(Wheel of Fortune Music)
"Hello again and welcome to another episode of Meeting of the Juniors! I'm your host, the 'Hell Sings for Death!' Junior!" HSFD announced as he stood on a stage made of skeletons, "Tonight we will be answering questions you, our fans, have left us, and meet a few more of our counterparts!" He announced, grinning madly as he sat in his large host chair, made of skull. Or, if you want to be blunt, a Skull Throne.
"Why do you get to host it, again?" RDR asked curiously as he sat in a guest chair of his own, made of tentacles.
"Because I am the craziest of you all!" HSFD announced proudly.
"No, it's because The Author happens to write these meetings on your chapter files," Chthonologist answered plainly as he leaned against a wall, "You have something between your teeth, by the way, RDR," He informed bluntly, the Cloning Junior pulling a bit of black fur from between his teeth.
"Have a cat snack on your site seeing trip?" HSFD asked with a grin, getting a glare in return, before turning to the fourth wall, "As you all are probably aware by now, our oldest counterpart here of the AK64 universes, at the age of one year and seven-and-a-half months, has just reached his eleventh chapter, tying him for fourth in list of The Author's stories with the most chapters, but first in terms of pure word count! He hits 100K next chapter people! And thanks to all of you, he's recently hit 13K of views! Relatedly, he is the only GT fic to reach over a hundred reviews, making him the most reviewed GT fic on this site, and currently the second longest GT fic behind Rosario Grim," HSFD narrated, RDR scratching his head, feeling a bit sheepish.
"In similar news, HSFD recently hit 666 views," Chthonologist informed idly.
"And by that decree of fate, I deserve an update soon!" HSFD declared as he stood in his seat and pointed to the heavens, before flopping back down, "But back to our guest of honor here, how does it feel to finally be getting out of Halloween Town?" He asked with a grin.
RDR raised an eyebrow at that, "Honestly? At the end of that chapter, I just wanted to turn back into a cannon and blow something up. However, I can't due to the fact that Mom would want to pull the trigger again," RDR said with a glare and a blush before shaking it off, "On the upside, I'll finally get a break. I just hope it's longer than Canon's, he only got like...what, three days before Mimi showed up?" RDR asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Sounds about right," Chthon commented plainly.
"Thank you, peanut gallery. And as our guest of honor, RDR will be answering his questions first," HSFD added with a grin.
"Joy," RDR murmured sarcastically.
"Don't worry; most of us didn't get many questions. You only got two from DPSS, and two general ones from the same and Nightmaster000," HSFD said dismissively, "What do you think of your "particular" title and will you make good on it?" He asked teasingly.
RDR looked straight at the fourth wall and flipped the middle finger, "I hate you all for making that joke stick," He said bluntly.
"Keep insulting them, maybe one of them will make fanart just to immortalize it," HSFD encouraged with another, gleeful grin.
"Fuck you. And I'm probably going to make good on it no matter what. Why? Two reasons. One, Minnie. Need I say more? And two: Since I don't know WHO my biological father is, any girl I meet is potentially my sister!" He pointed out.
"Ohh, foreshadowing?" HSFD asked teasingly.
"I hope not," RDR muttered as he sagged in his seat, "General questions?" He asked.
"When are you getting updated and what do you think of the rest of your counterparts?" HSFD answered with a shrug.
"I just got updated; we spent like the first two hundred words or so covering that. And I think it's bluntly clear that I find YOU annoying as hell. Just about every hentai Junior is a walking reminder of my title, every Pet-Junior makes me wonder if I'm going to end up like that, and Chthon back there kind of weirds me out. No offense!" RDR called over his shoulder.
"From you, that's a compliment," Chthon retorted effortlessly, "Well, your turn, Reaping Fuckr." He said with an roll of his hand.
"Don't mind if I do!" HSFD cheered as he looked for his questions, "Ahh, here we go! 'Your goal is to make your mother your slave? Seriously? What, are you trying to steal RDR's title as the Poster Boy for Incest?' To answer your question, no DPSS, my goal is NOT to make my mother my slave- at least, not exactly. My goal is to work my way into her pants in general. I said that StTD Junior beat me at my goal because...well, we ALL know he's going to be in her pants within ten years or so. So I said he beat me because he has her ALL to himself, and his beck and call! I'm just trying to tap that, so that's like my goal times a thousand!" He said, still amazed by that.
"Speaking of which…" Chthon said as he kicked the wall twice, a portal opening up as a very young Junior walked through and threw a rock at HSFD, square in the head, sending him off his chair.
"Stop spamming my email with death threats! I didn't do it on purpose, so leave me in peace or I will sick Mom on you!" Slave to the True Death Junior yelled in frustration before turning to leave, pausing to look at Chthon, "Thanks for the assist," He said, mock saluting before heading back home.
"Anytime kid," Chthon answered before looking at the camera, "He doesn't talk with us a lot, and he doesn't know when he's getting updated."
"And no, I don't want RDR's title. That is practically trademarked by now and he's got seniority around here." HSFD answered as he sat back in his chair, clutching his head, "Kid's got a mean arm..."
"Why is that rock pink?" RDR asked blankly, HSFD blinking as he looked down and picked up the projectile..., "That's a pair of Mom's panties, isn't it?" RDR stated in realization, his eyebrow twitching.
"Yes, yes it is," HSFD said blankly as well, "...Okay, Shrimp: 2, Me: 0. I'll have to be careful with that one," He murmured, "Anyway, I love my other counterparts. RDR is easy to tease and annoy currently, SoS is like having a Male-Mimi for a sibling, and I'd LOVE to have a drink with FoaH when he wakes up! As for the Hentai Juniors? It's an odd mix of being aroused and laughing my ass off!" He said with a grin, "Oh, and I'll be updated early next month in all likelihood, maybe even right after this."
"I'm going to be blunt here and just say I find every version of me somewhere between varying degrees of interesting and annoying," Chthon answered in a monotone, "To Nightmaster000? I study everything in the afterlives. Mainly in realms related to the Underworld and Hell, but I'll get to the other realms eventually. My family? Don't care much. And yes, my expertise is getting more and more noticed. The Author asked me not to tell you who I've worked with though…part of the surprise," Chthon explained with a shrug.
"Well, is that it?" RDR asked, tapping his claws impatiently.
"Actually, no. Chthon here is also qualified to answer questions about Nest Junior," HSFD informed with a grin.
"Oh Dark no," RDR said with a groan.
Chthon sighed at that, "Okay, Nightmaster? You mixed up Nest and Heat Juniors- Heat is Mandy's pet, Nest is the other one. And he's basically a tentacle hentai monster combined with a berserking RDR over there. So, his relationship with most girls is more like...breeders than anything else," Chthon explained delicately.
"Note to Self: Find a suitable world to try Nest's routine," HFSD said idly to himself.
"You know, if I had been berserk during Nergal mating season, that probably would have been what happened to me," RDR commented before blinking, "...I'm not sure how I would have dealt with that one."
"You'd be having way more issues as the Poster Child for Incest, and you'd probably have more fans for the perviness of it all," Chthon answered with a shrug, "Anyway, there is no female that Nest won't try and claim, and he avoids the rest of us because...well, he can get all the breeders he needs elsewhere and he doesn't see the point in fighting us," He elaborated.
"Well, now that that is out of the way, we have a few things to announce!" HSFD said with a grin, "While The Author has voted to, yes, write the Hentai GT fics, they will not be posted here as they'd probably get taken down faster than I can eat a female," HSFD explained vaguely, "Instead, they shall be posted on Archive of Our Own, which the author has three stories posted to so far: the First two chapters of RDR, Sakura's Gimp, and Minnie's Pet. We will keep you all updated on the status of future GT hentai fics through these meetings," HSFD explained.
"Onto the next manner of buisness, why are we the only ones here for this?" RDR asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I honestly don't know," HSFD answered, blinking as a letter appeared, floating right in front of him, "Huh, it's a message from the WDBFUA. "They're stuck in turbulence. And no, DPSS, I probably couldn't beat all the other Juniors. Why? Because I am not the only "God Junior" in the multiverse- there are at least six others. And even if I was, the other Demon-Reapers could have devoured me...which probably would have just lead to my mind and memories taking over theirs since I am one of the oldest Juniors in existence, having recreated my own universe and watched it all play out again while taking God's place in it all. In other words? I may not be the only God Junior, but I am the most experienced of them all at being God. That answer the question or just leave you more confused?"' HSFD read off, stroking his chin.
"He's actually right, you know. I've heard of some old Juniors, but none of them can claim to be fourteen trillion plus years old," Chthon commented in interest.
"I only know a small handful that are technically older than that, but they're not God Juniors, persay say," HSFD commented idly, "Also, he says "Brace yourselves,"" He added on curiously as his tentacles latched onto the chair of skulls.
Chthon raised an eyebrow at that, "Brace? For wh-"
"ACHOO!"
The whole room shook, sending Chthon tumbling into a heap of bones and RDR falling to the floor with three clones each half-way formed out of his back, "Great, and now my vertebrae are all switched around," Chthon said with a sigh as he pulled himself together.
"This just feels weird," RDR mumbled as he stood up, the top clone in his back waving at HSFD, who waved back with a chuckle, before RDR retracted them, "Now...what the fuck was that?!" He yelled in slight rage, his eyes lighting up, HSFD's eyes darting towards a fire extinguisher.
"Soo-Ray! That bas me!" A new voice called, making HSFD shoot out of his chair, looking up to see a new Junior was crouched on top of it. He was in human form, probably having a Nergal. He was also smiling stupidly, wobbling slightly, and his mismatched eyes were unfocused.
"...Who the fuck is this?" HSFD asked, surprised and a bit annoyed.
"I am Jim Greifer Gunner!" He proclaimed with a slur as he stood up proudly...and fell backwards off the chair, "Owie!" He yelled with a giggle.
"...I am speechless. That is rare," HSFD commented, surprised at this entire situation, "What is up with this Junior?" He asked, tilting his head, blinking his head as another note appeared in front of his face, ""He's a Permanently Drunken Grim Junior."" HSFD read off as an uneasy silence came over them.
"...Seriously?" RDR asked blankly, Drunken Junior sitting up, his tongue sticking out comically. "How is he permanently drunk? Better yet, how is he drunk at all? Does alcohol work for him?" He asked, annoyed at the prospect.
"Maybe nergals can't hold their liquor in his universe?" Chthon suggested with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, I got an explanation here. He...What?" HSFD asked with wide eyes, his jaw dropping as he read the note in its entirety, "He did WHAT?! What the actual FUCK!?" He yelled in disbelief.
"...What is your problem?" Chthon asked slowly, RDR just looking weirded out. Slowly, HSFD pointed over to Drunk...who was pulled out some things out of his mouth.
"...What the shit? Is that Scythe 2.0?" RDR asked, rubbing his eyes in disbelief as Drunk started to use it as a toothpick.
"Forget that! Is he juggling Dragon Balls?!" Chthon asked in alarm as indeed, the intoxicated hybrid was juggling all seven of the Dragon Balls with one hand...which then proceeded to glow and turn into a miniature Shenron, the size of a king cobra. Drunk proceeded to grin and bite of the head of the tiny dragon and suck the blood out.
"...You might want to read this," HSFD informed, handing them the note. The two grumpier Juniors blinked as they took the note and read it at the same time, their eyes slowly widening in horror while their hands shook as they looked up at the newest Junior, who was now chewing up the bones and flesh of the mini-Sheron.
"...The implications of this are terrifying," Chthon said shakily, "That means EVERY Reaper-Junior can potentially turn into THIS, even without a Nergal?!" He yelled, watching Drunk toss Scythe 2.0 into the air, grabbing it in his mouth, and...slurping it down, for lack of a better word.
"...I am staying FAR away from that thing," RDR said numbly.
"Which, this Junior or what turned him into this?" HSFD asked curiously.
"Both!" RDR yelled pointedly.
"ACHOO!"
This time, the ground did not shake. This time, a squid shot out of Drunk's mouth and hit Chthon right in the face, "...I quit," Chthon said with an eyebrow twitch, "I've rehabilitated zombies, I've studied the digestive track of the Leviathan, and I've even documented the mind breaking sight that is the Cthulhu mating season, but I draw the line at dealing with a Magical Drunken Demon-Reaper," He said with a twitching, nonexistent eyebrow before he grabbed the squid and threw it to the floor.
"Hey! Ya be nice ta Virginia!" Drunken yelled as he stalked over to Chthon, who backed away slowly, and picked the octopus off the floor and held it like a baby. Drunk glared at Chthon for a moment before blowing his tongue at his counterpart, bullets coming out of his mouth.
To Chthon's credit, he was prepared and didn't move a muscle as the bullets flew around him and hit the wall behind him. Once the shots were done, Drunk stomped away without a care, petting Virginia like a cat.
"How did you do that?" RDR asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm lucky," Chthon answered evenly, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving," He said as he opened a portal with his finger...Only for two Junior's to fall out. More precisely, DDC and SoS.
"Hi!" They both greeted with a grin.
"Get off me," Chthon grunted.
"Oh, I see you met our new friend," DDC commented as he stood up and saw Drunk sitting in the host chair/skull throne, still petting the octopus like it was a cat.
"Wait, you know this one?" RDR asked with wide eyes.
"Yeah, he somehow bumped into us while we were in the portals, somehow. We then proceeded to go on a short trip, got wasted and high with Venom Junior in the Multiverse Emperor Junior's version of Las Vegas, got VIP lap dances from girls from other dimensions, and pretty much lived out our own version of The Hangover," SoS answered with a grin, "I sent Dad and Sis some pics. They ROFLed."
"...Venom Junior?" Chthon asked slowly.
"Multiverse Emperor?" RDR asked with wide eyes.
"The Hangover!? Why wasn't I invited!?" HSFD asked accusingly.
"Well, you seemed really into doing this host thing, so we didn't want to bother you," DDC answered with a shrug.
"How are you guys unaffected by this Junior's bizarre reality warping?" RDR asked curiously.
"Madness," DDC answered simply.
"I'm a Red Nergal-Reaper. I think my mind and/or sanity is more or less shreded at this point," SoS answered with a shrug.
"...I repeat, Venom Junior?" Chthon asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah, he got the symbiote," DDC answered with a shrug, "His mom was a bit upset with the webbing at first, but since it all crawls back to him within an hour of use, she stopped caring," He explained offhandedly.
"...For the sake of our sanities, I'm not asking about the Multiverse Emperor for now," RDR said with a sigh, "So...why is the Drunk here anyway, exactly?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I didn't invite him," HSFD answered with a shrug.
"He's here on orders from AkumaKami," SoS answered bluntly.
"...Why?" RDR asked uneasily.
"Apparently, there were a few Juniors that The Author wants to introduce in future meetings, but...wasn't sure WDBFUA could handle them before they do some real damage. So, Drunk here is our Emergency Button, as it were," SoS explained. "He told me after he helped me get my tail back from a tiger catgirl," He added on.
"...Okay, are you guys just reading my Christmas list or something?" HSFD asked with a blank glare.
"What Juniors could The Author have possibly be concerned about?" Chthon asked skeptically.
"Umm, excuse me? Who are you all?" A voice called, making them all, Drunk excluded, slowly turn to face the newcomer. Every one of them suddenly fell over backwards with wide eyes and nosebleeds, green blood gushing from the Demon-Reapers and ash rising from the regular Reapers.
The woman before the group reminded them a lot of Mandy. She was flawlessly pale skinned with mismatched blue and gray eyes…and she was at least sixteen of age. Her chestnut hair went down to the middle of her back. And her outfit was entirely of Nergal flesh: a bikini top and bottom over her ample chest, shapely hips, and firm ass. To complete the outfit was an open trench coat of Nergal flesh that teased them with glimpses of her long, creamy legs, and her feet that were covered in blue, one inch-heeled boots.
Drunk, currently still petting Virginia was sitting in the woman's lap while she petted him.
"W-who are you?" RDR asked as he sprang up to his feet, the others following suit as well.
"Grima Reaper," She asked with a tilt of her head.
"...And this brings up a whole other level to Incest issues," RDR whispered with a gulp.
"...A female Junior," HSFD whispered in awe, blood still dripping from his nose, before wiping it away with a smirk as he walked up to her, "Pardon me, sweet cheeks, but you're in my seat," He said with a grin, using his tentacles to bring him up to her eye level.
"Oh? But can't you share?" She asked coyly as she snuggled into the chair, pulling Drunk closer into her cleavage, just making him grin and giggle drunkenly before he swallowed Virginia whole.
"Hmmm, I don't know, I can be a bit greedy," HSFD countered playfully as he leaned in a bit.
"Ohh, don't worry, there's plenty of room," She assured in a far too-innocent tone.
"...Is this really happening?" RDR asked blankly, "Is HSFD really flirting with a female version of us?"
"Yes, yes he is," Chthon answered simply.
"...I want some of that," SoS said, drooling, getting the rest of the Juniors to snap their heads in his direction, "What? My title is "Son of Sin" for Pete's Sake!" He reminded.
"He's got a point." DDC acknowledged with a shrug, "Besides...we were all thinking the same thing," He pointed out as all the Juniors sighed in agreement, silently admitting to it.
"Hmm, sharing with you is fine," HSFD said with a smirk, before looking down at Drunk, "Him, I'm not too sure," He added on thoughtfully.
"Ahh, don't worry, he'll be fine," She assured as she slid Drunk to the right side of the seat, the wasted Junior fitting snuggly before laying his head against Grima's right breast. She grinned and patted the left, empty space for HSFD, "Come on, don't be shy," She said teasingly.
HSFD was about to say something when Drunk hiccupped, the Skull Throne turning into a reclining massage chair, "...Okay, screw everything," HSFD decided with a grin as he got into the left spot and leaned against Grima's left breast as the chair started to vibrate, "Thhhhhis isssss thhhhe lifffe," HSFD said with a stupid grin on his face, brofisting Drunk.
"Sorry about him...We're male parallel versions of you," Chthon explained, wiping the ash from his face as he walked up to the trio.
"You are?" She asked, only a bit surprised, and somehow unaffected by the vibrations, "Ohh, well, that explains why you all smell so familiar. You're me!" She said with a chuckle, "And don't worry about these two. I'm use to that kind of reaction," She assured with a smirk that almost made Chthon drop dead of a heart attack, despite not having a heart to begin with.
'...I must study her!' Chthon thought in amazement as he made a tactical retreat, 'This is worse than when I interviewed those Succubi!'
"...Devil, your version of Mom must be proud of the way you dress," HSFD said with a grin.
"I wouldn't know. She's been too busy in the bedroom calling Dad Master Grim," Grima said playfully.
"...What?" They all asked in sync, wide eyed.
"...I'm in lovem" HSFD said blissfully as Drunk hiccupped again, the massage chair turning back into the Skull Throne, "Oh well, fun while it lasted," He murmured.
"Not to mention what I did to Mimi." She said mysteriously, "All I had to do was-"
"Grima, keep it Rated T!" A new voice came, from Drunk's wide open and unmoving mouth, "I'm already dancing on that line just by including you, especially with HSFD around."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean!?" HSFD asked in mock outrage.
"As you often point out, you got favors from Lilith, The Author answered bluntly.
"Don't worry, I'll be a good girl, Author." Grima promised with a teasing grin at the .
"...The Author can use Drunk as an speaker?" SoS asked in surprise.
"I'm not sure why, but that doesn't surprise me," Chthon commented idly.
"I'm surprised he didn't just do that with one of my clones," RDR commented.
"The Beta can do it too," Grima informed with the same grin.
"The Beta?" HSFD asked with a raised eyebrow before looking at Drunk. He then proceeded to jump across Grima's lap, to her surprise, pull open Drunk's mouth wider and...stuck his head inside, "DW? You in here, you scaly old wash-up!?"
"HEY!" A new voice yelled from Drunk as HSFD pulled his head out in surprise, blinking as he caught something that shot out of the mouth, "I might be a wash-up, Vampire Imitator, but I'm still The Beta around here! I still have favors with Akuma, so don't think I won't ask him to have your punk ass trapped in human form for a whole chapter!" He warned.
"Some people can't take a joke." HSFD said as he held up what he caught, "Is this what I think it is?" He asked with a slow grin as he gazed at the SM hood he was holding.
"It's pay dirt, let's leave it at that." Dragon Wizard 91 answered as Drunk closed his mouth and burped again before opening it, "Also, on the off chance anyone here has read my stories, they will soon be reposted on AFF, except for Beastia Erus which will be majorly rewritten before being posted there, though all of them are gonna be refined somewhat."
"We done with the shameless self-promotion?" HSFD asked plainly.
"Yes," The Author answered with a sigh, "Just get on with it, we still got one more Junior to introduce," He prompted, the mouth closing.
"Huh, you figure he would have stopped at the walking embodiment of sexiness of here," HSFD joked, pointing to Grima while looking at the others, who were staring at him oddly, "...Why are you staring at me like that?" He asked with a tilt of the head.
"...You just put your head...down his throat," RDR pointed out with a blank expression, SoS snickering with DDC while Chthon tried to keep a straight face with some success.
"Oh, ha-ha," HSFD said with an eye roll, "I'm the perverted one yet your minds instantly jumped to that?" He retorted, smirking as most of them stiffened.
"Son of Sin," SoS reminded with a raise of his hand.
"You're excused," HSFD acknowledged with a nod, "Now, who's the last Junior for the day?" He asked curiously.
"That would be me," A gruff voice answered, making everyone turn to see a eyeless Junior...except his hoodie and pants were white with red lines. RDR, unnoticed by the others, backed farther away as he recognized this particular Junior.
"Well, besides the fashion sense, he doesn't seem much to worry about," SoS commented idly...only to get a blade shot through his head. The others blinked as they saw a chain on the end that lead to this Junior's sleeves, who yanked it back and pulled SoS right to him, and grabbed him by the throat as he tore the sword out and held it to his throat.
"Care to say that again?" He asked lowly as he glared into the red, devilish reaper.
"No, my mistake!" SoS apologized, his face already healed, as the new Junior released him, prompting SoS to run behind DDC. The white-coated Junior just snorted as his blade went back up his sleeve.
"...Were those the Blades of Exile?" Chthon asked, stunned.
"Yes, they are," RDR confirmed as they looked towards him, "I met this Junior recently...his attitude makes Mom, in any dimension, look pleasant and friendly in comparison."
"Ohhh, never had the pleasure of meeting a God of War yet," Grima said with a smirk.
"Wench, you're not the first seductress to tempt me with her tongue, so either skip the games or shut your trap," GoW Junior retorted, unphased by her charms, "Of course, if it's a fight you'd prefer, I'll happily oblige that as well," He offered with a smirk. Grima just smirked harder and licked her lips.
"...Is he Kratos's son or his reincarnation?" HSFD asked curiously, moving away from the chair.
"No idea...are you actually scared of him?" RDR asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I saw what happened to Hermes when he pissed off Kratos. I'd rather not take my chances," HSFD answered warily, "And why are you scared of him?" He asked curiously.
"He ripped Clone in half," RDR answered simply, "We didn't even provoke him, he just...ripped him in half," He added on to get the point across.
"Cease your incessant whining, you miserable fool," GoW ordered with a glare of annoyance, "Your duplicate put himself back together not ten seconds later," He reminded.
"...Okay, I have to ask?" Chthon spoke up cautiously, "Have you ever torn out a Cyclopes eye? If yes, are they really hard enough to not squish while doing that?" Chthon asked curiously.
"...Seriously?" DDC and SoS asked in sync.
"What? Finding a regular Cyclopes isn't very easy anymore," Chthon retorted with a shrug, "Most of them are either crossbred or otherwise altered in a way that helps protect their eye."
"Yes to both, Scribe," GoW answered uninterestedly before turning to Drunk, still snuggled into Grima's side, "You, Drunkard! One day, I will get you back for what you tried to do to me!" He promised, pulling out one of his blades and pointing it at the Drunk.
"Ohh, don't be so grompy, Sparti!" Drunk insisted with a grin as he starred at GoW over the side of chair, "I didn'ta meana ta landa ona ya!" He assured.
"The only reason I didn't skin you alive on the spot was that your cosmic belch sent everyone else into unconsciousness," GoW retorted with a glare.
"Ya wanna share da seat?" Drunk asked, unphased by the threat, Grima waving with a smile.
"...I imagine this is the part where he punts Drunk out of the throne, collars and leashes Grima to the side of it, and just claims it as his own," HSFD noted idly.
"Unfortunately…" GoW called loudly, making them stiffen, "I gave my word to not slay any of you weaklings while I'm here."
"...Oh, you are just a treat," HSFD said with a smirk as he jumped over the blade aimed at his head, and landing on the chain with all the balance of a circus performer.
"What was that about not taking your chances?" RDR asked with a raised eyebrow up at his insaner counterpart.
"Yeah, about that? I say that sometimes, but then I remember that I'm the Fuckmothering Demon-Reaper and say "Let's fuck this shit up!"," He declared proudly as he ran up the chain to fight with the GoW Junior.
"...Should we help him?" SoS asked as they all ducked once the blade came out of the wall and swung around back to the GoW Junior, almost hitting a few of them in the head.
"Do we have to?" Chthon asked evenly.
"No," RDR answered with a shrug ,"Let them have their fun. Hey, Drunk! You think you can give us a wall or something while we finish up the reviews we didn't get to?" He called over to Grima and Drunk, both of whom were sitting in the chair with the former scratching before the ears of the later, every sword and scythacle swing that came their way bouncing off a spherical, transparent force-field.
Drunk cleared his throat as he stood in a dignified pose, "Fila mou to kolo!" He announced, before falling over and off the chair as a miniature Great Wall of China, just a foot taller than the Juniors, appeared between the rest of the Juniors and the fight. GoW, unseen by anyone save HSFD, Drunk, and Grima looked at Drunk in surprise, allowing HSFD to kick him in the head and send him into the wall.
"That was the weirdest Chinese I ever heard," SoS commented curiously.
"That wasn't Chinese," Chthon corrected.
"It was Greek," DDC continued, everyone pausing before looking at RDR.
"Hey, just because my dad was Thanatos doesn't mean I know the language," RDR pointed out in annoyance.
"Drunkard, I WILL disembowel you!" GoW yelled in rage from over the wall.
"It means Kiss my ass," Chthon translated, wincing as they heard a body slam in their Mini-China Wall.
"Okay! No more Mr. Nice Reaping Fuckr!"HSFD yelled, gleefully demonic as the battle continued.
"Let's just ignore them and continue on," RDR suggested as they sat in a circle, "Now, I apologize to all of the reviewers, but SoS won't be answering any more questions except for relating to updates and publishing...because this wall won't last that long and this chapter is getting long," He explained to the fourth wall.
"I'll go first," DDC called, "Okay, Detrametal? Of course it's a mindfuck. Every one of us either has had a mindfuck or is a walking mindfuck, or both, so of course throwing us into one room to interact is going to be a mindfuck of epic proportions. And while we Juniors may not always enjoy each other's company, we appreciate that you think we're awesome," He answered.
SoS raised his hand once DDC was finished, "My turn. Wolfgodwarrior? The Author appreciate that you signed in to post, or possibly made an account just for this story, but we respectfully ask you: please don't spam- That's not a jab against you or anything, it's just that Akuma had trouble with that on Prince of Darkness. And yes, I'm getting my own story eventually. Just like Kratos Junior and The Drunk Drug Trip over there," He answered, pointing to the wall GoW was now taller than, briefly seen on top of some horrid mass of tentacles for a brief moment before it dropped out of view.
"I've seen worse," Chthon comment, unimpressed.
"I've reaped worse," DDC agreed with a shrug.
"I've worked with worse," SoS added on with a chuckle.
"I've been worse," RDR finished with a snort, "Now, Nightmaster000, ignoring the Poster Child comment? Sorry if we got your hopes up about getting hentai Juniors on this site. The Author is a bit paranoid after the big purge that happened a year or two ago. While he'll post various lemons here, the typical age of a Junior would probably lead to it being taken down quickly, and possibly to the Author being removed from the site- and Bye-bye to all his GT fics here then," He explained, "Onto the rest...Never had a Dark Junior? Are Hell Sings For Death! and I, Raging Demon Reaper, still not considered as Dark Juniors? We eat people!" He asked, legitimately surprised.
"RAGE! STOP STEALING MY SHTICK!" HSFD yelled over the wall before he crashed into the ground.
"I think he means a regretless Junior," SoS pointed out, ignoring the fight.
"Does HSFD sound like he regrets anything?" RDR asked with a blank stare as a large, severed, seven-fingered arm of Nergal flesh was thrown onto the wall near them, followed by roars of retaliation.
"...Yeah, if neither of you qualify as Dark Juniors, then I need to know what does," Chthon said with a chuckle.
"I'd say Amen, but I'm not on good terms with Heaven," RDR joked with a small chuckle, "As for your questions that we didn't answer? SoS will answer his the next time he's around...and we'll get to Heat whenever he shows up or someone that knows him and is willing to talk about him," RDR finished, a bit awkwardly at the end.
"Moving along," Chthon spoke up, "Darkscythe666..."
"...Okay, we're all thinking it, so I'll say it: That name makes us image a hellish scythe of bones with black flames on the blade and '666' engraved in the blade." SoS said with a grin.
"Makes me think of Hell Lord Junior," DDC mused, getting nods of agreement.
"Moving on, again," Chthon retried, "The Author thanks you for the understanding and we all apologize for the confusion. The Author was a bit worried about that- and he has no idea how he missed PoD's clarification- but he thought that giving us nicknames would actually be more confusing than using our titles or title acronyms," He explained with a shrug.
"We thought about using the most unique words in our titles, but that would still be confusing," RDR pointed out, "I mean, every time the Author writes Rage Junior he either thinks of TT Raven's Emoticlone or a Junior with a red lantern ring," He added on.
"And it's not easy in cases like me," DDC added in, "Death Doesn't Change? Doesn't and Change are hardly unique and Death is common for Grim Tale titles."
"Can I please finish?" Chthon asked with a glare, getting eye rolls, "Yes, unpublished means they're not up yet but will be made in the future. As for the oneshot, The Author doesn't count oneshots as those are part sneak peak and part prompt in attempt to get other people to make their own stories based on such concepts," He elaborated, "Again, no tentacle hentai here, that'll be on the other site, and the author doesn't write it more often because, again, of being paranoid of being kicked off- he likes it here."
"And we're proud to be the first thing you review," Grima said as she walked up to the boys.
"...I just realized that the fighting stopped," RDR noted, realizing it was quite, "Who won?"
"Neither," She answered with a smirk, making them all suppress a nosebleed, "Drunk snuck up on our war god and belched him into unconsciousness. Then our local God-Junior sent him home," She explained.
"He's going to be pissed next time he's here," DDC pointed out.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll take care of him for you boys," Grima said teasingly, the Juniors all stiffening, the respective tails of RDR and SoS shooting up at attention.
"You're enjoying this immensely...You are Mother's daughter," Chthon noted in annoyance, "Where's Drunk and HSFD anyway?" He asked as an afterthought.
"HSFD is using him as a garbage disposal to clean up the mess he made with GoW," RDR answered, peeking over the wall, "...I'm not even sure how describe this. It looks like he's drinking solids."
"Remind me not to be in front of Drunk when he belches next time...or ever," DDC mused, "And DPSS, to answer your question: Technically, yes, I am more Reaper-focused in terms of what I can do. Grim Infernal Ripples(GIR) will be too, though, as is Death Is Always Around.(DIAA) The Author just makes different interpretations of what Reapers are and can do for those stories," He explained.
"Well ,that leaves two reviews left," Chthon commented.
"I call dibs next!" HSFD called as he jumped over the wall, covered from head to toe in his own blood, "Cf96, Always glad to give you something new, and you are now Cunt-Field Scat!" He declared.
"...Okay, why?" RDR asked, wondering the logic behind this name.
"Elementary, my dear red-eyed counterpart!" HSFD said, faking a British accent, "The c and f provide me with Cunt-Field. 96 is '69'. A reverse '69' is common just when a women is eaten out while bending backwards far enough to suck a guy's cock- I'm not too sure how well that would work out in a same sex setting though. Anyway, more to the point, a regular '69' is two lovers' mouths at each other's genitalia. Therefore, it is possible to imagine a reverse '69' as two lovers with their mouths at each other's asses. And scat is used to refer to sexualized eating of shit. Therefore: cf96 is Cunt-Field Scat," He explained as if it made perfect sense.
DDC sighed at that, "Cf96, we apologize for HSFD's nickname, and to everyone else in advance. He'll eventually do this to us all. Downside of having you viewers interact with us is having to put up with him...Though, the Author says it's part of his charm to the readers, so maybe you'll enjoy the nicknames," He mused with a shrug.
Chthon just stared at HSFD through DDC's whole apology, "What the hell do I need to snort to get your brand of crazy? Because I need some of that after a hard day's work in the field," He said slowly.
"...Did he really just say that?" SoS asked to DDC, who nodded solemnly as HSFD grinned before heading over to Chthon and hugging him around the neck with one arm.
"There may be hope for you yet, Bookworm!" He cheered in delight.
"HSFD, don't corrupt Chthon," RDR warned with a annoyed look, "If you do, he'll probably be crazy enough to tame every beast of the underworld in your universe just to have them shit where you are sleeping when you're near them," He pointed out, making HSFD blink as he looked down at the annoyed Chthon.
"Yes, theoretically, I can do that," He confirmed, HSFD dropping him instantly like a hot potato, "So...who gets the last one?" He asked, straightening his sweater.
"Meesa do it!" Drunk announced, in an impressive impression of Jar Jar Binks, appearing between SoS and DDC, making them jump slightly.
"We told you not to do that anymore!" SoS reminded, the drunken Junior just grinning stupidly, who ignored them.
"To Brandy Wind! Meesa sorry weesa disturbed yousa. Yousa wanta cookie?" Drunk offered in a friendly tone, actually holding up a cookie to the fourth wall and, somehow, trying to push it through, somehow breaking it- the cookie, I mean. The wall has long been broke.
"...Brandy Wind?" Grima asked curiously, "Sounds like bad wine."
"He means Brandon Storm," RDR explained, "Well, that's that taken care of, finally. Anything else before we head off?" He asked.
"Just one," The Author called from Drunk's mouth, "Grima, that's your cue."
"Aye, aye, Author!" Grima mock saluted with a grin before smirking and holding up both hands, "Now, to you boys and girls reading this, the Author has asked me to make a little announcement for the next meeting, a little sneak peak or...teaser for next time." She said suggestively, "Now, next time, we will be mainly covering a specific kind of Juniors. He's not sure which, but here are the two he's pondering between," She explained, holding forward her left hand as it glowed white, "First, are the Runaway Juniors. Juniors that have left or been taken away from the Grim Clan, and have become stronger for it," She said before holding up her right hand, which glowed gold, "Second,...are THE God Juniors. Ones like Father of All Hollows and WDBFUA, the Juniors that have ascended to a higher state- most of them though the same method, but with so many varying results," She explained with a chuckle. "We hope you enjoyed this meeting. And who knows, maybe you'll all be seeing me a few more times," She added on teasingly as she headed into her own, self-made portal, leaving behind five unconscious Juniors with nosebleeds...
...Just as Drunk started farting.
*PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!*
With that, every other Junior went flying back into their own universes, as a curtain fell, showing the ending logo for many Warner Brothers cartoons, except the WB on the sign was replaced with an AK, as Drunk Junior burst through the logo, grinning at the fourth wall, "d-d-d-d-dat's all, fulks!" He said, mixing Porky Pig's stutter with his father's accent, before pulling out a party horn, blowing it, and disappearing into it.
It that proceded to explode and revealed a letter from the Author that read:
Dear Readers
I hope you all enjoy the show, as crass as your host is. It went on longer than I expected, but it was still fun, nonetheless. I also hope you all loved the new Juniors shown and mentioned in this meeting, as, yes, I have stories planned for all of them. I'm not just making those Juniors up on the spot. Now, for a simple question: Who is your favorite Junior that has been mentioned in the Meetings but hasn't appeared yet?