And isolated he was again, surrounded by overly luxurious fabrics, and so very near a small child. Perhaps she wouldn't know.

It wasn't as if he had control of his emotions. Not anymore. All he could do is allow tears to involuntarily run down his face while some form of a demon posessed him, turning violent at any provocation as recently demonstrated.

It no longer mattered. He figured it was better for him to stay isolated. He had no idea why the many functions of his own body have been overcome by something else, but it didn't mean he was unaware of it. In fact, he was basically trapped in his own body and mind, somehow restrained, forced to endure the actions committed by this sadistic Thing.

No more, he decided. As far as the mental capacity the Thing had given him, he knew it was capable of doing greater evil. He no longer felt deserving of a name. Nor a nickname.

The now/allegedly nameless man stood up, taking off the boots that have caused him to endure additional pain, and prepared himself to mentally battle the Thing.

He had no way of knowing how to battle it, and deep down, he probably knew he wasn't going to win.

Nonetheless, he went.

"She's done."

Like before, an arm stuck its way out of the cocoon-like Saibota carapace. But this time, things turned out right. As Fusion helped Sorel out, he couldn't help but smile.

"It worked! You look legal! I mean 18!"

In some corner, Saibota Wheatley was stroking an enormous hardon to cut it down. That way he wouldn't knock her up or anything.

"Well, I actually wanted to remain 10. Y'know, 'innocence' and the fact that it may have actually been an advantage, but hey, it's your call. Guess that's what I get for being an idiot. And you..."

She walked over to Fusion.. and kicked him on the shin.

"No."

"But... But..."

Fusion's maturity took a nosedive as he started crying, curling in the fetal position in a corner.

"So," Saibota Wheatley began, "what do we do now? I have an erection that needs taking care of, Fusion's pretty much useless right now, and Aura could care less about all this shit."

"Way too much info, dude. Let's watch TV."

"Sorel, do you really think it is apropriate to watch TV during this time?"

"I can't think of anything better to do."

"Well, that was exciting," Beyonce snided.

Kim seemed to ignore the angry rants delivered to the photographer by her partner that day. In fact, she seemed to ignore everything that had been going on lately, only craving more of that strange, yet appealing creature. After several days of having gone without him, she opened her closet to grab her favorite coat and set out to find the creature.

The closet seemed to snap her out of her trance (if only temporarily).

"There's blood in the closet!"

"Oh my God! What's that?"

With a gasp, Beyonce pointed at a pile of dust on top of the blood.

"Poor Guy-Man... He got vaporized into a pile of dust..."

In the corner, a Saibota smirked, holding an ACME Disintegration Pistol.

"Or his head exploded," Jay-Z responded, unsure of what was going on.

"What if they think you killed him, Kanye?" Sir Elton John asked, his anger seeming to decline into depression.

"A man died in there and your first concern is Kanye getting framed?! The hell is wrong with you?!" Kid Cudi screamed.

Chief Keef left the house. Mostly due to confusion, shock, and the fear of being accused by the police.

"I don't know," Kanye sighed. "Kim, you know anything about this?"

But Kim was nowhere to be found in the immediate vicinity. In fact, she was currently outside, happily petting her enormous baby bump as Beyonce bitchily thought up both lyrics to a new song and a name to the Saibota baby growing inside her.

"I'll name her Black Rose. After all, we do need to outdo Blue Ivy's name after all."

But Kim was too busy enjoying the feeling of being so full to care.

Sorel's eye twitched upon seeing the news.

"What's wrong?"

Blood.

Just today, Kanye West had reported a death which had happened to occur in his closet. By the evidence left behind, the death appears to be either a suicide or homicide, with both executed by a gun. Out of respect, West refuses to share the name of the victim.

"It's strange. One day he's here, alive and well... Kinda. The next day, he's gone and then you find out he'll never come back. He was a good man. Good friend, good father. Was really talented, too. He was really immature, though. He called me a dick, tried too hard to fit in with us, and had a really bad taste in fashion."

Somewhere, the now-deceased-and-apparently-nameless Guy-Manuel flipped Kanye off.

But he might as well remain nameless, for he was merely a pawn.

Back in the hot tub, Kim was still busy enjoying herself. Slipping into the hot tub, she eagerly awaited her lover's arrival, waiting to experience more of that nice black dick.

And of course he'd oblige.

"Still carrying that one?"

"I'm never letting him out... All the others, but not him. He's too close to me for me to let him go."

"Good..."

Smiling through the mask, Noob eagerly pulled down his pants and jumped into the hot tub. Upon arrival, her legs guided him into her entrance, urging him to thrust. The woman's moans only added to the pleasure he was recieving. Despite not being close (in both terms of knowing each other and his own climax), he lost himself in the euphoria, sweat dampening the clothing he still wore.

He only stopped when he heard another voice.

"What are you doing?"

It was Khloe.

Kim smiled, looking at her sister over the mammoth belly bump she now had. "Hey, sis... Meet my lover."

She looked down at Noob, still eagerly thrusting away into her as he turned his head and glistening white eyes towards Khloe.

"Hello, Khloe... Want to get pregnant?"

"HELL NO!" Khloe shouted. Noob was obviously disappointed, because not only was she displaying a slightly higher IQ than her sister (emphasis on slightly), but also because he wasn't going to participate in a super-hot-stupid-bimbo-fucking threesome.

Unless...

Khloe continued to display her utter disgust.

"Khloe, Khloe, Khloe... Does your man really treat you so much better than I intend to? I mean, we all have heard about your intentions to divorce him... Why not give me a try?"

Magic was something he knew she would never be able to resist. After all, if he could keep her distracted for long enough, Kim's Saibota daughter could sneak up on her from behind and bury herself inside Khloe, turning her into nothing more than another worthless wench to be bred.

And to think, she would be able to resist.

"So a dude died in Kanye's closet, women are still mass-producing Saibota, and as far as we know, Sonya and Ashrah are having hot lesbian sex," Sorel stated. "Weeks ago, this would have been weird."

"This is what happens when the world goes to hell, apparently." Saibota Wheatley frowned. "Where's Fusion?"

A good question... He was upstairs in a damned cave-home filming Sonya and Ashrah as they got into it.

Fusion clung to an igneous stalactite, trying to act like a fucking bat with a video camera. As soon as Ashrah had initiated kissing Sonya, he pulled his dick out of his pants and nearly cracked his head open with a stalagmite, because, really, who the fuck does that? He obviously needed at least ONE HAND in order to not fall. Despite injuries, his boner was not killed, so he proceeded to stroke it.

Until an old, wrinkly, dead-looking thing spoke.

"Hi... there..."

Turning to look at Tom, he screamed, jumping fifty feet into the air like a fucking Batman ripoff before clinging to the stalactite at all costs.

"WHEATLEY! KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!"

"You do realize Wheats isn't here, right?" Sonya asked the young man. She turned to Ashrah. "Someone's getting a bit too dependent."

Ignoring Sonya's snide remark, she coaxed the young man down. "This is Tom, a victim of the Saibota."

"I... am... your... friend..."

"What the hell happened to you, Tom?" Fusion was admittedly quite disturbed at this turn of events and would've liked to simply continue watching the two hotties make out, but that of course wasn't happening.

"They... stole... my... soul..."

"Yeah yeah, this is hell. I know. Now hurry up and tell me what you know. I have gorgeous women to wank to."

Sonya and Ashrah quizzically looked at him before returning to their objectifying state. Tom pawed at Ashrah's cheek, snapping her out of the state, and in turn, helping Sonya.

"To be fair," Ashrah sighed, "I don't know the effects of the Saibota on men."

"Fusion?"

"Yeah?" He looked at her with eyebrow raised.

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

"What could I possibly suggest?" The women sat on rocks, anxiously, yet patiently awaiting Tom's revelation.

"Sit... Fusion?" Tom asked, unsure whether it was what he was going by.

"I thought you were going to ask me to bang you." He frowned, then turned to Tom.

"So, what happened to you?"

"You know... the five... stages... of grief? Well... it's like that... . Men... can be... infected... by Saibota... in... two ways... The first... is by... direct... contact... It is... faster... when you... have... an open wound... The second... is by... intercourse... in which... it will actually... enter through... the urethra... and infect you..."

"Like an STI?"

"Exactly... Now... this... is based... off my experience... but... I assume... the effects... are similar... First... you will... not... acknowledge... you are infected... But... when you do... you may... deny it... Then... you will... find yourself... in an... unstoppable rage... and you will... take it... out on... the first... person you see... regardless of... how petty... the reason... or what... the target... had done... to you..."

"Tom, tell me... Did you attempt to interfere in the Saibota's plans?"

"Yes..."

"That explains why it did what it did. That doesn't explain why you're in hell, though."

"I did it... for a good... cause... I admit... I was curious... I wanted... to see... the effects..." Tom looked at a small patch of magma. "I also admit... I regret that... It was... a stupid... move on... my part... But perhaps... I could... prevent... more infections..." He looked up again. "I... worry... I might be... late..."

"And so you are, Tom. It's too late. We have to get to Noob Saibot before it's too late."

He turned away from the man in disgust.

"Besides... I need someone to bang..."

"Hello," casually said a man. He looked around forty and was eating a baguette.

"Who the hell are you?" Fusion raised an eyebrow, wanting a bite out of the long stick of French bread.

The man did not answer, instead taking note of the wanting look in Fusion's eyes. Giddy, he held the baguette out in front of his crotch. Smirking, he asked, "You want this, don't you?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are, Emperor Palpatine?"

Stealing the baguette from the guy's hands, Fusion immediately began to devour the tough, difficult-to-chew-on piece of bread.

"Just like Panera..."

The man smiled, knowing the reference and feeling like the coolest motherfucker in the Netherrealm.

"Please... listen..."

"What?" Fusion was enjoying the baguette. He didn't care as much about the man he'd stolen it from.

"Another stage... is depression... No bargaining... just gradual... or punctual... depression... No rhyme... or reason..."

The man shrugged and walked away, holding in his laughter as Fusion continued to eat the hard baguette.

"Shut the fuck up, Tom. Myspace died on your watch. Smosh told me so."

He began to walk deeper in the Netherrealm, not knowing of the three - well, two if you discount the wandering and pregnant Kia - demonesses currently lying in wait.

The two demonesses pounced on the young man, holding a knife close to his cheek. His reaction was not one they anticipated.

"Oh thank God... Finally, someone to help me deal with my boner." He pointed to the blatant hardness in his pants, needing desperately to be satisfied.

"Hi, I'm Fusion. I'm looking for Noob Saibot so I can stop him from infecting the entire realms with his babies. I also need bedroom run. Who are you two lovely ladies?"

"I am Jataaka," said one, releasing the young man. "She is Sareena."

"As for your erection," Sareena told him, "no."

"But why not? I need this as badly as anyone else does. Besides, I'll tell you what happened to Kia."

He smiled at them, already getting naked and showing off his proud manhood.

Sareena was about to pull her top off when Jataaka stopped her. Aroused by this, Sareena leaned in for a kiss, only to be smacked by Jataaka. Finding it kinky, she tried again until Jataaka threatened to melt her face in lava.

"How do you know of Kia?" the apparently wiser demoness asked the naked young man, facing away from him.

The oddly impressive young adult stepped over to Sareena, placing his arm around her with a smile. "I'm guessing she looks like you two... And I don't ignore news like most people. She was in, I believe, France or some European country, gave birth or something."

The older man(the former baguette eater) muttered, "France?"

"What's it to you?" Sonya scoffed.

"Please put some clothes on," sighed the women.

"Come on, ladies... I helped you. Now can you help me?" He smiled at Sareena, resisting an opportunity to mention to the two women that they weren't exactly hiding that much either.

Sonya sighed. "Really, Fusion? You're becoming a massive douchebag. I swear, if you don't get your dick back in your pants, I'll shove the lower half of your body in magma."

And ignoring her, he simply came over and began to massage Sonya's shoulders. "Just relax, Sonya... We'll deal with the Saibota yet. Why so serious?"

"In her defense, she did warn you, and we have better things to do than to get laid," Sorel dully stated, hunched over a book.

"What're you reading, Sorel?" Aura smiled, turning to look at her friend while Saibota Wheatley and Kagura looked on. "I wonder what happens if we try that..."

Sorel looked up from her book. "A book on how to treat serious burns. I wouldn't have to read it if it weren't for two people in particular."

"I'm sorry!" Sonya yelled.

"'Sorry' isn't going to cut it."

Fusion's cheek twitched a bit at the lack of sex he was getting. Ashrah merely looked on, not forced to wear the stupid hat.

"Sareena, I know you have feelings, feelings that you can't fulfill. You... You wish you had Noob to yourself, don't you? Not having to be without him?"

"Fusion, aren't you forgetting something? As in, thanks to your dickery, your loins have been burnt to a crisp and you are essentially useless? It doesn't necessarily mean Sonya's off the hook, but despite not being able to fucking move your body, you are still trying to get laid. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"As for you, Sonya," Sorel continued, "We're set on reverting Fusion's legs and stopping Noob; don't count on ever seeing Wheats again."

He looked down at said loins. "Um... I don't think so, Sorel. I can still move them, see?" He moved said legs to indicate his ability to still walk.

"Wheatley wanted to tell you that he loved you. But you were too cruel and vindictive to him just because something happened to him."

"Dude, half your body's been dipped in magma. I doubt you can walk for long. And whose side are you on? Why are you suddenly painting Wheatley as if he was some sort of fucking knight? We don't even know if he has ulterior motives or not-"

"Yet we let him stay with us," Aura replied.

"Holy shit, I'm still alive. I should be dead. But this means..."

Before he could say anything else, a giant glob of Saibota fell from the ceiling.

"What the hell?! I can't- just- FUCK IT! Why do these pieces of shit have to ruin everything?"

"Does that matter? All of you, run! Now!" commanded Aura to everyone who wasn't a Saibota.

She turned to Wheatley. "Perhaps Sonya will believe you if you prove to be the noble hero you have never been."

"Indeed I shall."

And with that, Wheatley launched himself at the blob of Saibota.

"Wait, where the fuck is he going?"

"Apparently, he's going to battle the Saibota."

"But why?"

"Sorel, does it really matter?"

"No. But since we're running, how about we at least try to figure out where Noob is?"

"How?"

"I dunno, maybe we should follow the moans? Leave Fusion here to deal with Sareena and Jataaka."

"I guess that's a plan."

"Aight, let's go."

And with that, Fusion, whose legs were oddly still functioning after being dipped in magma, went off to pursue the demonesses while our more straight-minded heroes went after Noob Saibot. Was this a good idea?

Well, judging from the crackling noises Fusion's legs made, yes.