PROLOGUE

For some time a group of friends with their own shows lived in harmony under one studio, though this story mainly focuses on Nerv, Necky, Plancy, and Sammy.

Nobody had been as close to the company's CEO Jacob as Sammy had been though. He made himself out to be a teacher's pet with him in a way, and practically became a mascot for the company to the envy and disbelief of everybody else who worked at the studio, especially considering there had already been subconscious tension with one another in terms of the popularity of each others programs.

One day, however, a statement had come out to everybody's shock about an absolutely egregious and horrendous thing the company's CEO Jacob had done, and without hesitation and to everyone's dismay and utter disbelief, Sammy immediately took to defending him instead of being reasonable with the man he looked up to and respected.

This came to prove he only seeked validation out of being a rabid yes-man. He coaxed Jacob into completely disregarding the other party's claims and acted like a Devil's advocate on his shoulder, also assisting in responding to the other parties, making a public "anonymous" statement with his face right on it.

This had only led to the rebrand of the company and many heinous events behind the scenes, those events soon to be told in this story.

PART 1, CHAPTER 1

"This shit SUCKS!" Nerv exclaimed. He'd been pacing around the room in a disordered manner as Necky watched him intently, anxiously.

"What are we going to do?" The worry in Necky's voice had been very apparent. Necky was a very emotional entity, so something like this that put Nerv in such a distressed state had Necky not just worrying about the outcome of the studio, but more specifically Nerv, as he's been stressed out before, but never this bad.

Nerv stopped pacing to look at the floor. He then glared at the wall, "Sammy's gotta be put out of his frickin' misery at some point."

Necky gasped, "But he doesn't SEEM to be in misery!" She bounced around in her seat as a form of exclamation.

"Well he oughta be if he's goin' out of his way to lick Jacob's crack at the expense of otha people!" Nerv waved his arms around in frustration.

Necky jumped out of her seat and shushed Nerv, "You shouldn't be saying that stuff so loudly!"

"You hearin' yourself, woman?! Have you seen everything that's been going on? How are you so CALM?"
"I dunno! It's in my genes I guess!"
"Genes, schmenes, I'm gonna shit my jeans if Sammy doesn't get what's coming to him soon, and as long as I keep yappin' he's gonna keep living! So-"

Suddenly, Nerv stopped. His expression went blank, he felt like he'd fallen into a void, but with no reaction. Like he'd been placed at the edge of the universe at a moments' notice, coming to the realization of what he had to do.

"Necklinne." He said blankly.

"Yeeees?" Necky hopped over to him intrigued.

"I gotta, uh...run some errands, Yeaaahh. I gotta...withdraw….money. Yeahhh! At the bank of….rod…..ger…...Yeah. The bank of Roger. Watch the store for me while I'm gone, got it?"

"Roger!" Necky appeared behind a cashier's counter that seemed to appear so suddenly.

"Hah. Hahah. Okay. Thanks necky, you're a real charm." Nerv put on a scarf and hat and headed out the door.

"When did he ever have a scarf and hat?" Necky thought, "And when was this ever a store?"

A weird blue man came up to Necky. "Ermmm, excuse me, where's the Minestrone BITCH?" He asked ever so politely.

Necky screamed, "I don't know you OR the Minestrone! This isn't even a STORE!"

The blue man sighed. "Whatever. I hated minestrone anyways, BITCH!" and stormed out at 3 frames a second.

"Oh why don't you kick a fish?!" Necky scoffed.

Nerv arrived at the door of Rodney's mansion that he inherited from his uncle, along with a majority of the rest of his possessions. Nerv knocked on the door, and about a minute later Rodney had answered. It was a large building, so to get around took a bit, but to Rodney, this was just an indicator that he had made it – or, rather, his uncle made it, but don't remind him of that, as he used his possessions to fill the voids that have been created in his life and surround himself with them, accompanied by his vain personality.

Rodney opened the door. "Oh, it's you! Nervous system!" He greeted Nerv flamboyantly.

Nerv rolled his eyes, "Man, that's even worse than what my boss called me."

"I don't care what your boss said!" Rodney crossed his arms and sneered, "You're on my property and breathing my air for a reason, so cut to the chase already!"
"Alright alright!" Nerv waved his arms in frustration. "Uhhhh…." He looked around in contemplation, "Look Rodney, I needa borrow ya Winchester."

"WINCHESTER?" Rodney stepped back in awe, "You want to borrow m-my dear Winchester? Pfhah! Fat chance. You'd have a better chance surviving my personal shark tank for a minute!"

"Wait!" Nerv exclaimed, "If I can do that, does uh, could that mean I could borrow Winchester?"

"It's a deal. Put it here pal," Rodney stuck out his hand and Nerv shook it, "Anything for a free form of entertainment from a fellow town peasant!"

Simply put, Rodney directed Nerv to the large tank of sharks he keeps in his basement for his side hustle in shark breeding. Nerv stepped up a ladder and dived in, and unbeknownst to Rodney, using his alien cat powers, he hypnotized the sharks so they wouldn't pay attention to him, and after 60 seconds he crawled out unscratched and shook the water off of his fur.

Rodney's jaw had practically dropped to the floor as Nerv smirked at him. "Winchester's in the kitchen cabinet." He pointed to the basement door, his surprised expression still remained.

"Thank you. MAN." Nerv shuffled his way to the kitchen.

Rodney snapped out of his daze, "But be sure to bring her back!" He called out to Nerv.

Nerv heard this call but didn't respond. He unhooked the door to the cabinet and took hold of the shotgun Rodney held near and dear to him. He gazed at it in his paws, and a toothy smile grew upon his face. He knew what he had to do, and boy, he was going to love doing it.