Smile, It's the End of the World

by T. F. Crosby

The wacky, weird and occasionally, maybe, poignant return in a brand new, as if there's any other kind, series. Watch Atmos' weirdness unfold before your eyes, maybe even ears. Now Playing: Annette

10. The Dark Ace?

i bask in the absurdity of it all.

The Dark Ace?

A raven-haired youth stared back at him. "Name's Aeryk," he said extending his hand. "You look like Red, but you're not Red." Ace eyed him. "So…you are?"

"The name's Aerrow."

Ace raised an eyebrow. "Sure…I'll go with that."

"He looks like the Dark Ace," Junko whispered to Piper.

Ace turned back to the fridge. Seeing the crude drawing—that wasn't Master Cyclonis—he said, "Who's the crude dude?"

"That's the Dark Ace," Finn said, suddenly not unconscious and standing.

"The who?"

"You know," Finn continued, "you look like a younger version of him."

"Is that good or bad?"

"That depends," Piper answered.

Ace dropped the carton and bowl on the table. "And who is this lovely lady?" he said, approaching Piper.

"I'm Piper," the navigator said. "Pleased to meet you."

Ace knelt down on one knee and took her hand. "The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure," he replied, kissing her hand.

Piper blushed.

Finn smirked. "Oh, yeah. This guy is smooth."

and incredibly, it's genuine

Now I get to use my gag for Aerrow's name.