Tohuw Balagan
Toe grinned cheerfully at the sight before him, utterly uncaring about her mistaken words. In fact, he seemed rather glad. It was a really hard game, but he finally spied something!
“You are red!” The demon cheered.
“More importantly, you are stupid. There is no love without selfishness, you should know that! Oops, that’s right, you don’t know anything about love. My baaaad. You are really ignorant though! Foolish to the point of being adorable. More importantly…”
This was vexing. He had finished playing, but he didn’t think the ones back there would finish so fast. They kinda sucked at this after all. But the sun was a real problem! So how would he get rid of this problem without interrupting their game?
A cruel shark-like smile crawled up Tohuw’s red lips.
“Oh! I know!”
With that, the demon stomped on the ground and leapt incredibly high, tall enough to reach even a skyscraper along with his umbrella. Snapping his fingers, he made a couch appear under his butt and landed comfortably, floating above in his kingly couch.
Hmmm, but this was a problem. To pull this off, he’d have to actually try. He didn’t want that. Honestly, he rather stay home and watch Toradora or something, eat pizza and play games. This was frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, so frustrating. It was so very very frustrating, he almost felt like giving up.
But then he remembered something essential. Useless work, fake relationships and empty victories! That is the motto of Shonen Jump, so how could a Shonen Jump lover dare give up? No, he’d do this! He would not let his dreams be dreams! He would seize this one shot, one opportunity! He would end this shitty serialization before the anime began! Bai bai Theater, it was fun.
Altough whoever was inside would find it much. Less. Funny. But it wasn’t him who started this, so no matter what happened to that poor old fart, it wasn’t his fault!
Just this once, he'd go all out in the least enthousiastic way ever!
“Now, I will show you my *yawn* power! The power of love! *Yawn* Oh Gloria, let this wretched sun fall once and for all. (Meh, that sounds cheesy, can I go home?)”
Picking his nose, he ejected a sickeningly colourful booger (or was it chewing gum?) from his nose, waved his hand theatrically and cast the filth into the bowels of the earth. A great suge of magic seeped from the daemon, filthy and disgusting in design. The air itself seemed to twist to match his heart and mind.
And slowly but surely, the earth below the theater began to bubble, as if it was melting. But the earth did not change, at least physically. It simply couldn’t carry the burden of such a fat theater any longer, and so it began to slowly sink into the ground as if the floor was made of honey or something.
"Good night." He added smugly.
Hyoudo Tenma?
"Ow..."
Tenma was rubbing her head with alcohol, the crash party she took with the floor a bit too violent for her liking. The others were fighting or something, well, whatever.
It was kinda great, how she had found this place in the middle of nowhere. Food, wifi and shelter. It was almost too good to be true, but it seemed she could start over here. A fresh new start huh? Well, she seemed to have found-
Suddenly, she heard a robotic sound behind her. Glancing at the mirror, she saw a small robot standing behind her, a CAT.
Odd. She didn't recall leaving a C.A.T on alert mode, she certainly didn't activate it herself. It was standing behind her, a neon green light glowing behind her. SHe raised an eyebrow, but it was probably nothing worth making a fuss over. Wait, no. This wasn't a CAT, but-
"Huh, what are you do-"
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She couldn't even breathe, or scream. Almost immediately, she crashed on the floor lifelessly. A lance of sure death had most certainly been thrust into her heart, the beam struck true. There was no blood or gore, only a scorched hole.
Sleep time. A high pitched, childlike robotic voice responded.
Tenma groaned, clinging desperatedly to something, anything. Her sight was becoming dark, blurry. She clawed desperately to the ground. Despite everything, she tried to desperatedly to keep herself conscious. But why? WHy? Why was her old prototype there? Here?
Before she could even complete her messy trail of questions, she heard a chillingly dull, monotone robotic voice from her wristwatch, echoing into the bathroom and lingering into her pained head, drilling into the depths of her psyche. That voice, it couldn't be.
Hello there. It's been a long time, how have you been? I've been really busy being dead. You know, after you killed me!?
You...
I know we've both said some things you are going to regret, but I think we can put our differences behind us. For science. You monster.
After a good while, the bathroom door unclicked and a woman stepped out. She was pale, graceful and firm. Looking around aimlessly, her dead eyes averted to the man in the suit of armour. Her movements were captivating, not a single wasted movement or misstep. There was something... different, slightly different about how she looked at the world, how she spoke.
It was like looking at a machine. And, altough it seemed a point of little significance, her wristwatch was gone.
"Yo." She said boredly, waving lazily to the three.
