"And stay out!" A man was thrown out of a bar in New York City. The drunkard stood up, stumbling in the process. "Whatever! Your bar sucks anyway." The manager slammed the door. The drunkard spit on the ground out of despite and walked away.

The drunk murmured to himself as he walked down the dark alley. Mostly about "this Hick town" and "his Shitty life". As he walked further, the alley got darker. Then footsteps fallowed behind him. He turned around to see a dark figure standing before him.

"The fuck do you want?" asked the drunk. The stranger didn't reply, but stared back. The drunk wasn't pleased with being ignored. He walked up to the dark figure. "Hey! I asked you what the fuck do you-"

Before the drunk could make contact with him, black tentacles came out of the dark figure's back. Surprised, the drunk fell backwards. His eyes were wide open and a sense of fear seemed to fill the area. The drunk got up and ran in the other direction. But the tentacles grabbed him before he could go any further. The drunk screamed as he was being dragged closer to the figure. "No… No!" his voice echoed into the city.

"NOOOOOOO!"

In an office sat a man alone at a desk. The phone's ringing echoed through the whole room. The man answered it immediately. "Moshi moshi motherfucker." He said in a scratchy voice.

"There has been another incident." The caller said in a wheezy voice.

The man sighed. "What was it this time?"

"The body was found behind a dumpster. No eyeballs were found, blood was abnormally dark colored but still warm."

"God dammit." The man said. "I hate these little dicks. They're like tumors."

"What can we do?"

"… I may have found a solution. Give me a minute." The man scrambled through all his papers until he found the one that he wanted. "Here it is."

"What is it?"

"Apparently some asshole decided to apply to be a janitor here. But his resume sucks. But, it may be good enough for another job here."

He looked at the application. The name in box read 'Axl Crash' in chicken scratch handwriting.

At an apartment complex in New York City, in room 31, lived a man sleeping in a bed. If you could see the unsanitary conditions of the room, you could automatically tell that the man that lived here was unemployed and unmarried. The walls of the room were filled with rock band posters from AC/DC to Zeppelin.

The alarm clock rang, filling the whole room with its loud noises. "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE-"

The man clicked the snooze button.

Five minutes went by.

"WAKE UP! WAKE- click"

Then ten.

"WAKE UP YOU DUMB SHIT! WAKE- click"

And another ten.

"LISTEN YOU FUCKFACE BALLSACK! YOU BETTER BE GETTING YOUR ASS OUT OF BE-"

The sleeper slammed the clock yet again.

Fifteen minutes went by.

"WHY DON'T YOU GET A LIFE YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT! I'M A MACHINE AND I STILL GET MORE PUSSY THAN YO-"

The man kicked the alarm clock off table.

Another thirty minutes passed.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH A GARDEN GNOME CAUS' I'M NEVER GOING TO LET YOU SLEEP AGAIN! AHAHAHAHA!" The sleeping man had decided it was the last straw as he got up and stared at his alarm clock like he was out for blood. He then grabbed his alarm clock and threw it at the closed window. As it broke through the window and plummeted to the ground, the alarm clock still laughed maniacally..

The man yawned as he walked over to the mirror. He saw a tall, skinny pale as a ghost male. He had wavy dark brown hair that went down to the tip of his shoulders. His eyes matched the color of his hair. A soul patch grew on his face with a 5 o' clock shadow around it. The man smiled.

"This is going to be a good day." He then walked over to the bathroom, scratching himself in the process.

After a quick shower the man got dressed. He put on a pair of jeans with a hole in the left knee, a pair of red converse, and an open brown and white plaid flannel shirt with a black shirt underneath with a Bad Religion's cross-buster logo on it. To top it off, he wore a brown beanie.

The long haired man walked into the living room to check his mail left through the mail slot on the door. He picked the mail and skimmed through it. "Spam, spam, spam… ah! The response to my application!" He opened the letter to read the following.

"Dear Axl Crash,

We regret to inform you that your application for the job you were attempting to receive has been denied. This is due to the fact that the resume you sent did not meet our expectations. We recommend the following for future applications:

-Be careful to keep your application neat and clean. The one you sent in was wrinkled and torn; there was also a food stain on it. We believe it was peanutbutter.
-"Being a badass" does not count as a reliable skill.
-Please do not use your friend's pet cat as a reference. Or any animal in this case.
-Companies don't care that you own a pair of Bam Margera's underwear. Actually, the fact that you own a pair is mildly disturbing.

We wish you luck on finding a job in the future.

Sincerely,

Employment Opportunities
The Madison Square Garden Company's Administrative Offices"

"God Dammit!" Axl yelled as he crumpled up the paper and threw it in the garbage. "I think it's Fluffypaw. When they call, he's supposed to try and sell me." A knock came at the door. Axl sighed as he opened it. There stood a large old man with a beard and an eye patch.

'Just what I need.' Axl thought 'My landlord coming to bitch at me.'

"Now listen here, whippersnapper," said the landlord "I am tired of you skipping deadlines to pay the rent."

"Bro, calm down. I have a plan to get employed at-"

"You'll never get employed. You can't even get your foot in the door!"

"Well excuuuuuuuuuuse me, princess. I am trying my best here."

"Best ain't gonna cut it."

"Pff- what are you? My mom?"

"Listen, if you don't get a job by the end of the week, you're going to get a foot in your ass… While you pack your bags and leave my apartment complex."

"How the hell am I supposed to get a job in a week? Do you have a job opening for me?"

"Oh hell no, Fluffypaw told me about you." He lifted his chin while he left. "Good day sir!"

Axl was a bit pissed off at the whole situation. He slammed the door. "That's it. I'm not using him as a reference anymore." While walking to the couch, he kicked a random soccer ball lying on the floor. The flying ball bounced off the wall and straight back into Axl's face. Axl was knocked back by the unstoppable force. As stars danced around his head, the phone started ringing in his ear. Axl snapped back to reality. He got up just in time to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is Axl Crash on the line?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

"Yes, the manager of our company is pleased that you signed up to be an employee for our company."

Axl's eyes were shot open. "R-really?"

"Yes, the head of MRC is requesting an interview with you."

Axl remembered applying for that company. He never took the time to figure out what MRC actually meant. But hey, he got the job.

"Oh, thank you. When is it?"

"It says here" the caller hesitated for a bit. "Immediately if possible… and it also says that you can wear anything to the interview as long as your genitals are covered…"

"Awesome! Thanks!"

Axl hung up. He grabbed is wallet with a chain on it and walked out the door. There, he was greeted with his landlord. He stuck his finger in Axl's face.

"Oh, and another thing. About the toilet. You're not supposed to-"

Axl push him aside "Bitch, get out of the way. I have an interview to get to."

Axl got on the nearest bus to Manhattan. While relaxing, he decided to watch the television that was on the bus. It was set on a local news station.

"We have breaking news," announced the anchorwoman. "A man has been found dead in an alley in the Queens district. The details of the found body's condition were too gruesome to say on the air."

'This is said every time,' thought Axl. 'Why can't these assholes just admit that we have a serial killer in the city?' Axl sighed as he waited for his stop.

Axl walked into a building with an MRC logo on the doorway. He was then met with a woman at a desk.

"Yo," Axl said to the woman. She then lifted her head.

"May I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Axl Crash. I am here for an interview."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "In that?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"You can't be serious" The woman shook her head. "You're going to embarrass yourself."

"Yeah whatever, what floor is the manager on?"

"The highest floor, but he doesn't want his time wasted with yo-" The woman stopped mid-sentence to realize that poorly dressed man had disappeared.

Axl walked down the hallway to find the nearest elevator. As soon as he found one he pressed the button to call the elevator to him. When the elevator came to his floor, it opened to reveal a man sitting at the corner. He had messed up black hair and a mustache. The only thing he was wearing was sunglasses, a pair of red briefs and a silk red jacket. He looked up to see Axl stand before him. He let out a wheezy scream.

Axl Jumped back out of surprise. "What the fuck?" The man continued to scream at him. "Who the fuck are you?" Axl asked.

The man responded. "I'm Santa's brother… On crack"

"Yeah, you're on something alright. Why are you here?"

"I am the guardian of the elevator. Why did you come here?"

Axl hesitated for a bit. "I'm here for an interview?"

"Ah, you must be Axl. Please step in. I shall take you to him."

Axl thought for a moment that he shouldn't follow him. But then he shrugged it off and stepped in. Santa's brother then stood up and pressed a combination of buttons on the board.

"Why are you doing that? I thought that you were going to take me-"

"It's a secret code. The master does not want to be disturbed, so he put a secret combination on the elevator," responded the guardian. "Dumbass."

Axl threw his arms in the air and went with it.

The elevator reached the top floor. The floor only had a giant door. Axl stepped out while Santa's brother ran to the speaker box next to the door. He held the button to communicate with the person inside.

"Mah Brotha' it's me."

"What do you want?" The man on the speaker had a scratchy voice. "Can't you see I'm having some… alone time…"

"It's Axl. He has arrived."

"Ah shit, he's here? Hold on for a moment." After the reply, Axl could hear a zipping sound followed by sound of objects crashing. "Okay okay, let him in. But him only."

Santa's brother opened the door for Axl. As he entered the room, the giant door shut behind him. Axl could see the room. There was only a desk with a computer on it, an office chair facing away from him and a plethora of television screens behind the desks.

"Hello? I'm here for the interview."

"I have been expecting you Axl." The office chair spun around, revealing the man himself. He was an Asian with silky black hair, glasses, and a blue buttoned shirt. "You see, we are looking for new recruits, and you seem to be the one to get the job done."

"Ah yes." Axl replied "I'm sure those bathrooms need some cleaning."

"No, that is not why I want to recruit you." Axl raised an eyebrow after the comment. "You see, we have another task for you."

"What would that be?"

"Have you watched the news lately?" asked the unknown man. "There has been a bunch of killings around this city."

"Well yeah, I believe there is some serial killer terrorizing the town."

"Not Killer. Killers."

Axl shot back "Huh?"

The man stood up and walked around the desk "Axl, Do you know what MRC even stands for?"

Axl shrugged. "Nope."

The man stared back at him "Are you fucking serious? You applied to this place and you never knew what we do? Are you that stupid?"

Axl scratched his head. "Well-"

Suddenly the man laughed maniacally. "Just kidding asswipe. You see, we never show anyone what we do. Because we work secretly for justice."

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

"Axl, I want you to join us. Join us to combat these killers known as the Monochrome."

"Monochrome?"

The man pressed a button on his desk. The monitors behind him came to life and displayed many monsters brutally killing people. Axl rubbed his eyes to make what he was seeing was true.

"What the fuck?" he replied.

"These are the monochrome. Vicious creatures known to attack humans. Their purpose for attacking is still unknown. MRC stands for Monochrome Resistance Corporation. It is our duty… heh, 'duty…' Our duty to eliminate the monsters from this universe."

"Universe?"

"Am I getting a bit ahead of myself? You see, these creatures don't come from here. They come from another universe. They must be stopped at all costs."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Are you asking me to fight these creatures?"

"Well not technically fight them. There is a way to eliminate them all at once. These creatures have a total of 8 generals that wield black medals. I want you to kill them and steal their medals. If we bring all the medals together, it will have enough power to eliminate them all at once."

"Holy shit! So much exposition."

The man turned to him "So much exposition!"

Axl backed up a bit. "Okay, hold on. This shit is bananas."

Suddenly a voice called from a nearby room, "DID SOMEONE SAY BANANA! I LIKE TO LICK THE BANANA!"

The man banged on the wall from where the voice was coming from. "Shut the fuck up!" he then turned to Axl. "So, are you up for the job?"

"Listen," Axl responded "One, I have no idea what you are talking about. And two, I am not experienced with this vigilante shit."

"We will train you to assassinate the generals. But listen, if these monochromes are not eliminated then it will not only spread through New York. But the world."

Axl hesitated for a moment to think about this decision.

"I will not force you to make this decision," Frank added.

"I don't know," Axl answered "This is all coming too fas-"

"We'll pay you handsomely."

"Deal," Axl responded. "When do we start?"

We will be on your first mission tomorrow. I hope you are well prepared."

"Come on man. I didn't put 'Being a badass' on my resume for no reason."

"Right," the man said sarcastically

"Anyway, I didn't get your name."

"They call me Filthy Frank," he replied "But you can call me Sempai."

"Eh… I'll just call you Frank."