?
Cerebella:
No. You won’t.Later,
Cerebella is walking towards a circus, she looks horrified, and has her entire chest wrapped in bandages.
Inside.
Spectre is being crushed by the pressure of her bandage-constricted breasts. He’s coughing in suffocation.
Spectre:MMMPHMHM...MPHHMHP...Mphphphp HMMMHMHMMMMPH!?(Can you...Please...Pop a straw in here for air!?)
Cerebella: Stop making that mumbling noise! People are gonna hear you!
Spectre:MMMMMMPH MMMMMMPH!
Cerebella:*punches her breasts* OUCH!
Spectre:MMPH....*Looks around and turns pale as he slowly remembers his situation*(Oh geez...This isn’t good..I...I gotta be quiet!!
Feng:Hey Cerebella! You were out late, are you Ok?
Cerebella:AH! Feng, what are you doing here!?
Feng:...I work here. Are you feeling ok?
Cerebella:HAhaha! Of course, just a little tired...Ah...
Feng:Whats with the bandages, you didn’t get hurt did you?
Cerebella:No, no, I’m alright! Just figured I get a new outfit…Y’know, try to Foster a more family friendly circus! Eheheheh...
Feng:........Alright, somethings up. Come on, what is it?
Beatrix:Hah, I like the new look, now I don’t have to stare at those abominable meatbags all day. Circus could use a live mummy...
Cerebella:*sigh*
Feng:Screw off, Beatrix....Cerebella, whats wrong? You can tell me about it.
Cerebella:.....
Beatrix:Meh, finally developed a sense of modesty! It’s probably wracking her brain.
Feng:*glares at Beatrix’s outfit* Yeah, can you shut up now?
Cerebella’s chest begins shaking violently.
Cerebella:!?
Feng:...Cerebella?
The bandages fly off as Spectre’s screaming head hangs from her breasts and thrashes around violently in horror.
Spectre:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Feng/Beatrix:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
Cerebella:*covers her face with her hands*
After about a solid minute of screaming....
.......
Beatrix:Holy SHIT! *begins laughing*
Feng: *Dissapointed and sad tone* Oh Cerebella....
Cerebella:*falls on her knees and sobs* F..Feng I....
Beatrix:You have a BREAST PENGUIN!? Oh man, this is rich! *begins taking pictures on a cell phone*
Feng:What happened?
Cerebella:I DIDN’T GET THIS THING ON PURPOSE!!
Spectre:*twitching, drooling*
Cerebella:I...I was tricked..
Feng:*covers her mouth in horror*
Cerebella:I...Somehow wound up in a bar...I was walking outside on the street tonight and...Suddenly I blacked out and I woke up in the bar surrounded by a bunch of creeps with...*sniff* With...*bawls*THIS THIING!!
Spectre:*wakes up from Cerebella’s cry* Oh no, I freaked out! I’m sorry!
Feng:IT TALKS!?
Beatrix:Tsk tsk tsk. Hanging out at bars past curfew and catching AAMS.(Aquatic Avian Mammary Syndrome) How nasty..*taking pictures* Whats Vitale gonna think?
Cerebella:Please, no....
Beatrix:Can’t have you performing in public with that thing, it might spread. You really should have thought your actions through...
A teardrop from Cerebella hits Spectre’s head.
Spectre:*looks up, then narrows his eyes at Beatrix* Alright, cool it. No need to go making this public. I don’t know what happened, but we’ll fix it and I’ll be on my merry way.
Beatrix:Can it, bird tit. ..Geez, a TALKING breast penguin? You must have messed with some really funny customers last night.
Spectre:*turns red and grits his beak* She. Was not. WILLING!!!
Spectre’s massive, muscular, veiny arm emerges and grips Beatrix, he begins to constrict her.
Spectre:I don’t know what the fuck you think I am, but you listen here and you listen well! *Tighens grip, causing her eyes to bulge* You are acting COMPLETELY OUT OF LINE! *tightens grip* Obviously you two have some issues or something. But you listen to me. *tightens grip further, she turns blue* Regardless of the conditions. *tightens grip* Regardless of the individuals involve. You do not joke about it. You do not make fun of it. *tightens grip* RAPE. *tightens* IS. *tightens* NOT.* tightens further, snapping is heard*
FUNNY!!!!Feng and Cerebella are looking in horror, Beatrix is basically a pair of eyeballs and a blue forehead sticking out of his fist.
Cerebella:A...Ok...Please...Put her down...She’s got it....
Spectre:SHE MADE THIS PERSONAL!!!
Cerebella:ENOUGH! *punches him*
Spectre drops Beatrix...Or whats left over. She’s basically a empty toothpaste bottle with Beatrix’s palette. Her phones also crushed.
Spectre:*snort* *arm retracts*
*clapping is heard*
??:My my! You continue to impress me Cerebella!
Cerebella:Vitale!!
Vitale:What a fascinating symbiote you have there...First you master the Vice Versa, and now you have...This. You’re truly a remarkable girl...
Cerebella:*perks up* You really think so?!
Vitale:Of course.Where did you acquire....*thinks* Nevermind, I won’t ask any questions. Point is, I think you’ve got yourself a new weapon.
Spectre:Actually I’m-
Cerebella:.....*sighs* Still Its...Uncomfortable. You know what this means right?
Vitale:I’m not going to question your judgement. It turned out well in the end...Anyway, that thing talked for a second.
Spectre:Uh, my names Spectre.
Vitale:Hrm, can you juggle? Or perform any tricks?
Cerebella:Are you telling me to..Perform with him?
Vitale:Well, naturally he’s a bit stuck to you. So...I figured we’d make the best out of the situation.
Cerebella:But....
Vitale:Anyway...Besides strangling a magician that can manipulate time and space to near death, what else can you do?
Spectre:Ah....I guess...Punch things?
Vitale:Good...Good. Lets take you out on a test run, shall we?
Cerebella:......What do you need, Vitale?
Vitale:Don’t sound so disheartened, you’ll be able to better serve the family this way...Anyway, we have a few stray gangs wandering around New Meridian that have been harassing our men. You know what to do, dear. Basically go out and sweep out the street trash before it piles up.
Cerebella:Yes Vitale! *Vice Versa’s arms sprout and begin leaping her away*
Vitale:....
Feng:Sir..You do realize where breast penguins come from, right? Did you hear what she said?
Vitale:She’ll be fine. Anyway, you probably have an act to rehearse for. *walks away*
Feng:..Jerkass.
Vitale:What was that?
Feng:The trained donkey we had kicked me earlier and I’m still aching! Jerkass...
Vitale:That’s what I thought.
Meanwhile, back in the netherworld, in front of a coffee shop. Wallace and Spectra are enjoying some coffee and donuts, Wallace is staring at Spectra worfing down numerous times her body weight in the pastries.
Wallace:Wow...You got quite an appetite.
Spectra:Yeah! Hauling around *points at her axe* Nate here works up an appetite!
Wallace:I’d imagine so..Mind if I see it?
Spectra:Sure. *holds the axe over the table*
Wallace:Hmm...*picks it up and holds it in one hand* Pretty heavy.
Spectra:WOW! You’re the only guy I’ve seen able to hold my axe!
Wallace:Well all this girth you see isn’t just for show! Wow, this is some exquisite craftsmanship...
Spectra:...Hey, did you notice that planet suddenly vanished?
Wallace:Huh, yeah. Left as soon as it got here.
Back in New Meridian.
Cerebella is leaping through the rooftops, looking rather grim.
Spectre:....
Cerebella:Stop flapping out...Please!
Spectre:I’m sorry......So....Your name’s Cerebella?..Thats a pretty name.
Cerebella:Please...Stop talking.
Spectre:I figured we may as well get used to eachother since we’re gonna be stuck together...*sigh*
Cerebella:You’re an infectious wart. Be quiet.
Spectre:Uhhh...Ok...Sure am chatty for an infectious wart, aren’t I dood?
Cerebella:QUIET. Look, just help me serve Vitale better and we’ll get along just fine. You can do that by not talking and beating down whoever he sends us after!
Spectre:Ok....*gulps as he turns pale* Think maybe you could cover my face in a airy hood? I have errr....*quivers as her breasts bounce against him* Issues....*turns paler*...B..Breasts.....
Cerebella:I’m going to go crazy! *looks down, there are some Medici thugs tied up in an ally*...There! *dives down*
Cerebella lands using Vice Versa’s arms to break the fall.
Medici thug:You’re here! Thank goodness!
Cerebella:*begins untying him* Who did this to you!?
Medici Thug:*gets up with the rest of the thugs* Thanks...I appreciate the help. Who are you, ma’am?
Cerebella:...Cerebella?...I don’t think I’ve seen you around HQ...
Medici Thug:*thinks for a moment* Oh! Right! Cerebella! Sorry, we’re kind of green....
Spectre: *whispers* Something seems suspicious about these guys. I mean, come on? Sitting in the middle of an alley tied up, in the most conspicuous place possible...Nobody else around. Out in the open....
Cerebella:BE QUIET!
Medici Thug:...Are you...Talking to your breasts..?
Cerebella:Ah- no!! *waves her hands sheepishly* I’m talking to this...Uh....*picks up a cat from a nearby trash can* This cat! He meow’s everynight and keeps the whole neighborhood awake!
Spectre: If these guys are friends with your boss then they’re gonna have to learn about me sooner or later I guess...
Cerebella:NO THEY DO NOT!!
Medici Thugs? : *Look at eachother awkwardly*
Spectre:Look...I don’t know what you think I am, but I’m not a...”Boob Penguin”! I was suddenly transported here from my home dimension and somehow fused into your chest!
Cerebella:I don’t care! *begins crying* You’re a penguin, you’re fused into my chest, and suspiciously arrived there after I was roofied and gangbanged by a bunch of drunks! *on the verge of breaking down again* *sniff* Atleast try not to screw up my life even further! *wipes her nose with her sleeve*
*bump*
Cerebella:...Huh?
Thug?:*Has a baton smashed into the back of Vice Versa* Wow. This..Hat can endure a lot more blunt trauma than it looks.
Cerebella:Hey! You’re not Medici’s!
Thugs:....
The thugs throw off their uniforms, revealing that they’re
Black Egrets.
Cerebella:*gasps*!!!! Black Egrets!
Spectre:*gasps* UMBRELLA NAZIS!!!
Egret 1:*looks towards the two other egrets* What’s a Nazi?
Egrets:*Shrug*
A large platoon of Egrets, roughly 20, emerge from the two sides of the alley and aim automatic rifles at Cerebella.
Cerebella:*looks around, frightened* Damn!
Spectre:Use that armed hat to protect your backside!
Cerebella:But my front-
Spectre:I’ll block it!
Cerebella:No! I...
Spectre:I’m sorry I’m causing you all this trouble, but these guys are your enemies apparently! You’re going to have to swallow your pride and trust your magic talking superpowered breast wart!
Cerebella:*sniffs* Fine....
Egret:Tell us the location of the Medici HQ and we will take you in peacefully, we are authorized to use lethal force if you do not cooperate!
Cerebella:Over my dead body!
Egret:...Re...Really, we’d rather not shoot you. But we have our orders. Are you certain?
Cerebella:Yes!
Egret 2:...I mean, you seem like a nice kid. Hell, if you help us the princess would probably end up letting you go, she’s pretty cool like that.
Egret 3:Please cooperate with us. We simply want to rid the kingdom of the Medicis, with the Skullgirl looming over us we could really use one less fire to put out....
Spectre:They seem awfully nice for Nazis dood.
Cerebella:No! That’s my family you’re talking about!
Egret:Then...We have no choice. *sigh* open fire!
The Egrets fire off a single round of gunfire.
Egret:AGH! Ok, maybe she’s just injured...Maybe she’ll talk now...
The smoke clears, Spectre has formed a massive shield out of his forearms, bullet shells harmlessly fall from them, Vice Verse has done the same to her backside, completely blocking the gunfire.
Cerebella:*narrows her eyes* I won’t let you lay a hand on the Medici’s!
Cerebella charges forward as the Egrets open fire again. Spectre blocks all the bullets with his arms and smashes them into the walls as he approaches them, Vice Versa covers Cerebella’s flank as she charges forward. He punches down into the ground once he clears out the Egrets in front of them, catapaulting Cerebella backwards, Vice Versa smashes into the ground when she reaches the Egrets behind her, effectively wiping them out.
Cerebella:*begins running out of the Alley* Egrets...
Spectre:*shudders* I guess even this realm has Nazis. But Umbrella Nazis?
Cerebella:Shut up! They’re starting to go undercover now...
They run out of the alley, only to find numerous other Egrets and a few helicopters hovering overhead.
Cerebella:Where did they come from!?
Wounded Egret:While you were talking to your freaky symbiote we called for backup. *cough* *passes out*
Cerebella:Ugh...
Spectre:Who’s that?
Parasoul approaches them from the crowd.
Spectre:*gasps as he sees the inverted cross necklace*EEEEK!! *expands his musclemass*
Parasoul:*narrows her eyes* So the Medici’s have a symbiote wielder in their ranks...This does not bode well.
Spectre:*growls*
Cerebella:Whats wrong?
Spectre:*points at the inverted cross* YOU SHALL NOT PERSEVERE BEAST, I READ REVELATIONS!
Parasoul:...*moves her head to the side*...Huh?
Spectre:WE MUST DESTROY HER!
Cerebella:We’re kinda surrounded...We need to think up an escape plan.
Spectre:I SHALL NOT REST UNTIL YOU ARE DESTROYED, FIEND! *eyes narrow*
Parasoul:*slashes Krieg to her side* Very well. I’ll battle you one on one, your symbiote seems to despise me for some reason.
Spectre:*eyes flare in a religious fervor*
Cerebella:HE’S NOT A...Yeah...Yeah! He’s a symbiote. That’s it. A penguin shaped symbiote! That happens to reside in between my breasts!
Parasoul:Must be a genetically engineered breast penguin..Weaponizing that horrid disease, disgusting...How low are the Medici’s willing to stoop!?
Cerebella:*growls* How dare you! *charges forward*
*squirt* *squish*
Cerebella has stepped into an orange puddle of rather nasty goo Parasoul shot out of Krieg.
Cerebella:*utterly repulsed* EWWWWW!!!
Spectre:*looks down*EEEUUUGH!!!!
Parasoul:...*shoots it with her Lugermorph, it explodes underneath Cerebella and knocks her down*
Cerebella:Ugh....
Parasoul:A cheap move, but I can’t take any risks seeing you with that symbiote that wiped out so many of my egrets.
Spectre:It’s so nasty...
Parasoul blasts more of Krieg’s goo onto Cerebella’s body.
Cerebella:Ewww....Ewww...
Spectre:Ick....
Parasoul:*Sweating whilst scrubbing Krieg profusely, causing him to squirt out more orange goo onto them from the umbrella tip, the sheer disgusting texture and eerily warm temperature of it leaves them unable to move*
Cerebella:Ewwwww! Please.S....Stop...!
Spectre:We can’t fail...I must...Defeat...The Antichrist!!
Parasoul:....Whats the “Antichrist”?
Spectre:Don’t play dumb with me demon! Your voluptuous curves and glorious red hair cannot hide the fiend behind your mask!
Parasoul:...No, seriously, I have no idea what you’re talking about. “Anti....Christ”....I’m not sure I follow.
Spectre:....You know, the Antichrist? I mean, even those not of the faith should atleast know the term.
Parasoul:Exactly what is it the “anti” of? Who or what is this “Christ” you speak of?
Spectre:*poker face*....You...But...You don’t even know who Jesus is!?
Parasoul:*looks at her Egrets awkwardly*
Egrets:*shrug in ignorance*
Cerebella:I’m curious to...
Spectre:...COME ON!!! Then why are you wearing that inverted cross!?
Parasoul: I take it you don’t like my pendant? It’s the symbol of the Goddess trinity.
Spectre:...You mean Abrahamic religion doesn’t exist here!?
Cerebella:I don’t think so...
Parasoul:Never heard the term.
Spectre:*scratches the back of his head*Umm...Ok...BUT WHAT ABOUT YOUR NAZI HORDE!?
Parasoul:What’s a nazi?
Egrets:*shrug*
Spectre:You know...Those guys...With the umbrella swastika?
Parasoul: ”Swas-tik-a”?
Spectre:....
Parasoul:When I was still trying to design a fashion for the Egret soldiers to wear, a portal opened over my desk and a most peculiar outfit fell in. *holds out an actual swastika* I liked this pattern, but decided to make it fit in with the royal family’s umbrella motif better and altered the design and went for a more vivid green shade instead of the drab brown the rest of the outfit had. I also added the spiked helmets myself.
Egret:It’s quite intimidating, I must say!
Parasoul: Oh! Look at this. *Holds out a Klu Klux Klan robe* This randomly fell on my lap in the planning room, and I was thinking about making it the outfit of my elite assasins, the Phantom Herons. Seeing as the medici’s are one of our prime targets, I want to know your perception. Do you think this will strike fear into mobsters?
Egret:It’s spooky and ghostly, my liege!
Spectre:Uhhh....*eyes shift*
Cerebella:It does look creepy...
Krieg:I...CAN’T...TAKE IT!!! *flails angrily*
Spectre:Whats up with your umbrella?!
Parasoul:Oh, he’s getting frustrated, he thinks I’m teasing him. I’m sorry, but if you won’t talk I’m going to have to take you both into custody.*begins stroking Krieg again*
Krieg:YESYESYESYESYES!!!*begins inflating as his eyes quiver and enlarge*
Cerebella:Please...No!!!
Krieg:BLURAARRRRRRGHHHH!!!.....Looove Youuuuu....*Eyes turn heart shaped*
*SPLURT*
Cerebella/Spectre:AAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHH!!!
............
Cerebella:....Uuuugh...Eww...Ewww....*wakes up*...*looks around*Oh no! We’ve been caught! *feels her head* My hat’s gone!!!
Cerebella looks down, she’s wearing a striped prison outfit.
Spectre:*Wearing a small bandit mask and prison striped hat* Ugh. We’re in the slammer dood....Wait...THE SLAMMER! Oh no!! Do you have any idea what they do to people in the slammer!?
??:*Deep, oddly feminine voice* Why don’t we find out, princess?
Cerebella:Eeeek!
There is a massive, obese, eight foot tall tan-skinned brickhouse of a man wearing the prison attire, black, spiked bracelets on his wrists, a portion of his midriff ripped off, pink-dyed hair in a punked style with excessive blue mascara and green lipstick.
Spectre:NO!!!! PLEASE NO!! NOT AGAIN!!!
??: Ooooh no, I don’t mean you wart. I’m talking about that fine-ass foreign girl you’re stuck to....*Cracks his knuckles and grins* I wonder how many fingers I can fit in ya? *wiggles fingers*
Cerebella:*screams and runs to the corner of the cell*
??:Heheheheh....*begins approaching, his footsteps make an echo, as he wiggles his fingers with a horrifying, lewd grin*
Spectre:*growls* CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH!? This poor, sweet, innocent girl has had the worst day of her life!*wipes his eyes* She was a circus star up until her life got turned upside down with just one move...She was at a local café and ordered a drink...Just a simple, harmless, non alcoholic drink...And you know what? The fucking bastards drugged her! *Cerebella begins crying along with his speech* Fourteen guys. Fourteen guys ganged up on her and rode her like a damn bicycle. A young, kind-hearted, optimistic innocent virgin who never hurt a soul once in her life! *sniffs* And I’m the scar on her body from their abuse. So grotesquely mutated I can freaking talk! Every time she looks down at me she’ll remember that night. She’ll remember every sexual trauma she’s every experienced every time she looks down and sees me. And you know what? After this the poor girl has a bad run in with a bunch of thugs in an alley who gang up on her and frame her for a crime she didn’t commit! And now she’s in here, and you’re threatening to split in her half with your huge, muscular fingers!
??:.........*begins crying loudly* I’M SORRY! I HAD NO IDEA!! YOU POOR THING!!! *blows his nose into his shirt* Is there anything I can do to make your stay here less miserable?!
Spectre:..Wow....Uhh..*retracts his arms* (I can’t believe that worked.) You can start by not molesting us dood.
Cerebella:*sniff* Yes please...
??:Oh..It’s alright. I’m sorry for my horrible rapist libido, It’s been so long since I’ve felt the touch of a man I find everything attractive...The name’s Cassidy Fystphoque. Just call me Cassi.
Spectre:Cassi...?
Cassi:Well yeah. I’m a woman, this is the female section of the bighouse. Can’t put the two genders together for obvious reasons, sweetheart.*wink*
Spectre:.....
Cerebella:Eeep..
Cassi:Yeah, I kinda scare people when I do that now. Spending about ten years here kinda does...Well..*gestures to her body* THIS to a woman. I use to be one of the finest gals in New Meridian, but you gotta bulk up in here or else you gonna get tore UP in the showers.
Cerebella:Umm..Okay...Well look, we need to get out of here. I got a family to get to...
Cassi:Hrrm..Well, might know someone who can help. *turns around* YO, SCYTHANA!
Scythana:*lying on a large bed in the other side of the cell*....Grrrrrrrrr...*snorts* What is it Cass? Trying to give me a share of the fresh meat again? I told you I don’t want any! *gets up, making a loud thud as her head hits the ceiling*AUGH!!! DAMN IT!!! *rubs her head and bends her neck down to avoid impacting it* WHAT?
Cassi:Cool it, Anna. These kids wanna escape...
Scythana:*snorts* Who doesn’t?
Cerebella:Please help us get out! I don’t want to be in here at shower time....
Spectre:Well look, maybe we can help eachother out...
Scythana:EEEEEGH!!! Is that a titbird!?
Cerebella:*sighs*
Scythana:Get the hell away from me!!!
Spectre:Help us out or I’ll bud off a spore in your rack! Or whatever method of reproduction we Boob Penguins use...
Scythana:Augh, geez, fine! But one condition...You help me and Cassi bust out of here to.
Spectre:Alright.
Scythana:Ok, lets wait , you got lucky and arrived here after shower time. We're gonna wait a couple hours, thats when we have the least patrols around. Might wanna get a nap in.