Disclaimer: This is a different version of the peaceful revival, where it's much more gruesome and brutal, along with having a main character that's a complete sadist who loves blood and gore and all that crap. He does have some depth to him, but I don't wanna rush it out by revealing it straight away. I want the reveal to be natural. Anyway, enjoy!
The country of London was indeed a unique place to live in for more things than one. For one thing, it was not only a beautiful place to live, but it also had many cheery folk that walked around the towns and cities like there was literally nothing wrong. But don't qoute me on that; I've never visited London. This is a fictional world so I don't know. Anyway, almost everyone there...was kind. See, there's this bitch here who's a massive brat and loves to mock everyone she can and act like a cocky whore. I'll bring that up in a future whatever.
But the thing that this London at least was the most unique for, was the amount of Dalmatians it held. And this is the Dalmatian group we see now. There's like a whole crapton of them too, so I hope you're not allergic to dogs.
At least a hundred Dalmatian puppies were running down the sidewalk with their owners trying to keep them from running off too far. The male one in particular was very kind and cheery, giving off a kind and soothing voice. "Calm down puppies; we'll be home soon enough."
One of the Dalmatian puppies jumped onto a mailbox. He wore a red hat with black stripes down it and had a scar on his left eye. What that was from is beyond me for now. Anyway, he wiped his forehead with a relieved sigh and turned to the audience. "You have no idea how hard it is to live with over one hundred relatives. It's not like I care how hard it is, I just live however I can. But even if that wasn't the case I'd much rather bite off someone's organs as soon as they tried to break into my house and steal stuff."
The Dalmatian puppie saw his parents walking behind their owners and jumped onto his mother, who was none other than Perdita, wife of Pongo. "Greetings mother. Rather boring walk today, isn't it?"
Perdita let out a soft chuckle as she replied. "Don't worry Slit. As soon as we get home you can play Xbox all you want. Until it's dinnertime of course."
Slit nodded and then heard some kind of shouting coming from ahead, knowing the exact voice being one of his owners. "Let go of my purse you crook!"
Pongo and Perdita ran on up ahead with Slit backflipping off and following, wanting to see what the whole thing was about. Some kind of robber was shown pointing a gun at the other puppies and taking the woman's purse. "Anita Dearly. Kinda thought you'd be stronger." The robber walked off and then called some sort of number, only for a bullet to shoot his phone. This was none other than Slit, who held the gun with a smirk and then held it up to his mouth and blew the steam. "Ah, a wiseguy eh?" The robber charged at Slit, only for Slit to dodge the robber's kick and run up the robber, punching him smack on the face and making him fall.
Slit cocked his gun again and aimed it right for the robber. "Hey dude. You said it; not me." Slit shot another bullet and hit the robber in the arm, pulling out another gun and walking forward. "I'd like to introduce you to my two most violent companions, Bloodlust and Pain bringer. All three of us would like to introduce you to your death. And don't worry." Slit aimed both of his guns at the robber with one gun pointed sideways over the other, with both of them right in front of the robber's face and making him fear for his life, with his expression of horror showing it all. "Your relationship will be intimate."
Slit shot the robber with both bollets and showed his brains on the inside, with his head then falling to the floor. Slit scoffed and walked off with the other puppies being surprised, with one of them praising him with a head rub. "Nice one there Slit. Still got the old open fire."
"It's just what I do Lucky." Slit replied as he put his guns away, showing his cockiness as well as his sadism and free spirit. "And I love every second of the darkness it holds inside."
Slit was back at home playing video games with Lucky, who seemed to be a bit older than him. When Lucky grabbed a hold of his soda can, Slit took it upon himself to take his controller, confusing Lucky when he saw it come back. Slit landed the final few hits on Lucky, who became surprised by it. "Whaaaat? (Smirks) You cheated."
"Don't care." Slit replied as he tossed his controller back to Lucky, and he then looked at another brother of his, who had a black patch on his left eye. The black patched Dalmatian was working on a gadget of some sorts as he heard Slit call over to him. "Yo Patch; that future prediction thing done yet!?"
"That's not what I'm working on Slit! But I wish it was!" Patch replied and he then walked up to Slit and Lucky with his gadget. "It's a device that's meant to predict how fast a bullet can go within the meter of each kind of gun, and then scan it and give the holder that amount of speed. So if I can get some kind of speed from a sniper rifle or a golden glock, I could go at the speed of sound."
A chubby Dalmatian popped up behind Slit on the couch arm that Lucky was leaning on while eating a cheeseburger as Slit spoke. "Patch, you have an amazing habit of giving me gadgets to steal off of you." Patch put his gadget aside as Lucky then looked and saw the chubby Dalmatian. "Ah, Rolly. How's it going fatso? Enjoying the cheeseburger?"
"It's going fine, I'm not fat, and yes." Rolly stated as he said the first one with a polite tone, the second one with a blunt tone, and the last one with a cheerful tone. He then finished the cheeseburger and let out a burp, chuckling a bit upon it. "My most sincere of pardons. Anyway, mom and dad want to see us in the basement. Something about a farm."
"Well I hope it's just a rental house, cause I'd hate to leave this place." Slit stated with a smile. "Full of excitement, and adventure, and-"
Pongo and Perdita were explaining the scenario to Slit and his three closest friends (If at all.) with Pongo explaining the cons of living in the town. "Bank robberies, murders of all kinds, and now Anita's been robbed! Believe me; if the robber didn't threaten us with our own children I would've done something."
"That's easy to believe." Perdita added. "Anyway, Roger and Anita have been talking about this beautiful farm in the country." Slit and his friends seemed surprised by this, wondering why the others weren't there. "We told the others and they all had their own reactions in the groups they were in. We've spoken with them, and...we've decided we'll do it."
Slit and his friends were surprised by this and Slit pulled out his gun and put it up to his parent's, but it didn't shock them, as this was to be expected from him. "Let me make myself perfectly clear. (Screen closes in on Slit's face) We, (Screen closes in again) are not, (Screen closes in again) moving."
Slit was shown in the back of the bus looking out the window with a blunt look on his face. When the bus started driving off, Slit looked down at his friends and sighed. "So we ARE moving. At least they didn't take away my guns."
"Lord knows you would've just taken old deppression out if they did." Lucky replied with a chuckle. "Lord knows I wouldn't want to be in that scenario." Lucky chuckled a bit more as Slit slid down to them.
Patch saw Slit's look of worry and placed his paw on his shoulder. "Cheer up dude. It's not like we're moving to Detroit or anything. I heard that place is terrible."
"Something else I heard is that someone's going to die tonight." Slit's qoute made Lucky, Patch, and Rolly worried as he then put his arms behind his head. "Don't know which weapon I'll be using though. Maybe I'll use Bloodlust."
"Perhaps this will be a chance to branch out a bit." Rolly suggested with a positive and optimistic look. "Let's not forget that we can't assume it's going to be bad before we even see it."
Lucky wrapped his arm around Slit as he spoke up. "I can honestly relate to both sides of the spectrum. (Lies down) As much of a fun ride it could be, it's sad to see home go for good."
"No kidding." Rolly admitted. "I know all the meat shops in town. There's no telling how far it'll take to get to one now. It could take hours upon hours of waiting."
"Of course, we could move right next to one when we actually reach the farm." Patch pointed out, and then the bus was shown driving out of town. "It's only a matter of time before we see how London handles the country."
The bus parked in front of the barn with a female White Shepherd being shown lying down on the fence and seeing it drive up. She jumped down upon it and ran off, feeling a familiar energy when it got close enough. It was almost as if she knew someone on that bus. She didn't want to make it too obvious though, so she ran off. The bus stopped and opened up with Pongo and Perdita walking out, counting the puppies as they all got off. "one, thirty two, fifty six, seventy five, ninety two, and...ninety eight?"
Slit walked out of the bus and glared at his parents. "Just so you know, I won't let you manipulate me." Slit walked off and Pongo and Perdita shrugged, knowing what Slit was capable of. The young Dalmatian puppy then walked up to Lucky, Patch, and Rolly. "Well at least I have you three to hang around."
"Yep. That part should be a blast." Lucky agreed, and then he grabbed Slit by his head and gave him a noogie, making the young Dalmatian laugh as he spoke. "And we won't let any crappy scenarios wear us down in any way shape or form."
"Damn straight." Slit stopped Lucky from nooging him and looked at the audience. "Trust me. I'm not all sadist and emo. If I was then this wouldn't even be a thing."
"Slit; stop talking to your imaginary audience and cmon!" Patch called on ahead from the gate to the farm, walking off with Rolly as Slit walked on ahead with Lucky to catch up.
"It's not an imaginary audience asshole! They can leave reviews and everything!" Slit called back, annoyed at Patch's assumption. "Sheesh, the bloody nerve of that too smart genius. One of these days he'll know what the audience is like." Lucky chuckled a bit, being the most used to Slit's behavior.
Patch walked into the barn and despite the webs and stuff, he found it to be a suitable place to home for all the Dalmatians in the Dearly family. "Looks well structured enough to make a suitable place to sleep. And possibly even a few other things." Patch moved around the webs when he arrived at some sort of ladder. "Just get rid of the webs and all that crap and we'll be good to go."
Just then, a rather slender female dalmatian puppy popped down while hanging from a spider web line. "Does that mean we have to kick the spiders out?"
"Fraid so Cadpig." Patch broke to Cadpig, knowing how much she loved animals. "But hey; there's probably a lot of animals here. It's a farm, so there can't be a lack of them. (Rubs his chin) Kinda strange though. This place looks very familiar."
Rolly was outside talking to a blue pig and a younger pink pig, reacting to something they just answered for him. "No restaurants for miles!?"
"Nah, sorry kid. Countries usually don't get much service in that." The blue pig replied, but then he smiled. "But you're more than welcoem to join me and Dumpling for some grub whenever you wish."
Dumpling started eating from the grub pile and Rolly wasn't too fond of the option. "I'll pass, thanks." The blue pig nodded and ate with his daughter as Rolly walked off with a distrought look. "Well. This will take some effort to adapt to. But at least we're not in Iraq. I heard wars happen there." Rolly sighed. "Let's hope the others are having better luck with this than I currently am."
Slit and Lucky were walking around the farm as they looked around at the stuff they saw with Slit commenting on it. "Rusty fences," Some rusty fences were shown as Slit and Lucky then looked at something else. "Empty play land, I think," An empty hill was shown with almost nothing by it as Slit and Lucky then saw something else. "And woods that could actually potentially be fun." The woods were shown with Slit groaning in annoyance. "Forgive my whiny emo side Lucky, but I don't see any reason to like this place. It's just not where I grew up. Well, after the Cruella thing that is."
"Ah, lighten up Lucky." Lucky encouraged Slit, not minding at all about his emo side. "Pretty soon you'll be the fun loving side that your sadist side blocks out whenever it wants to. I know for a fact that we'll end up liking it here; just you wait."
"Pssh. Yeah, like we'll get a party for it." Slit deadpanned. "Of course, the only parties I've ever gone to are blood thirst parties, and even then that's not counting the birthday parties I have with my siblings."
Slit and Lucky saw a Sheepdog and walked up to him with Lucky signaling Slit to watch as he introduced himself. "How's it goin dude?" The Sheepdog looked at Slit and Lucky with Lucky saying their names. "I'm Lucky; this is my little brother Slit." The Sheepdog seemed a bit surprised by Slit's name, finding it unordinary. "Yeah, I can see anyone reacitng like that." Lucky then went to change the subject. "So...you watch Thunderbolt?" The Sheepdog seemed confused. "The Legend of Kion?" The Sheepdog remained confused. "Tv."
The Sheepdog was still confused and Slit spoke up with annoyance, wanting to get this whole thing over with. "He means cable dumbass."
"What's cable?"
The Sheepdog's question surprised Slit and Lucky, with both of them gaining blunt looks as Slit spoke up. "We're going to die here, aren't we."
"Maybe. Depends on how good your survival skills are. (Smirks) Name's Mooch by the way. Watch out for me." Mooch landed a punch on Slit's face, who rubbed his cheek and punched Mooch on the chest. The Sheepdog spoke in a sqeaky voice as he spoke up. "Good one."
"I try." Slit replied. "Get this straight though; I'm not one to fuck with. (Grabs Mooch's chest) If you even think of messing with me I'll crap down your throat and make you urinate in front of a crowd at your favorite band concert."
Mooch gulped and had Slit let go of his chest, hiding his fear and trying to act tough. "You're going to regret threatening me like that punk. You'll never make me piss in front of Linkin Park."
Mooch walked off with Lucky calling him out on his behavior from the hill they were standing on. "If you weren't a douchebag the Linkin Park thing would've caught out attention! (Looks at Slit) You're still a Linkin Park fan, right?" Slit nodded his head yes. "Okay, cool."
"I dunno Lucky. I know you're super optimistic and all that crap, but I just don't see-" Slit stopped talking and gave an open mouth smile to what he saw ahead of him. This confused Lucky, who waved his paw in front of him to catch his attention. When he looked ahead, he saw the White Shepherd that was shown when they all arrived at the farm, and she seemed to be whittling something. Slit gained beating hearts in his eyes which then formed into hearts that started floating above his head. "If heaven's secretly a mortal then that's her right there Lucky."
Lucky caught onto what Slit was thinking about and found an opportunity to help Slit adapt. "Cmon dude; go talk to her." Slit flinched, not having the social capabilities of his brother, which is one reason why most of his siblings aren't too fond of him. "Don't worry Slit. I'll be behind you. Well, technically next to you, but still."
Slit breathed in through his node nad out through his mouth, walking up to the White Shepherd with Lucky. "Hi; my name is farm (The White Shepherd looks at Slit and Lucky) and we just moved into the Slit- (Face palms and whispers) Damn it. (Talks normally) I mean I once stole my mom's credit card- (Whispers again) why the fuck would I say that? (Talks normally again) Boobies are-" Slit groaned and the White Shepherd laughed at his silly behavior, making him sigh of relief. "I was kinda worried there that you'd tell me to fuck off if this happened."
"Nah, I'm used to stuff like this." The White Shephered admitted. "I mean, I've had some dark moments myself, so I can totally sympathize with someone wanting to rebel a bit." The White Shepherd finished whittling and it was shown to be a sword of some kind. "I just passed my whittling class, so now I can do some more myself."
Slit took a liking to the whittling knife that the White Shepherd was holding. "Is that a first class whittler?"
"You bet. I finally got enough money to buy it. Just not in the way you expect." The White Shepherd explained, giving Slit a loving sense of mystery. "Oh. My name's Shine by the way."
"Your eyes show your heart shining."
"What?"
"What?"
Slit and Shine looked at each other for a couple seconds and then Slit changed the subject. "So yeah. (Lucky walks off) I was super blunt about coming here, but it's nice to find someone who has a similar interest to me." Lucky looked at Slit and Shine as he walked off and winked to the audience as he walked off.
Slit walked into the farm and seemed relieved to know that someone like Shine was residing there, and not just for her looks. 'Shine really is a wonderous being. She doesn't seem to be a sadist like me, but she does seem to have an interest in all kinds of weapon artillery. At least she's not a bratty princess, cause Patch suits that role just fine.' Slit walked up to Lucky, Patch, and Roly, with Lucky and Rolly watching Patch work on hooking up a Tv. "What's going on losers?"
"Just hooking up this Tv here." Patch replied as he hooked up another wire. "Looks like we brought a really easy one too. It got beaten up on the ride here, but I can still repair it." Patch hooked up another wire with Slit getting an idea as he walked up to him. When he saw Patch reaching for one wire, he handed him a different one, which Patch hooked up to the wrong cored and ended up electrocuting himself. Slit laughed upon seeing this with Patch giving him a blunt look and Lucky rolling his eyes while smiling and Rolly sighing.
"Alright douchebag, get back to work." Slit hooked the wire into the correct cord to save Patch the trouble and then walked back up to Lucky and Rolly. "So I hope we'll be getting a crapton of shows on this puppy, but if Mooch doesn't even know what cable is then we could be in for a rough ride."
"Could be." Lucky admitted as he and Slit walked up to the couch. "So how was your time with Shine?"
"It was a lot better than I first anticipated." Slit admitted, taking a liking to Shine's personality. "She's a lot better than all the girly girls I've had to handle. She doesn't seem to be everything you expect from a tomboy either."
"Frankly, I'd much rather spend my time with a tomboy than a girly girl." Rolly said when jumped onto the couch and pulled out a fudgesicle. "They're much less whiny about food options." Rolly took a bite out of his fudgesicle and let off a proud smile.
Lucky was sleeping with the other dalmatians when he saw Slit walking up to the ladder that helped them get up to the top floor. He seemed concerned for Slit and walked off to follow him, seeing the young Dalmatian run outside. Making sure not to step on his siblings, he walked over to the ladder and slid down it, heading off to follow Slit. When he saw him sitting over a hill and looking over it, he ran over to him to make sure everything was okay. When he ran up to Slit, he sat down next to him. "You okay Slit?"
Slit looked and saw Lucky sitting next to him with a concerned look. Since Lucky was Slit's closest friend, he had no problem sharing his thoughts with him. "I guess. Just...homesick." Slit looked over the hill again and looked back on the town they lived in. "Why did we have to move Lucky? Sure our home wasn't perfect, but at least it worked. This place I can at least say exists, but that's about it. And it's not much either; everything exists."
Lucky shrugged upon Slit's words and looked over the cliff with him. "Well you know dude. Sometimes it just takes time to settle into places. Funny enough, some of our other siblings actually took some time to adapt to our old home."
Slit became surprised by this and looked at Lucky with a question in mind. "Was it because they thought I was a racist at that one point?"
"No Slit. It had nothing to do with that." Lucky put his paw on Slit's shoulder as he spoke with kindness. "But listen to this dude. Sometimes it's best to just let yourself adapt to a new environment, even if you don't get along with it at first. Like, just look at the are around here. What does it tell you?"
"That it wants me to take a big piss on it." Slit deadpanned, and Lucky laughed a bit at his words and walked off with him. "I guess it couldn't hurt. Even if it'll be super painful and stuff."
"Well considering that you bring pain and people could see you as an Eric Cartman ripoff, I doubt you'll be feeling too much." Slit chuckled a bit at Lucky's jab at his personality, finding it rather charming.
Slit was sleeping with his hundreds of siblings as Patch walked up to him and tried to wake him up. "Slit. Wake up dude. We gotta get going." Patch poked Slit and became relieved when he didn't move. "Is he...is he dead?" Slit suddenly ripped a three second moldy cheese fart right in the face of one of his siblings (brrrrruuuuup). Patch sighed of defeat while also whiffing the fart scent away from him. "Nope, my nightmare continued."
Slit stretched and looked at his paw while rubbing his fingers together, looking at Patch with a rather sinister grin. "I ripped my morning fart Patch." Patch rolled his eyes and walked off with Slit shrugging. "Wanna get some slushies?"
Slit and Patch slid down the latter and walked over to the fridge, with Slit opening it and pulling out his and Patch's. "Good thing we brought them from home. I don't think this place was made to have a lot of water on it." Slit and Patch walked around the barn and Slit sipped his slushie. "I'm starting to see why you were so cynical about the place too. Not that I hate it, I just wish it had more to it."
"It's a living Patch." Slit and Patch walked out of the barn and saw Lucky and Rolly waiting for them, with Slit wondering what was going on. "What the hell is with the getup?" Lucky handed Slit a backpack that had Sonic on it, much to his approval. "Oh. Thanks."
"Mom and dad enrolled us in the school here. Luckily for us it's just a short walk." Lucky snickered a bit, wondering what the school had in store. "If we're lucky we'll get a secret passage into the girls bathroom."
"Isn't that perverted?" Rolly asked with a hint of innocence, with Lucky shrugging as the four of them headed off to the school.
"They gave you directions, right?" Slit asked, with Lucky nodding his head yes with a smile. "Okay, good. Cause I couldn't bother to navigate the area myself. Too much green on it. I mean I like green, but this is an overload."
Slit and Lucky walked up to their lockers with Slit opening his up with his new combination. When he looked inside, he saw that the place could be rather cozy for his stuff. "Looks well fit enough for everything. Well, once we get our books anyway." Slit slammed his locker shut and leaned against it, putting his paws behind his head as he talked to Lucky. "So tell me Lucky; brother to brother. What's up with you and Two-tone?"
"Not much." Lucky admitted. "I heard about this dance thing coming up at the farm that I might ask her to, but I don't know if I'll be able to do it." Lucky cringed at a terrible habit he had. "Besides; you know what I do whenever she talks to me."
Slit and Lucky heard Two-tone walking by with Cadpig as they talked about random stuff and they looked at the two of them as Two-tone spoke. "And the cons are that they make your eyes wanna cringe. That's why I only play them once a week, for two hours." Two-tone saw Slit and Lucky and greeted them. "Hey guys." Lucky puked on the floor, grossing out Two-tone and Cadpig. "Ew!"
Cadpig and Two-tone walk off with Cadpig speaking up. "He kinda reminds me of Stan Marsh in that way." Two-tone giggled a bit as Slit snickered at Lucky's total failure at getting the girl.
Lucky face palmed every time he said a word. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Lucky lied down against the locker and looked down at his vomit. "And it had to happen off screen; they could've done it off screen to where she couldn't even see the damn thing."
"Cmon dude. You gotta get some balls and make em grow on top of her ass." Lucky became confused for a moment and Slit whined and groaned at the same time. "You know what I mean dude. Take her out to a nice dinner and slap her on the face, then tell her she's hot and begin an abusive relationship that's not really abusive because you'll eventually stop the slapping part."
Lucky saw that advice as helpful in a sense and then he and Slit heard a familiar voice they heard from yesterday. "So you two transfered here then?" Slit and Lucky looked to see Mooch walking up to them with two of their brothers. "Looks like we've got the party figured out. And you two are gonna be the main course at the buffet."
"No thanks. You have enough cavities." Slit stood up and questioned his brothers joining him. "Do tell though; how on earth did a near mindless goon like you manage to convince Dipstick and Whizzer to join whatever the hell this little cavalcade is?"
"First off, this is my new gang, which these two helped to create." Mooch explained with a tough guy voice. "Second off, I just told them I'd give em cash whenever I could. Then I had them sign the contract, and, yeah. It all went off from there."
"You know he's not really gonna pay you, right?" Lucky asked, concerned for the well being of his brothers. "Hell, for all you know you could be getting scammed and can't break out of it because you're not old enough to use Whizzer's piss all over them."
Dipstick and Whizzer shrug with Mooch clenching his fist. "Talk to the fist if you want a complaint normies." Mooch, Dipstick, and Whizzer walked off with Mooch closing his eyes and looking up high. The posture worked against his favor however, as he bumped into someone that when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was someone he didn't want to bump into. Quivering with fear, he tried to think of a good excuse. "Oh, Shine. I was just-" Shine punched Mooch in the jaw and made him fall to the floor, glaring at Dipstick and Whizzer and making them run off.
Slit took a liking to how Shine took care of Mooch, Dipstick, and Whizzer and let off a laugh. "Nice one there Shine. Ol Sheepdog and his duo of piss drinkers really had that one coming, didn't they." Lucky laughed a bit more as Shine then whiffed her hair, walking off with a smile. "Mooch's jaw's probably broken, which is incredible."
"Sure is. He's always been an asshole." Shine walked off with a smile. "See you in class." Slit flinched when he heard that and let off a sigh of relief, feeling as if he could communicate some more with Shine.
Slit and Lucky arrived at class with the teacher sitting in her chair with her feet on her desk, deadpanning when she saw Slit nad Lucky. "Oh good, the last two are here late. Now I know who the rebels are."
"Yeah, (Flips off the teacher) fuck off bitch." Slit put his paw down and turned to the classroom. "So I'm Slit; I have been known for my sadistic attributes, but as long as you don't piss me off, or attempt to do so, we'll have an amazing time. Because believe me. You'll like my nice side much more than my dark side."
The teacher took an interest in Slit when she heard him say those words. "At least you're not a stereotypical rebel. My name's Mrs. Synchrome, and I'll be your teacher here. Older one; name, personality."
"Oh, right." Lucky cleared his throat as he introduced himself to the class. "My name is Lucky, and while I don't have the same sadistic side as slit, I can be a bit cocky and show off my ego from time to time, but I feel I'll be much easier to get used to than Slit. (Slit shrugs) Not to say you can't get along with Slit; it'll just be hard."
Slit and Lucky walk over to the class and Slit sits down in a seat that's right next to both Lucky and Shine. When he looked at Shine, he smiled, and then Shine waved to him and smiled back. Slit turned to the audience with a grin on his face as he whispered to them. "As long as I can get that ass, I know I'll have a fun time here. Good thing this premiere has two parts." Just then, a note got passed up to Slit and he looked at it, looking back and seeing a Cockapoo waving to him. Slit looked at the note and read it in his head. 'Lunch? It'll be easy to find me.'
Slit shrugged and wrote down an acceptance response on the note, passing it back down to the Cockapoo. The Cockapoo saw the acceptance note and pumped his fist. "Yes!"
"Keep it down Charles; the lesson's starting!" Mrs. Synchrome walked up to the board and started writing on it with Slit still feeling like something's off about this place. When he looked at his arm, it wrote BLOODLUST in all caps. His other arm said SADISTIC in all caps, with Slit wondering how this would work, since they were also in knife cutting. This was one reason he had trouble socalizing straight away, as these two words defined him exceptionally well. But he decided to drop it for now and focus as hard as he could. Just act cool.
Slit and his friends were walking down the cafeteria as they looked for Charles's table. When Slit saw Charles waving to them, he walked up to them with his friends and sat down. "Whatup losers? (Points to Charles) You the one who passed me that note?"
"You bet." Charles replied with an innocent and optimistic tone, and then he held out his paw. "Names Charles."
"I don't do hand shakes." Slit replied with a high five, and then he signaled Charles for a fist bump, which he accepted. "I'm not too up for the formal attitude, so I just act however I please. Don't give a crap what anyone else says."
"Well it's great to have you aboard." Charles pointed to his friends with his thumb. "There are my friends Jayden, Chris, and Shawn." Jayden, Chris, and Shawn waved to the Slit and his friends.
"Alright, so what're their gimics?" Charles seemed confused upon Slit's question. "Ya know; gimics. Their personalities. Actually, let me guess. (Points to Jayden) You're the overly sensitive one that can take a joke as long as it, along with criticism, is constructive."
"I also try my best to give off a good impression." Jayden added. "Can't go without one, am I right?"
"Eh. Five outta ten."
"Oh, you sassy bitch."
"And (Points to Chris) you're the cynical douchebag who flips people off." Slit guessed. "You also seem to have a don't give a fuck policy going for you."
"I got detention for flipping off all the teachers."
"Fantastic." Slit pointed to Shawn next. "And judging by your crutches, you're the smart yet slow disabled kid."
"Hey, you take that back!"
"Okay, I'm sorry; you're not smart." Shawn tried to cope with what Slit just said and found it hard to speak. "Cmon guys, introduce yourselves." Lucky, Patch, and Rolly went to introduce themselves as Mooch was shown watching them as he pulled out a walkie and gave someone a call.
To be continued
