Hi everyone its been a long time since my last post to the list, and
since the first installment of this. I'm working on it regularly now.
C&C, Comments, and Flames are all welcome. Previous chapter and other
stuff I've written can be found at http://members.tripod.com/~ruri_chan/
under the section Writings and Histories. Enjoy! Presenting now
Kawaikune Team Fighters 2!
INTERFACE: ACTIVE
"Number 3,425,769. Number 3,425,769. Are you awake?"
She looked out from beyond the screen of her eyes, and
through the crystal cage which for now was hers. She had
been looking this way for a thousand years, but only now
had her eyes been allowed to see what lay outside.
"Hai," she thought-whispered back to the voice.
"Prepare to be scanned. Activation will commence
shortly."
The cave she inhabited was a tide of snow which even
now was beginning to ebb, as if her small life was the
moon.
'I may as well be the moon,' she thought. The only
source of light was her, a soft blue glow that reflected of
the ocean of ice. 'I am lonely,' she thought, 'like the
moon.'
"Hai," she again sent back to the voice.
SCAN: COMMENCING. PLEASE STAND BY.
She found it odd that the view from her tomb would be
so unfamiliar. To think that despite her body having spent
a thousand years staring into that sea, her eyes had been
the only camera recording a distant event that given the
choice she would choose not to recall. As far away as the
eart, or perhaps even farther, and as useless as heaven and
earth to intervene in the events she had witnessed.
SCAN: CLEAR.
"Number 3,425,769. Prepare for memory download."
Her acknowledgement was resigned, at best. "Hai."
She braced herself. This was going to hurt.
MEMORY DOWNLOAD: COMMENCING..........
The light was too bright, even for her eyes. But,
unlike the other viewers of the most momentous occasiotion
since the completion of Otaku Land, she could not turn away
or even shut her eyes. It was huge and it was white, like a
virgin sketchpad. As it expanded like a giant psychotic
eraser of death, she watched as existence simply ceased to
exist around it. Maybe it was merely a coincidence, but at
the same second she cried out for someone to do something a
giant fleet charged like a blazing inferno into the light.
She watched as they did something. She watched as they
died. The light passed on, in a hurry to escape what came
next.
For after the light had passed, there was only total
darkness.
Everything was gone. Everywhere. The credits couldn't
even roll. The tape had merely ran out. There was nothing
left for her to see.
............MEMORY DOWNLOAD: COMPLETE.
"Number 3,425,769. Prepare for activation."
"Hai." She was getting sick of saying that word but all
of her passion to say more, to tell the owner of the voice
that woke her off, had been drained by early mornign
fatigue and a sense of utter hopelessness in the face of
the impending end of the universe. Besides, she was under
contract.
ACTIVATION SEQUENCE: COMMENCING......
She wished she could just cut the connection and go
back to bed. But she was, after all, a working woman... or
android... or something like that.
.............ACTIVATION SEQUENCE: COMPLETE.
Mechanically, she spoke the required catch phrase.
"Thank you for choosing Big Mama's Eternal Guide Service.
We hope you continue enjoying our service for years to
come." She nearly gagged getting it out.
She looked out at the pale ocean. It was as dead as teh
darkness. Nothing moved in it. No dolphins played or whales
sang. No fish. No leviathans hid in the depths. It hadn't
seen life in a thousand years.
In a matter of hours it would see life again, but that
would be nothing but a cry in the dark, silent all too
soon. For in a matter of hours, it would see the
KAWAIKUNE TEAM FIGHTERS!!!!!!
VOLUME ONE!!!!!
OPENING SONG: "THE MASCULINE ART OF FIGHTING"
SUNG BY CHRISTOPHER BENCH voice of ADAM STORM
JONATHON DON GIOVANNI voice of PATRICK SCAR
MERRY LYNCH voice of IVAN MERANGUE PIE
A MACHO BUFF SONG DESIGNED TO GET THE ADRENALINE PUMPING
AND THE HEART POUNDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another Stormy Evening, Another Final Reckoning
The Weak Are Stripped Away Never To Be Seen
Another Lover On The Street Lost Among The City's Heat
Thirsty To The Bone And Staring Into To The
Giant Whirling Clouds Of Destruction
Reflecting The Tears In Your Eyes
Crushing All Your Hopes For Tomorrow
Till The Pressure Makes You Cry
At The Point When Only The Strong Survive!
Episode 2:
The Letter That Spells Death
written by the Savant of Unconstant Change
Currently known as Tenkawa Akito
Who can be reached at ruri_ruri@hotmail.com
Blood dripped down what had once been Stan's face. It
had taken a turn for the better, transforming itself into a
visage of slavering rage. He wanted only one thing now, one
thing in the entire universe- that is, besides watching
more City Hunter. He wanted to bring a painful death to
that large humanoid monster with no skin and large claws.
The creature itself looked a little dismayed at the
primitive hate that was busy doing an Irish Jig in Stan's
eyes.
"Blerrskii..." he muttered to himself in what passed
for the monstrous incomprehensible beast version of "This
wasn't part of my contract." However, he had to push all
thoughts of what was and wasn't part of his contract aside
as the insane store owner hurled himself into the monster
and began slashing at it wildly with the magical club of
anime.
Puzzled, he looked down at Stan. The club continued to
pound into his side with increasing force.
"Fuu?" wondered the monster. 'Was it possible that such
fiery passion and rage wasn't giving the pathetic slimy
human the strength to damage me?'
He ceased trembling in fear and swatted away the pesky
club. He looked down at his side and noticed a small but
strikingly ugly welt. 'I'm going to feel that tomorrow,' he
thought. 'And I'm sure my girlfriend will find it totally
gross and dump me for some braindead jock. She's only going
out with me anyway because the Dark Lord pays me so much.
The world is truly a cold and heartless place.'
He slapped Stan with a part of his hand that wasn't too
covered in claws. The poor little troll went flying into a
wall, where he subsequently collapsed into unconciousness.
"Wow. This might be easier than I thought," said the
monster. "Now where are those dirty Otaku?"
Anyone listening would have heard him say the
following:
"Grrr... grumble... sniff sniff. Bleerrrskiii....
otaku... grump."
Sad thing, that.
Patrick pulled himself off the ground and proceeded to
give himself a nice dusting off. However, when he realized
that dust wasn't supposed to be cold and wet, he put away
the dust mop and pulled a window scraper from one of his
mysterious pockets.
"Good thing I wore a Jacket. Otherwise I would have
frozen and gone into a coma."
He began walking around, trying to figure out what the
heck was going on. The thought hit him like the ground that
maybe he wasn't at quite the correct coordinates of the
timespace continuum. After all, the door they had gone
through was marked Back Parking Lot exit, not Frozen Ice
Tunnel exit. At least, thats what he remembered it saying.
"Stupid Stan. Always playing tricks on us like that."
He looked around and tried to find the doorway back to
the hall. Instead he found what he had tripped on. Adam's
head.
"Adam, do you have any idea where we are?"
"No. Help me up will you."
"Sure." He bent over and picked up Adam's head. "We
seem to have ended up in a tunnel of ice!"
"No. That happened about eight hours ago. You're
hallucinating again."
"Are you sure?" asked Patrick. "I could swear to the
fact that I'm in a mysterious tunnels with icy walls
glowing red."
"Blue. They're blue. We were tactically withdrawing to
better ground so that we coul defeat that monster and ran
through the door marked Back Parking Lot, remember?"
"Right. That just happened."
"Nope. We've been trudging along the cave all day. You
collapsed a few minutes ago and Ivan went on ahead. I sent
Jeff after him so that they might think about finding some
help."
"Sounds kind of fishy to me, Adam."
"Its the truth!"
Suddenly a large fish connected with the back of
Patrick's head. His vision blurred for a few seconds, then
came back into focus on a completely different world.
"Wow!" he exclaimed to the rock he had been talking to. "I
really was hallucinating!"
Adam grabbed him from behind and headed off down the
tunnel.
"Finally. I don't want to know what you saw Patrick.
You had one of those scary looks on your face."
"Like something out of that show we were watching
earlier today! The one with the really cool theme song!"
Jeff volunteered.
"I expected you to start moaning the name
Takakura-sempai at any second," said Ivan.
"I thought you guys had gone on ahead," said Patrick.
"What? Who told you that?"
"He told me." Patrick pointed at the rock which had
been Adam.
"He's getting worse," Adam said with concern.
"Oh."
"If we don't get him to someplace warm fat he'll
probably die."
"Oh."
"Your apathy is not appreciated Ivan. Don't you wish to
help a fellow fan in need. It is our duty!"
"He wouldn't be in this predicament if not for that
stupid jacket of his. All that snow that got stuck inside
of it... and he wouldn't even take it off long enough to
shake it out! Idiot."
"He had his reasons. He's already lost one of his
pictures."
"Yeah, but I think he'd notice if anything else fell
out of his jacket." Bravely, Ivan curled back part of the
jacket to reveal a wide assortment of Ruri Hoshino
merchandise stapled, pinned, and superglued to the inner
lining.
"How sweet. He even has the left over pieces from his
attempts at bringing the 1:1 cardboard model of her to life
stuck in their. Right next to the Ruri Hoshino brand
lollipop! See, the one labeled: 'For an extra sweet
sucker.'"
"Its not sweet. If anyone should be allowed to bring an
anime character to life, it should be me!" Ivan protested
bitterly.
"No. You two pedophiles... You're just afraid of a real
woman, like my dear sweet Ryoko. I mean come on, the you'd
choose is fourteen!"
"But if I could my own chamber..."
-FLASHBACKORFORWARDWELLSOMEWHEREELSEATLEAST-
Ivan lazed back in his beach chair to the tune of
stereotypical Hawaii music. This was the perfect vacation:
a cold drink and a marvelous view, just him and the woman
he loved. Life didn't get any better than here in Porta
Reica, a small carribean island off the coast of Florida.
His life's work, the cloning chamber, had earned enough
money that he no longer needed to worry about such petty
things. He had more time to commit himself to his more...
otherworldly pursuits. Truly, his existence had taken a
turn for the great, all thanks to his genius. In fact, some
of the fruit of his genius just happened to be walking
towards him now.
"Good morning, Ivan-sempai," said the attractive string
bikini clad blue haired girl. Her voice was almost too
quiet to be heard.
"Good morning, Rei-chan," he replied. "I trust you
slept well after last night."
She smiled, betraying a small blush on her pale cheek.
"Yes, quite well."
"And you, Rei-chan?" he asked of the second girl, also
an attractive string bikini clad blue haired girl who,
oddly enough, looked nearly identical to the first.
"Yes, quite well," she blushed, betraying a small smile
on her pale cheek.
"And where is Rei-chan this morning?"
"She's still sleeping," said Rei 1.
"She was quite tired out after last night, if you
recall," said Rei 2.
Ivan sipped his drink and sighed. It was nice to
finally settle down in solitude, he decided. Just himself,
the beach, and Rei 1 through 2,697- each one tailored to
his own specifications. A Rei for all seasons, if you will.
He watched the various Rei playing volleyball,
swimming, and tanning. They were all so beautiful, he loved
each and every one.
Rei 1 excused herself to join in the volleyball game,
leaving Ivan and Rei 2 alone. "Would you like me to rub
some sunscreen on your back, Rei-chan?"
"Oh, yes, Ivan-sempai."
He reached for the bottle of SPF 1000 sunblock and
began. Life, he said yet again, was grand.
-ENDFLASHWHATEVER-
"6,297? Are you crazy Ivan?" Adam exclaimed.
"I didn't think it was too much."
"But why'd you stop there?"
Everyone was dead. Or close to dead. Or had run away.
The large humanoid monster with no skin and large claws
looked around, again confused. The otaku it had been sent
to kill were nowhere in sight. In fact, if its senses were
correct, they were no longer anywhere in a twenty mile
radius. 'Damn,' it thought, 'there goes my christmas bonus.
She'll leave me for sure. And the boss is going to kill me.
Again.'
The monster spun around a couple of times, hoping that
it could cause something to happen. It failed.
It went in the back and leafed through the piles of
various tapes. 'Just gonna pass the time until they either
come back or the boss comes and skins me alive. And I do
hate having skin. Damn. This is all anime. Oh well.'
Its first few attempts at popping a tape into the
v.c.r. resulted in total failure, as well as gutting of the
tape. Eventually he figured out how to grasp the cassette
gently between his claws, slip it into the slowt, and press
the play button softly. He sighed as the opening credits
began. 'I hate these stupid porno cartoons.'
"And... lift!"
Jeff strained and hoisted the awkward unconcious form
of Patrick onto his back.
"Good job, Jeff. You make the ultimate pack mule. Ivan,
you keep watch while I lead. Thats fine with you Jeff?"
"Uh..." Jeff tried to protest from under the large
bulky jacket and the scrawny human thing inside.
"Glad to hear there are no objections. Lets go!"
They marched for more hours on end, the cold and the
stress wearing on them all, not to mention the annoyance of
Patrick repeatedly insisting that they could find their way
out if only they followed the Magical Carp's directions to
Highway 123.
'Maybe,' thought Ivan, 'if I skin Adam alive I can make
a fine fur coat out of him.'
He began searching through Patrick's pockets trying to
find some sort of cutting tool, pausing every few minutes
to fix his hair. Just when things seemed about their
darkest- the only pocket left was the dreaded left over
condiment pocket- the group rounded a corner and was
astounded to find themselves in a cave of ice.
The ice itself wasn't very astounding in and of itself.
However, the fact that it was glowing an even bluer shade
of blue signified something to the travelling travellers.
On top of that, suspended in mid air before their very eyes
was a girl who had stepped directly from the pages of Sexy
Anime 12 Year Old Magazine. Clad in an outlandish costume-
loose yet surprisingly form fitting at all the important
bits- and her green and purple hair danced in a
non-existant breeze- as opposed to the fiendish hellwhip
air currents which currently tore at our heroes.
Her eyes were closed and her lips wore the silent
expression of non-feeling.
Jeff let his burden fall to the ground, the resulting
bump on the head temporarily returning Patrick to reality.
As all things change, so did this. Her eyelids rose
like the dawn and when she saw them her lips lifted into
what could almost be a smile. The swoons of the four echoed
throughout the empty cavern, filling it with life.
"YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Take that foul
monster!" Jeff screamed as he fell through a dimension hole
onto a table to the left of the large humanoid monster with
no skin and large claws. It failed to pay him any
attention. He watched in surprise as it tried to wipe a
tear from its lidless eyes, but in the process gave itself
a nasty gash with its claw.
"It appears," Jeff said, "that he has been moved
emotionally."
On the small tv screen, a giant suit of battle armor
was falling to pieces after a tremendous alien attack. "Oh
no! The last episode! Not again! I wasn't supposed to see
that yet! Evil cretin of darkness! Now you will pay!"
Jeff launched himself again at the monster, only to be
casually bapped away like a tennis ball by the engrossed
creature.
The narrator looked around for a second and realized
its mistake. "Wait, this wasn't supposed to have happened
yet. Oops. Too late now."
The ice crystals melted away from in front of her and
the girl began to descend to the ground softly, like a leaf
in the fall or perhaps more like a maiden walking down a
transparent staircase. Either way, when she touched the
ground, the glowing died down immensely.
She walked towards our heroes and broke the spell.
"Hi! I'm Eternal Guide Number 3,425,769 12 Year Old
Girl at your service."
"duh... wuhduh?" asked a slightly disoriented Patrick.
"Don't pay any attention to him. He's with me. So, do
you play any sports?" Adam flirted.
"...." Ivan said as he silently made his presence
known.
"Wow! Nice underwear!" Jeff exclaimed from behind her.
"So, whats a pretty lady like yourself doing here in an
interdimensional ice cavern, Ms. Little Girl?" asked Adam.
"Please, call me 69. Its the nickname my friends used
to call me. I'm hoping that we'll be friends," she said,
again gagging on her dialogue.
"Oh, sure. I bet we'll be very good friends. Close
friends. Nice friends. Wait, your name was 69?"
"Hai."
"Oh, my. I have a feeling that she might cause some
some trouble," he said from the ground in a rare case of
foreshadowing.
"So," Adam repeated with increasing intensity, "whats a
pretty lady like ourself doing in an interdimensional ice
cavern?"
"Actually, I was waiting-"
"I wasn't kidding! This underwear is absolutely
fascinating!" Jeff interrupted.
"...." Ivan said, pushing Jeff out of the way.
"I was waiting for four bravve men-"
"Well now that I'm here, perhaps you'd like to go
someplace a little more private? Perhaps a little warmer
too?"
"No, see the four brave men are supposed to save the
universe from the dastardly menace! I'm supposed to take
them to-"
"A love hotel?Thats where I'd guess judging by that
underwear. I find it to be avant-garde and truly artistic.
Though how you stay warm while wearing it is a mystery to
me," said Patrick, temporarily taking leave of his
hallucinations again.
"Will you guys stop looking up her skirt? I'm trying to
put the moves on her!"
"What?" she asked.
"I'm trying to have a meaningful conversation with you
and all these perverts can do is look up your skirt. Very
nice underwear by the way."
"Oh... thanks... WHAT?" She proceeded to smash the
amorous Adam with a mysterious magical mallet that promptly
disappeared to wherever it had come from.
"Oh the pain of love," he moaned.
"I can't believe these are the heroes of legend. There
has to be some mistake," she thought outloud, watching Ivan
kick the unconcious hallucinating Patrick. "Oh well, the
boss is the boss..."
"Ummm... follow me... or something..." she said then
walked off through a wall, which turned into a previously
unnoticed passage.
She turned back to Adam. "And drag that dirty long
haired guy along, will you?"
"Hey Ivan, don't forget about Patrick, will you?" said
Adam.
"Jeff, remember to carry Patrick, okay?" said Ivan.
"Hey, Patrick. You've got to... damn..." he said, then
dragged Patrick's disturbing body after the others and
straight into a commercial break.
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Jeff is kneeling down, staring up through a sewer
grate. Through the grate he sees the sunlight, blocked
every few seconds by girls in skirts walking over head.
<<<<<END COMMERCIAL BREAK>>>>>
The room 69 had led them into was vast, and littered
with ancient wreckage that doubtless could have fetched
hefty prices from anyone seeking to study universal
anthropology. Assorted broken technologies in various
states of disrepair seemed to have just been haphazardly
tossed in various places, as though some cosmic teenager
forced to clean his room had stuffed all his megaweapons in
this little dimensional closet in haste so that he could go
out on a friday night. As they walked, she gave them
something that could have passed for a guided tour of
Disneyworld, if Disneyworld had ancient superdevices
instead of rides and made no bones about telling you that
you'd have a horrid time here no matter how much money you
fork over.
"Fading memories," she muttured. "Thats all they are.
Just relics of a battle that happened over ten thousand
years ago, a war that was hopeless from the very beginning.
A pointless fight continuing even to this day. Oh, here we
are."
They stopped in front of what was perhaps the grandest
piece of garbage they had ever seen. It extended long past
where their field of vision ended and probably was the size
of a small city. It had more holes in it than swiss cheese,
and looked like whatever it had been had shut down right as
it had begun transforming into something vaguely humanoid.
"Oh that?" she asked, noticing the direction of their
gaze. "Thats just the cheap remains of Gloval's SDF-1. You
know, the Robotech version. He put up a pretty good fight
till the end. Who cares. Old knews."
"Old news? This is awesome! Imagine bringing this to
animazement! The supreme cosplay!" Adam drifted into
visions of glory and prizes, a place where we will not
follow him.
"Hey, hook longhair up to that machine over there. The
one shaped like a barber chair. Yeah, just set him in and
put that helmet on him. That should get him back to
normal," she said indicating a certain long unused device.
"I was kind of starting to like him insane and
comatose," said Ivan.
"As opposed to insane and constantly talking?" asked
Jeff.
"Oh, and drink this," she said, thrusting her
exagerated bosom in Ivan's face.
"Erk... ermm... fear of women... going to be sick..."
"No! Are all of you perverts? I meant the soda!" She
pushed an aluminum can into his hand, then did the same to
Adam and Jeff.
"Where did you get these?" asked the blond headed hero.
She pointed at an automated soda machine that was
currently driving around in circles underneath the SDF's
main missile battery, apparently chasing its own
non-existant tail. She opened another can and poured it
into a small bowl connected to the barber chair machine.
"So, 69, what are we doing here?" Adam asked. "And can
we go somewhere more private to do more of it?"
"You guys needed to drink those. Its Jashid, the super
beverage."
"I think I remember watching a commercial for Jashid
not too long ago. Isn't it some sort of miracle drug?"
"Yup. Developed by anime fans for anime fans. It'll
also awaken your superpowers so that I can send you on your
merry way and get back to bed. Sorry, I know I'm supposed
to be guiding you to greatness, but I really am very tired.
I had a very nice dream where I murdered my boss brutally
and set up his head on a pole outside of my humble little
house in the country."
"Kowai," they boys said in unison.
"He's so annoying, thinks he's some great and ominous
villian. Always holding the paycheck until I finish the
job. No advance payment at all, and nothing for expenses.
Had to take out a loan just to buy breakfast this morning.
And I was having such a nice dream too... but silly me, I'm
talking so much. I don't usually talk this much, I'm just
irritable right now and its basically you four's fault. If
you didn't exist I could be doing something easy like
narrating for Mazinger Z or something, but no... I had to
be landed with the hard job. And right after that
anipocalypse thing, too. That was my last job. I hate
this."
"Wait," asked Patrick, now truley and fully returned to
consciousness. "Did you just say anipocalypse? I had this
vision not to long ago, see..."
"Of course, you were hallucinating."
"No. Before that. And this thing happened which some
mysterious divine feeling mentioned was an anipocalypse.
So, what is it? I remember not liking it very much."
"I don't really have time to explain right now.
Remember, you guys have an evil monster to slay back at the
Anime Parthenon, remember?"
"Oh, yeah."
She looked around at the teenagers. From that one over
there picking his nose to that silly one with long hair,
she had absolutely no confidence in them.
"So, does everyone feel sufficiently superpowered? I've
really got to send you on your way now." She pressed a
button on a mysteriously sudden keyboard and a huge
dimensional portal opened up, sucking the automated soda
machine into another dimension. Specifically, Earth.
"That was interesting," remarked Adam. "I wonder how it
will fare in the harsh reality that Earth presents."
At that second, they watched through the portal in
horror as the machne wandered innocently down a dark alley
trying to figure out what had just happened, where it was
brutally mugged.
"Oh, my," said Patrick. "Thats not what I was expecting
at all."
69 pressed another button on the keyboard, and the
portal began displaying the image of the war-torn Anime
Parthenon. Cases had been cracked, people were scattered
around like Dorito crumbs after a party, and blood was on
everything."
"So which of you is the leader? He goes first."
"Jeff is," said Adam, pointing at the unremarkable
young man.
"Close enough. We'll sort it out later when there's
more time." She grabbed Jeff by the collar and threw him
through the portal onto the waiting humanoid monster with
no skin and large claws.
"Thats horrible!" Patrick said, wretching. "I have
never seen a noble battle go so horribly wrong."
Ivan smirked. "Jeff has reached new heights of
patheticness."
The crumpled figure on the screen whispered under its
breath something that could barely be made out as, "Thats
mean, guys."
"Okay, he failed. Your turn next, Long hair."
"Umm... do I have to, 69?"
"YES!"
"Do me a favor, and drop me right outside the front
door of the store."
"Whatever."
She pressed a few buttons and then the long haired man
stepped through.
"Okay, you two go with him."
"What?"
She glared at the remaining two boys. "I'm just going
to get it out of the way now. Give me a call if you beat
that thing. Goodnight."
With that, the mysterious room of relic disappeared,
leaving only three confused teenagers standing on the
threshhold of the battered remains of the greatest anime
store in Northern Virginia.
"I'm going in," Patrick said with grim resolve. "I've
spent all of my life searching for something to protect. I
may be new to anime, but it has given me more than anything
ever could. Even if it costs me my life I will defeat that
monster and make the world safe for anime fans everywhere!"
"Thats the spirit, Patrick! We'll follow right behind
you!"
"I'm so glad to have friends like you to support me,
Ivan. It makes the world seem a little less cold... but
there is no time to be sentimental while duty calls.
PATRICK HASSHIN!" he yelled as he leapth through the glass
door, sending shards in all directions.
"Ouch." He picked himself off the floor yet again, and
pulled little bits of glass out of his skin. "You know,
each time this happens it hurts less and less. I just might
be able to do this!"
"That was pretty cool."
"You know, if a wimp like Patrick can pull of stunts
like that, imagine what we could do, Adam."
"Defeat evil and get fit at the same time? Make the
world a better place while spreading the joy and passion of
anime?"
"Actually, we could kick lots of peoples buts."
"Good enough. Lets do it!" They followed Patrick
through the broken glass door, but surprisingly, there was
no glass left to hurt them. Little did they know, but
they'd get their chance to hurt.
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