This one is old and completely stupid. I am not sorry about it at all.

"HAHAHA! Success!" Pester shouted happily. Dastardos rolled his eyes, flipping his whacking stick into the air and catching it.

"What did you make THIS time?" He asked. Pester smirked, holding the gun-like object in his hand. He extended his arm, pointing it at Dastardos. The reaper wasn't looking, and he couldn't see what was going on.

"Well, let's have a look, shall we?" Pester said, pulling the trigger. Dastardos had just turned around when he was hit with the rays of the gun. Pester watched in amazement as Dastardos flew back, crashing into the wall behind him. Pester let out a loud laugh, proud of himself that he had hit Dastardos before he even noticed. Now he was waiting patiently to see the results, walking over to get a good look at his minion. After all, the gun wasn't designed to kill anyone- rather it was to knock them out long enough so Pester could get his seed out and he wouldn't have to listen to the screams of the dumbass island girls when he would start to-

"Well Golly, that ray hit me faster then a Shellybean on a treadmill!" A high-pitched voice sounded suddenly. Pester raised a brow at the statement, confused about what it said, rather then try and figure out who the heck snuck into his base.

"Shellybean on a... That doesn't even make sense!"

"Tee-hee, of course it does silly Juicygoose!" The voice said again as Dastardos started to get up. But Pester was too pre-occupied trying to figure out where the voice was coming from instead.

"Show yourself you bastard!" Pester screamed out, glaring around angrily. The voice then giggled.

"Turn around then, Pesties," Pester turned around, but he only saw Dastardos, though something was different about the pinata reaper. Dastardos had one fist on his hip, and his hip was sticking out like the way a girl would do it. He had a big smile on his face, and his other hand came up to cover his mouth in fake-surprise.

"Whoopsie! Looks like you found me~" He said in a sing-song voice. Pester just about dropped his gun.

"Dastardos? Was that you?" Dastardos looked back and forth playfully, his spiky silver hair swishing a bit as he did so.

"Of course it was Pesties. There is no one else in here except you, me, and that creepy Arochnid over there that is looking at me as if I'm some Taffly or something..." Dastardos muttered, taking out his Whacking stick and chucking it, "DIE YOU COCKSUCKER!" The Arochnid screamed, trying to get away as fast as it could. Unfortunately, it was too slow, and the impact of the stick made it explode, making the candy spill everywhere.

"BULLSEYE~" Dastardos screamed in the sing-song voice. Pester couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"What in the world is wrong with you! This gun was supposed to knock you out," Pester muttered, now looking down at the metal in his hands, "Or maybe the gun wasn't supposed to knock you out... Maybe instead, it makes people EXTREMELY out of character!"

"Oh Pesties, I knew you were smarter then an Ellephanilla in a Spelling Buzzlegum!"

"... or maybe EXTREMELY annoying." Pester muttered, throwing the gun into the trash can beside him. He was angry- another failure! Not only does it mean he can bag a bunch of women, but now he will have to deal with Gaystardos from now on- and mind you, it will NOT be a win...

Dastardos licked his ugly bottom lip, wrapping his arm around Pester's.

"Come on Pesties, we have SO much we gotta do!"

"Yeah? Like what?" Pester muttered. Dastardos smiled wider at that statement.

"You know, like tattoos, piercing random places on our bodies, dying bright pink and blue streaks into our hair- not to mention the hot YAOI sex we are going to have when we get back!" Dastardos said excitedly. Pester's eyes widened.

"WHAT? SEX?"

"Tee-hee! I bet you're all big down there!"

"EWWWWW! I WILL NEVER HAVE SEX WITH THE LIKES OF alright lets go," Pester said, leading Dastardos out the door. Experimenting a little couldn't hurt... Right?

"Oh Pesties, you make me hornier then a Flapyak!"

"Okay, you SERIOUSLY have to stop those weird... whatever they are... and stop calling me 'Pesties'!" Pester growled, locking the door behind him before going to town with Dastardos.

~IN ANOTHER PLACE IN THE REAL WORLD

"UGH... That took FOREVER to write!" A young teenage girl said, closing her laptop. Bags laid under her eyes, showing how tired she was. That, or she has been on the computer too much... AGAIN!

"Now that I got thatpairing done, I can get on with my life and finally do some straight stuff-"

"Not so fast, bitch." A cold hearted voice said from behind her. The girl turned her head slowly, seeing an extremely pissed Dastardos with his whacking stick in his hands.

"Oh shit..." The girl muttered.

"What kind of shit is this? A shitty-ass ME AND FUCKING PESTER?"

"Oh come on! It's just crack! It's not cannon or anything," She said, "Or IS it?" The sly look she gives just about did it for Dastardos.

"... That's it fatass. You have now bought yourself a death wish."

"OH shit... and I'm not THAT fat!"