Hey guys!
I got plansss for Adam, you just wait on it. Although I really like the guy, for some reason over on AO3 he's glazed to high heaven. Seriously, search up HRThunder on AO3 and you'll be in an infinite void of just pure dick-eating for someone who was barely even in the show.
Also, the guys over on QQ have been saying that Hanma's and the Baki-verse in general are just different. Apparently they can literally warp reality in small ways if they use their imagination enough… This is literally just WWAAGGGHHH energy from 40k or Spiral Power, this is ridiculous.
If Yuji and Todo existed in the Baki-verse, they'd both be top 1 purely due to Todo imagining them beating the hell out of Yujiro hard enough.
Enjoy the show!
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Initiating: Fuck Alastor!
Initiating: Vee's Protocol
Initiating new protocol: Fuck Roaring Knight!
Initializing…Intitializing…
VOX.EXE is online.
With a gasp, Vox awoke, his TV head on a swivel looking around the area. He quickly held his stomach in pain, still feeling the hole in his stomach that James had inflicted on him. He let out an enraged growl, slowly staggering up before falling over after a single step.
"God damnit!" He screams to the sky before concentrating on himself and slowly turning himself into electricity to disappear in a flash. The form of his electricity sputtered in the sky, almost failing him at some point, but he managed to hold out until he got to his tower…But he was too late.
Instead of a mighty tower representing his…And the other Vee's power, he saw ruin. It was almost a mockery of what he had managed to achieve with craters upon craters inside of it, massive amounts of debris on the ground.
He didn't say anything, his digital teeth just ground themselves together like a trash compactor as he walked into what remained of his base. Him, Valentino, and Velvette had all signed a mutual contract with each other to let them know where the others were at all times, so Vox knew that his associates were still here.
"Voxy, hunny, are you al–" Valentino said before cutting himself off. He was previously resting on a chunk of steel, trying to gather his energy before he saw Vox himself. He didn't look good, his pimp suit being torn, his wings being shredded and not suitable for flight and all of this along with being bald and having a missing right arm.
He stopped himself mid-way through his sentence, seeing his boyfriend's sorry state . "Voxy…Did you die?" He said worriedly, placing hand on Vox's arm that he swiftly brushed off with an extremely strained smile.
"Did I die? PFFFTTT, I mean, yeah, sure, technically I did die by that stupid little fucking bitch knight, but it's all good, Val." He said, blood coming down his lip from how hard he was biting it. "Where's Velvette at?"
"Right here, Vox." A voice said behind him. Velvette wasn't any better off than the other two, having to walk around carrying an arm without a shoulder while half of her face was covered in soot and burn marks. "Look, what the hell happened yesterday with you, Vox? You chased after the knight and came back 3 hours later after being dead and our whole damn tower was destroyed!" She damn near yelled.
"Yeah, you're right Velvette." Vox responded, an almost eerie level of calm. "The tower can be rebuilt in a few days if we put our soul contracts to real good use, but our respect? Our reputation as the Vee's?" He put a hand up and clenched it tight, a crackle of electricity coming off of it. "The only way we might be able to save it is by whipping the knight in the turf war."
"Well how the hell are we supposed to do that!?" Velvette asked aggressively. "The cunt killed you, making you weaker, his little bitch of a subordinate regenerates like hell for no fuckin' reason, Val lost a fucking arm to her ass, and nobody fuckin' respects us anymore, Vox!"
"I know." Vox said, his calm even throwing Velvette off her game. "After the tower is rebuilt, we need to call Carmilla and buy as much angelic steel as we can even with our limited assets. If all goes well, we could supply about 25,000 of our contracts with angelic steel."
"And…What do we do after that?" Valentino inquired.
"Isn't it obvious, Val?" He asks, ever so sweetly, even cupping his face and looking him in his eyes before disconnecting and looking at both of his associates, no, his friends in arms.
"We kill that fucking knight for good."
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Angel Dust has seen a lot of shit in his day, but this? This has got to be the limit.
When he had first woken up, unlike one would expect, he didn't panic at all. He couldn't count the number of horny bastards who kidnapped him and tried to use him for his body thinking that they were God's gift to dick-kind and that they could "break" him.
He learned the hard way that it's best to just let them have their fun and wait until Valentino got him out about a day or two after the fact. So no, Angel Dust was not panicking at all at first…At first!
It all started when he had checked his back-up phone that he always kept in his spare robe pocket. He was about to call Val to convince him to get him outta here, but he suddenly remembered all of what happened last night. The creepy teddy bears, the pills, his head, they flashed into his brain one by one.
He almost dropped his phone, but took a deep gulp and checked on the news.
"Breaking news, m'kay. Yesterday afternoon, known Overlord conglomerate, the Vee's were the victims of a terrorist attack that destroyed their tower. Sources say that Velvette has lost 2.5 million followers on Instagram, Valentino has lost all of his hair and Vox has died to the Roaring Knight… Next up: Hell-minton!"
…Holy fucking shit.
This time, he did drop the phone, his breath quickening as he processed the situation. He couldn't believe it, somehow in some way, Valentino, the Vee's were hurt. They weren't invincible, they weren't God's!
The thought made him giddy before he realized that the leash around his neck hadn't loosened a bit and he was still kidnapped. Usually when Overlords die, although it isn't permanent, it is very detrimental to them as if they die enough times, their soul contracts could loosen up until the point where someone could break out of it without any harm to themselves.
So now he was prepared to go out and face the music, suck whatever and get fucked by whatever, but what he didn't expect was to see a guy doing a hand-walk right by his own room. He was admittedly good looking, very good looking actually. If he had to be honest he was the best looking guy he's ever seen.
But he was just so damn odd. Without any warning he got up and armor was just summoned around him, transforming him into the Roaring Knight. He had met the Knight before, even gave him some of his videos and he didn't even have to blow him.
He thought he was pretty good, but apparently he just waited until his guard was down to take him and force him to do some shit.
Typical.
…At least that's what he would normally say, but for some reason he hasn't done anything to him at all, hell, he even denied his advances multiple times, saying that "I got a girlfriend, bro." while having his weird fucking teddy-bear things cook breakfast.
"Wait Monkid, how do we heat this pancake batter up?"
"Don't worry Monotaro, I got an idea: Let's put the fuckin' thing in the microwave!"
"Oh my god, Monokid, you're a genius!"
BEEP
"MONOKID-MONOTARO-WHAT-ARE-YOU-DOING?"
"Heating up the fucking pancake batter, ya pansy!"
"THAT-IS-A-METAL-BOWL-YOU-FUCKING–IDIOTS–"
BOOM
…Really weird.
Even the knight himself was doing some strange shit. He already de-summoned his armor so now he's just sitting at the table next to him and concentrating on a leaf on top of a full glass of water. He doesn't know how, but soon the water somehow became a dark shade of green. "Emitter? To be honest, I thought I was an enhancer" The Knight said curiously before just scarfing down the rest of the water in the glass.
"Welp, I know you got a lotta questions so why don't ya spit 'em until the Monokubs finish cooking." He said, not even blinking at eating the leaf and throwing the glass up and down in his grasp.
"...YOU-TWO-ARE-NEVER-ALLOWED-TO-EVEN-STEP-FOOT-IN-THIS-KITCHEN-AGAIN."
"...Yeah, that might take a while. Hey, look on the bright side though: you're talking to someone who hasn't told a single lie since he's been in hell." He said, grinning while jabbing a thumb at his face.
Now that was obviously a fucking lie, but maybe Angel Dust could get some info outta this. "Well, handsome, can you tell me who owns this place?" He said, putting on his best flattery voice.
"Charlie actually owns it. It's a hotel specifically made for rehabilitation sinners like you and getting them into Heaven. The only reason I'm here is because I'm just sponsoring the place and the others are just tag-alongs with me."
"Are one of your tag-alongs, your so-called 'girlfriend'?"
He let out a little frown. "She's not so-called, she is my girlfriend. I don't know why you're trying to get me to cheat on her with you, but I'm not gonna do it."
Alright, he sees it. He's playing hard-ball for some reason. It's fine, he could work with it.
"Oh come on, you kidnap THE Angel Dust, put him in a room, serve him breakfast on a silver platter and you're telling me you don't want to fuck me?" He asked rhetorically, rubbing his hands erotically around his body, specifically his waist with his bottom two hands and around his chest-fluff that everyone thinks are tits.
"...Yes, that's exactly what I'm trying to tell you." He responded with a weird look. It doesn't make sense, he knows for a fact that he was fucking molesting his ass with his eyes as soon as he rubbed himself down so why the hell hasn't he done anything yet–
PAT PAT
…Is he actually hugging me right now?
"Look, I'm not gonna pretend like I know all your problems, I mean, when the kubs and Monkuma found you, you looked like you were trying to overdose after a bad concussion. The way I see it right now is that you've never had a friend, right? Maybe just sex-friends, but not a real one, let alone a real relationship." He said, patting his back and tastefully keeping his head out of his cleavage.
"Look, I don't know you, but I really do want to get to know you. I won't keep you here, I won't trap you, you can leave whenever you like. If you want I can get you outta here and explain to Charlie that you just didn't wanna be here…"
He didn't know what to feel.
He was insulted at first, he's Angel Dust, hell's greatest porn-star and was the top 10 best selling porn videos 8 times. He knows he's hot as fuck, so some guy telling him he doesn't wanna hit this? It's a blow to his pride, y'know?
Bu, he also feels warm. It's been a good 40 years since he died and Valentino got his claws into him, yet he hasn't been hugged even one time since then. In fact, the last time he was hugged was his last day on Earth when he hugged his little sister Molly before he…
The hug was nice, okay?
He didn't hug back fully, distrust still palpable in his brain, but his walls were slowly but steadily starting to come down, all because of one person, all because of one knight in dark armor. He tapped the knight's arm, a non-verbal way of asking him to let go before the knight put his hand out.
"Let's introduce ourselves. My name's James Richardson."
…He was silent for a moment, but before James could put his hand down in rejection, Angel Dust seized it and spoke to James without a mask for the first time today.
"I's nice to meet you, James. Name's Angel Dust, don't wear it out."
"Friends?"
"...Sure."
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THE END
How'd you guys like the stuff with Angel? I think I got his personality down pat along with James comforting him with comforting presence and soft hugger helping a bunch with taking his walls down, but let me know if I did ass.
Ok bbbyyyyeeeee!