Song: Rich Kids by New Medicine

Just to let you guys know, this will contain some Devil May Cry bashing, feel free to give ideas to torture my OC. A boy tries to convince everyone that Dante, Vergil, and Nero are real and are trying to get their revenge on him.

Meet the Douche

"My name is Dante..."

"...bullshit, it's over."

Okay, where do I start. I recently heard of the DMC 5 and thought that's cool, till Ninja theory fucked it up, so now as I turn off my laptop I went to grab my devil may cry disks.

"Looks like I got to get rid of this shit." Right after I said that, I broke the DMC 1 disk in two and tossed the pieces behind me. Not that I care about some stupid game about some guy with white hair killing demons with guns and a giant sword. It's pointless. What got me into that shit? My older brother Sam, he's an addict plus that was his game and I got three more to go.

I found DMC 2 in one of my drawers and broke the disk in multiple pieces. I got DMC 4 out of my PS3 and proceeded to scratch it with my switch blade making deep circles and X's and blurs of scratches. DMC 3 was hard to find, but to tell the truth I didn't want to ruin this one. I don't know why, but every time I see the character Vergil, I feel my stomach churn, but not the homo way I mean. Didn't matter though, the fucker was hard to beat and I have another reason to hate him, so I got my lighter and began to burn the disk. As the disk slowly turned black and was withering away, Sam opened my door.

"Carter what to do think of the new DMC...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" Sam starred at me horrified at what I did to his precious Devil May Cry games. "Dude, I let you borrow my games and you fucking ruin them! I paid a lot of money for that shit! God, why!" As he gripped his bronze shaggy hair.

"Well I'm not God, but DMC just turned to shit so I'm doing you a favor. Also you could have bought them at amazon." As I said that the flames on the disk burned my fingers then my hand, I hissed at it and I swear I smelled smoke.

"Serves you right asshole." Sam left after that. My whole left hand was completely burned, but not to serious, I guess if you count the whole burning red flesh not that fatal. I was about to grab bandages, but the ashes somehow formed words.

You're so dead

Something bad is going to happen to me isn't it? Well whatever, it's not that Dante and the DMC crew are going to get me, right? Someone please say right.

Carter Allan Wester

Appearance : Black hair in layers, spiked at the bottom tips including both bangs, pale olive skin, hazel colored eyes, wears black shirts with neon colored messages(which get him sent to the principle office, if you get what I mean) and to cover it he wears either a dark blue or red sleeveless hoodies, wears black skinny jeans but are baggy and ripped around his ankles, and black converse.

Home life : Lives with his older brother Sam, his mom Susan and his father remarried and left them at the beginning of his freshman year

Personality : Cynical, states the obvious, easily gets bored of something, he sometimes gets that sunny mood at times, rarely gets shocked or scared, short tempered and gets irritated at many things, antisocial(but he does has one friend), and has no respect for other people's property, tries to be unnoticed by others

Hobbies : Goes out to hang out in a club called Sparks which is a dancing and drinking and teens having a good time, drives around his block listing to the radio for about an hour, reads, and plays video games until he finishes them, texting his friend Tod when he has nothing more to do, plays his guitar when he writes a song, and draws at his spar of time.