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-Chapter 2 - The Propostition-

It was another boring day for Panty. There had been a definite decline in the number of Ghosts that were around the city, and, as much as she hated chasing the little bastards all over the place, it at least gave her something to do. Without them, and with the number of quality guys dwindling, she was starting to get bored and irritable. Geek Boy certainly wasn't helping things, either, as he kept harrassing her to play some stupid game he just got his hands on.

"For the last fuckin' time, Geek Boy, I don't want to play your stupid videogame!" Panty shouted as she, her sister Stocking, and the aforementioned Geek Boy, Brief, walked through the school hallways.

"B-but Panty, it's supposed to be the next biggest thing in gaming!" Brief said. "You can actually change your partner's real-world environment!"

"And why would I want you putting shit all over my place?" Panty replied.

"Well, I... uh..." Brief stammered.

"Would you just forget it, we're not gonna play your stupid game," Stocking said, brushing her hair out of her face. "Why don't you go find some of your geek friends to play with?"

Brief stood silently for a moment, then began rifling through his backpack. He pulled out four envelopes adorned with a green house and the label SBURB, and handed them to the two sisters.

"W-well, I managed to get a couple extra copies of the beta, so if you two change your mind and want to play, j-just let me know, okay?" Brief said. Suddenly, a bell rang throughout the school. "Oh man," Brief said. "I've gotta get going, I'll be late for class!" Brief took off down the hallway. "See you later!" he shouted, waving as he rounded the corner.

Panty looked over the pair of envelopes in her hand. "Well," she said as she examined the game. "I could probably sell this thing, make a quick buck." She, along with Stocking, stashed the discs in their bags. "So, Stockin', you just wanna ditch or something?"

"We might as well," Stocking said, pulling out her class schedule. "Sex-ed's boring as shit anyway."

The two of them turned and headed for the nearest exit. Just as they were about to push the doors open and exit the building, a familliar voice sounded from the hallway behind them.

"My, my, my, skipping classes. That's definitely against the rruurruus, isn't it, Miss Kneesocks?"

The Anarchy sisters whipped around simultaniously, drawing their weapons on instinct. There, standing at the other end of the hallway, were the Demon Sisters, Scanty and Kneesocks.

"Now, now, don't be so hasty, girls," Kneesocks said, eyeing the weapons. "We merely wanted to talk, we aren't here to cause any trouble."

"Okay, so start talking," Panty said, not putting down her pistol. "And make it quick. My arm's getting tired, and who knows when my finger might slip and pull the trigger."

"That's fine, what we have to say won't take very long at all," Scanty replied. The demons walked closer to the angels, who kept their weapons at the ready. "Now, Miss Panty, what would you say to me if I told you you could have any man you ever wanted, no stuffy priest hanging over your shoulder, telling you what to do, for all eternity?"

"And Miss Stocking," Kneesocks continued. "What if I told you you could have a never ending supply of sweets, dessert, and delicacies, available to you at the slightest whim?"

"I'd probably ask how the hell you two managed to find a way into Heaven," Stocking said.

"Yeah," Panty agreed. "You two have a stash of Heaven Coins some place or some shit?"

"Heaven?" Scanty said. "Oh, no no no, this is FAR greater than Heaven. This is an opportunity for you two to become gods of your own realm!" Scanty wrapped her arm around Panty's shoulder, and gestured with the other into some vast, imaginary, cosmos. "Imagine it! Panty and Stocking, Gods of Creation! Rulers of all of the Universe!"

"Okay, I'm changing my answer," Panty said. "Now I want to know where I can get some of whatever the hell you're smoking."

"This is more than some halluctination," Kneesocks said indignantly. She paused for a moment. "Tell me... have either of you heard of a game called SBURB?"

Stocking suddenly remembered the games Brief had given them, and pulled her copy out of her bag. "What, you mean this?" Stocking asked.

"Ah, so you each have a copy, then!" Kneesocks said. "Wonderful, simply marvelous!"

Scanty pressed Panty lightly against her, and continued speaking. "Miss Kneesocks and I have discovered from an outside source that this game is actually a tool for escaping the apocalypse," Scanty explained. "Not only this, but it also serves as a way for the player to create their own universe! The Ultimate Reward is, of course, for the players to become the reigning gods of said universe."

"Sounds like a load of bullshit to me," Panty said, prying herself out of Scanty's grip. "If that were true, instead of completely fucking insane, why the hell would you be telling us this?"

"Your right, it does seem a tad ludicrous," Kneesocks agreed. "And the most rational thing for us to do would be to leave you two to die a horrible death. However, there seems to be a rather bothersome technicality for actually achieving this grand reward."

"As it happens," Scanty said. "It needs to be a team of four players, and they all need to be roughly the same age. So, to make a long story short, we need the two of you to complete our team."

Scanty produced a couple of pieces of paper, and scribbled something down upon them. "Now, we'll understand if you need a moment to think about it, but please, do consider it." She handed the slips of paper to Panty and Stocking in turn. "Here is our contact information." The Demon Sisters pushed past Panty and Stocking, and walked out the door.

"We bid you adieu!"

Panty and Stocking simply looked from the slips of paper given to them by Scanty, to the game in Stocking's hand, to each other.

EverSoNitro: Shift narrative style

Time: Jump forward

You are now PANTY. It is now LATE IN THE EVENING. Ordinarily, you would be going to DATEN CITY'S ASSORTED NIGHTCLUBS, in search of a GUY to sleep with, but a PROPOSITION made a few hours ago by A COUPLE OF TOMATO COLORED SKANKS to you and your SISTER, STOCKING, has been keeping the both of you distracted. You are currently in your BEDROOM. Within your BEDROOM is you LAPTOP, your BED, and assorted EMPTY CONDOM WRAPPERS.

What will you do?

Panty: Shriek like a crow and piss on your bed

What? No, that's stupid.

Panty: Sign in to chat client

You grab your LAPTOP and open it up while sitting on your COMPLETELY DRY BED. Opening up PESTERCHUM, you notice that none of your CHUMS are online.

Thank god, you fucking hate talking to all of them.

You take the PIECE OF PAPER given to you by THAT SCANTY SLUT out of your PURSE CAPTCHALOGUE. Examining the PIECE OF PAPER, you find the CHUMHANDLES of THAT SCANTY SLUT and THAT KNEESOCKS BITCH, and think for a moment.

You and STOCKING had discussed the PROPOSTION almost all day. After much debate, you finally came to an agreement. You open the ADD CHUM window, and type the handle "devilishSophisticate" in.

As the handle appears in your CHUMROLL, it appears that she is ONLINE. You click on the name, and give your final answer.

PESTERLOG:

- sexyBlondie [SB] began pestering devilishSophisticate [DS] at 21:34 -

SB: alright bitch

SB: we're in

DS: Ugh, your typing is abominable, you know that?

SB: stfu, will ya?