Chapter 2

The weather was unintelligible here because this is a palace. These are the places that we can break into and make sure that bad people stop doing bad things or we can help people if we really need to but the rules can be sometimes situational but sometimes not because this is a palace and the depths of a human heart.

I, Steve (AN: this is a proper name, that doesn't stand out, so it's not weird) will save the day, as always. I'm wearing a big long trenchcoat, and nothing under it expect for a strap-on (AN: again, this is normal clothing for normal people, so it's not weird) because these are people clothes and I must only wear people clothes after the last restraining order.

I looked up at the palace we had left and walked over to near the entrance where the other phantoms thieves were, and Makoto was stood with them, because Queen is also a phantom thief, even if she did threaten us with blackmail and other fun things. Makoto looked at me, and raised her eyebrows, and I nodded sorrowfully. She then lowered her eyebrows, and raised them again, and lowered them again, and raised them again, then lowered them again, but then she raised them again, and my brain is confused.

Makoto summoned her persona, the motorcycle Johanna that can also be Anat if you talk to her a lot, but I don't, so it isn't. I didn't talk to her a lot because I only want the motorcycle, not Makoto. Johanna was a nice motorcycle, based on some priest lady, and had all the curves and contours that only real people have (AN: Johanna is a person, and because I say so, it's not weird) and Johanna makes me feel good inside, so Makoto brings her out when I need Johanna, and I need Johanna as much as I possibly can get Johanna.

Makoto twisted Johanna's handles, and made Johanna do donuts in the parking lot of the palace (AN: All palaces have parking lots, because that's where cars and motorcycles go, so it's not weird), so Johanna could get warmed up for the most amazing of experiences which was definitely about to happen.

Makoto then pointed Johanna in my direction, and began the long ride over with the powerful motorcycle and the engine roared as this happened. Makoto then struck me with Johanna, and I went crashing into the ground because that is what would happen when hit by a motorcycle. Makoto then did another loop around the parking lot, and I began to get more comfortable on the cold hard ground which was like my penis.

Makoto brought Johanna around again, and I pulled off my trenchcoat, leaving only me and my strap-on here, and Johanna rode straight over me, leaving beautiful tire tracks all over my supple young body, as my little friend began getting more and more excited about the events happening. I lifted the strap-on up, and began helping myself to it in the most sensual of ways, and things were beginning to get more and more enjoyable.

Makoto had parked Johanna a small distance away, and had walked over, because she had noticed the multiple broken bones I had and the pools of blood surrounding me (AN: This is what Steve wants, so it's not weird), but I just shook my head at her as she approached dismally.

"Makoto, please run me over with your beautiful motorcycle. I need to feel those wheels crushing my bones and skin to make myself feel alive again." I said happily, and Makoto just understood. There was nothing weird about anything I asked, because that is the truth of the things in this world.

Makoto got Johanna once more, and revved the engine again, bring Johanna full circle once more. Johanna fast approached me, and as the tight, rubbery wheels crushed me beneath them, I felt special juices come from my special region, along with a lot of blood and bone splintering from my now shattered ribcage. A piece may have punctured my heart, but it belonged to Johanna from the very start, then I died.