Disclaimer: although this Fanfic is inspired by seminal pottfic classic Thirty H's, the title is not supposed to be pronounced "Fifteen Y's" or anything of the sort. The only way to correctly say this fic's name is to say "WHY?!" For a fairly long time. Take care and enjoy.
Adol Christin was busy tuning his guitar, preparing for another epic concert, when the grim reaper appeared before him, wearing a pirate bandanna, a top hat, and a hood all at once. He said, "I am the will of the world, the end of all, but you may call me… the Jolly Artful Roger Dodger. Your fate was decided the minute you
- URKGH!" That was the sound of Adol physically telling the prophecy bullshit it could fuck right off whenever it wasn't preaching the gospel truth that Adol Christin was the unstoppable almighty Dragon Warrior 'n' shit. That is to say, it was the sound of Death getting killed. For a measly 10 sp, no less. After that, Adol made his way to the stage, where he, Dogi, Karna, Geis, and Estelle began to rock the fuck out. They played music so incredibly, orgasmically awesome that it could make one care about the mediocre and poorly-aged gameplay, story, and pretty much everything else. However, Romun troops crashed the party halfway through, like the fuckin' preps they are. With their persistence, One wonders why Adol hasn't yet eradicated them with his BURNING ERESIAN JUSTICE! "Zoiks, Scoob!" Adol said sarcastically. Geis played along, "Let's get back to the mystery machine…" "...and RUN THESE FUCKERS OVER!" Estelle finished. They obviously didn't have an actual van, seeing how cars weren't invented yet, so they decimated on horseback. However, these horses were Robo-Horses, capable of firing lasers made of hookers! And these hookers…. WERE MADE OF SANDWICHES! The Romuns died deathedly as they were steamrolled by like nine deadly sins at once. The intrepid musicians of worldwide phenomenon Celcettin' the world on fire rode on, drunk on power and in the mood to cut off another one of Satan's dicks. So on they rode onwards, and on the way they encountered and promptly fucked up the likes of Rangoas and Magodra-Slefs and look man I'm running out of ys enemy names to throw out here, I can't even remember what a Magodra-Slef even is.
AN: (well damn I lost my groove. Just watched Your Name today and now my minds drifted to how Mitsuha's gay for Okudera and I had this Ys song playlist qeueud up on SoundCloud but it backfired cuz now I'm listening to chiptune gust of wind. DAMMIT! Where did my ludicrously testosterone-fueled mood go? Black wings just came on, but it's too late. End of Chapter. Barry, leave this in."
AON(Author's other note): (I don't ship those two, by the way. If anything it'd be an OT3, but I imagine many of you are sick of hearing about that movie, so I'll stop talking/writing/typing)