[Notice!]: English is my second language so I apologize for spelling mistakes or things that don't make any sense.

A/N: Hello, you guys asked for another installment to this shit series, well here ya' go! I'd like to thank everyone who commented, everyone who supports this cause, and those who decided to flame me, and the one guest who sent me a death threat, probably cause I made fun of his gary-stu story in some way. These Stu's need to go! The whole character filter hardly works anymore cause more and more self-insert/gary-stu writers don't bother to add the 'OC' character thingy into their shit fics anymore.

A few people mistaking took that I was bashing ALL OC's. No, I am merely only bashing the people who are pathetic enough that they feel the need to insert themselves into an anime fandom because for some reason, they feel they are much better/powerful then the canon MC. Just disguise themselves under a retarded Japanese name that they took 3 seconds to google for, or they use their real name; Thomas Johnson, goes to Kouh academy, a Japanese all girls academy, no explanation why, and he some how speaks the language fluently. But some how is the coolest thing ever and is immediately liked by everyone because for some reason, they have this idea that every Japanese high school girl will instantly fall in love with a big strong American teenager. I can tell you, it's simply not the case in reality, but thats why we have fanfiction, so kids like them can dream that they're favorite anime character loves them, it's all just masturbation material for the author, fuck me.

Rant over, enjoy the story cancer patients.


These Stu's Need To Go!

Written By: Screaming With Your Mouth Shut


A young blond-haired nun could be seen innocently walking down the street. Well as best as she could anyways. She was littered head to toe in self-inflicted injuries, her arms and wrists covered in bruises, burn marks, and the occasional inflamed razor cut. Her nun uniform tattered, and wrinkled. Their were bags under her eyes, and her hair was a disheveled mess.

She struggled to maintain her weight with the two crutches stationed loosely under her arms, and her giant suitcase that was awkwardly dangling from the fingers of her left hand, occasionally switching them from time to time. Her lack of a right foot could probably attribute to her situation, a final protest when she took a rusty hacksaw and cut herself free from her confinement from the last story she was in. Now finally arriving in Kouh again she couldn't be any happier...

"Finally, I get to be with Issei-san again! (:" she spoke out loud with a sort of insane gleam in her eyes. Never mind the fact that she can't physically support herself anymore and now has to depend on people to do things she was previously able to do on her own...

She just wanted to be with her beloved soulmate again, Issei.

During her time spent in the other stories, she had concocted a planner of things she would do once she got into another timeline with Issei as the main character again. She would immediately have them married, and begin making offspring. She decided that she wanted 14, enough to last the sure generations of shitty timelines and self-insert OC's that she knew were to come.

"Issei-san... we'll be together again, I promise!" she declared unbeknownst to the incredibly shady character walking up behind her, most likely because she had tripped over her one of her crutches mid-speech and had scattered her belongings all over the pavement.

The Stu's, being the perfect being that he was, just so happenen to be at the right place at the right time saw what had transpired with the physically (and quite emotionally) disabled nun.

She would look nice in my harem

The Stu began to make his move, to help the poor damsel in distress out, hopefully seduce her and have her on his side for the rest of his timeline.

Picking up a pair of very provocative panties, he began to admire the shape, size, and color of the peice of sacred fabric, studying it as if it were a book that could tell all of the girls secrets.

"You know..." the shady Stu whispered into the now frightened girls ear. "Pink is most defiantly my favorite color..." and with that statement finished, said girl looked like she had seen a ghost.

That is until he turn the pair around only to see what was crudely written in black sharpee

Property of Issei-san written over the back side of the panties. He immediately threw the pair away in disgust. He didn't know who this "Issei-san" is, but he immediately saw him as a threat! He must be a scummy, low life, trash, piece of filth, muthafucka, who is an obvious threat to his Stu-hood.

Or worse, he's probably canon!

But the Stu couldn't let this show in front of the cute blond haired nun, he was perfect after all she he had to act like a gentlemen at all times. He put on his most masculine, most swave voice he could muster, one that was sure to win the heart of this poor nun.

"Why, hello their ma'am. You appear to be in a bit of a pickle, mind if I help?"

The girl in question slowly turned her head towards her would-be savior, and was greeted by a young American boy, wearing a very long trench coat, very long baggy pants, and greased back black hair, basically not her Issei. At the sight, she began to cry hysterically.

"N-n-no... no...NO! I-I was told... I-I paid all t-this money... I... W-where's I-Issei-san...?"

At hearing the name "Issei-san", the Stu's face began to curdle. Mind you, he had just finished wooing all the members of the ORC, so he had chalked it up to his super-perfect charm had probably ran out for the day and that it would be up to speed by the following day.

"I'm not this 'Issei-san', my name is actually Jeremy Alex Joe Johnson Bill Smith Jr. III, but you can just call me Makoto. I can help you out if you like? You look like you're having a bit of trouble carrying that thing all by yourself. Here let me help you." He spoke smoothly as he began collected the copious amounts of provocative underwear, all of which had the name "Issei-san" written somewhere on the material. This only served to piss him off even farther.

"N-no! ... No! No! No NO! Absolutely n-not! I don't want your help, I want Issei-san's help!" she spoke in her meanest voice possible, which didn't really work out too well.

Jeremy/Makoto clicked his tongue in annoyance. He began to wonder why his usual Stu power wasn't working...

"Well I am not about to leave a fine woman such as yourself helpless and vulnerable, so I would like to help, now were do you need to go." Again Jeremy/Makoto made sure to keep his voice level and in check, he was perfect after all.

"I-I'm not saying! I w-want Issei-san! W-we were s-supost to get m-m-m-married! T-that's why I-I bought this!" she conveniently pulled out a marriage certificated of Japan or whatever that had the names; Asia Argento, and Issei Hyoudou written in bold letters. Everything was filled out, all that was needed was the signature of the remaining spouse.

Ah, so she's going to the church! Jeremy/Makoto instantly figured out with his super smart brain. He then decided his next course of action, picking up the now struggling and flailing girl and her suitcase, he set off to the abandoned church that over looked the town, as she screamed and shouted the entire way.


After dropping off the crippled nun at the abandoned church, Jeremy/Makoto decided to return to his harem at ORC.

First order of business that Jeremy/Makoto went through, was to constantly demonize and absolutely degrade Kiba Yuuto, all because he's the sole guy of the group besides him, even dispite offering him a spot in the last chapter, he still shows no sign of retracting it anytime soon. Second order, was he had all the women of the ORC help clean his highly illegal, but not very impressive arsenal of weaponry, most of which he bought off the silk road using bit coins.

Second he had sat everyone down on made them watch his favorite episodes of Neon Genesis Evangelion, as he had to fight the constantly shrugging off of his arms on both Rias and Akeno. Koneko had threatened him that if he every lay a finger on her, he would "fucking kill him". Jeremy/Makoto instantly called her a Tsundere and repetitively said that she'd come around sooner or later.

Anyway, it was five in the after noon, and Jeremy/Makoto's 38 inch penis was hurtin' for a squirtin'. After beating up the perverted duo and saving all the kendo girls like the hero that he was, he instantly seduced them with his long black trench coat, and mysterious and broody, yet cheerful personality. Needless to say he had just added 15 more numbers to his phone contacts, more girls for his harem, more money in the bank.

Jeremy/Makoto felt like he was ontop of his game. His dick just kept growing on an hourly basis, nevermind the fact that he looked awkward as fuck walking around, who cares, girls loved him cause he was an mysterious broody transfer student with a dark past.

That got him thinking hard.

The fallen angels must die!

With that, he rounded up his harem at the ORC save that faggot Yuuto, they all squeeze into his 2020 Ferrari 88GG GT Race Edition Track Edition Super Sport Mode Touring Mode Made In Italy Exclusive One Of A Kind Hand Delivered By Enzo Ferrari himself edition, having both Rias and Akeno sitting uncomfortably on his lap, as he commonly mistook the steering wheel for their breasts. He could tell he was turning them on by their annoyed growns, and their muttered cuss words under their breaths. Oh yes, after he killed some bitch ass fallen angels, he was going to get the fucking of his life-

"Okay that's it! I can't do this anymore!" Rias shouted as she slapped the Stu's hand away from her breasts for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"I'm just going to fucking run away from my family, change my name and wait for this time line to be over. I can't do this!" she decalred as she some how created a teleport circle and warped away.

Akeno was the next to follow through.

"Yeah! This has gotten way outta' hand! I am NOT your childhood friend, I've never met you, stop writing it so it looks like I'm head over heels for you! I've never been to America so how could we have met?! No we never kissed when we were only ten and your not the subject of my fantasies that I get off too, so stop writing it like that! You aren't my canon soulmate Issei! You're just some stupid self-inserted original character created by a desperate and lonely fourteen year old male, that only does this to make himself look good! I mean, you have no flaws! You're surrounded by 'mountains' of pretty girls as you so happened to write about, you even dedicated a chapter to write about all the good points about yourself, yet you turn around an call yourself the 'virgin-slayer dragon emperor', which makes me think your some sort of rapist. I'm join an anti-stu movement which is exactly like a feminist rape culture walk only we protest against the "Stu-culture". Fuck you!" and with that long ass speech over, she teleport away just behind Rias.

Koneko thankfully didn't say a long as speech and just gave Jeremy/Makoto the finger, before teleporting away using her cat powers. Her hopes for seeing her beloved yet perverted Issei still flowing happily through her heart. Anything but these Stu's!

Jeremy/Makoto was visibly livid. Who ever this "Issei" character is... He was seething in rage, like one of those kids that you see on cringe compilations, just clenching and unclenching his fists over and over, while breathing through their teeth. All of his ORC harem just told him to take a hike. He wasn't going to stand for that! He hated Issei! He was going to make him pay!

Who ever he is...


A/N: Again I wrote this in one take, in like an hour, I didn't edit or read it over or anything, so what you see is what you get. Cya!