Unplugged and Dangerous
a (terrible) fan fic, and a shameless sequel, by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Chapter Fourteen: All Bad Things Come To An End
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"You are ignorant, arrogant, incompetent, foolish, self-absorbed, ridiculous, oblivious, defiant, masochistic, sadistic, rude, and an all-around jackass of a fuckhat, and yet...I love you anyway."
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And so the next chapter of Tyler came to a close.
The Merovingian got over losing the code, and looked to the bright side: now nobody could threaten him with such power. He went back to the chateau and continued to house Exiles and behave like his general horny French asshole self. Nothing really changed there.
Persephone (who somehow never showed up once in this story) still threatens the Merovingian with castration today.
More specifically, Cujo was finally allowed to leave the Merovingian, and moved to Harlem, where he was welcomed warmly (black people welcome everyone warmly, except for the KKK). He eventually became the choir director of his church, and successfully hid his Exile and werewolf roots.
The Twins stayed with the Merovingian because they shouldn't be allowed anywhere in public unattended.
Cain and Abel also eventually left the Merovingian to teach at a local high school. Cain is a PE teacher, though most girls (and some guys) can't really concentrate on shooting their free throws when he's around, and Abel is the advisor of the school's BSU (Black Student Union). A black teacher was originally supposed to take that slot, but he somehow disappeared before the advisor was named. Abel's BSU has the number one Step Team in the state. (My name is Abel...yeah...you know it's true...yeah...that my Step Team...yeah...simply owns you! Roll call!)
Tiger and Vlad remained their pussy-like persona, frequently getting offended at everything under the sun. They still do bitch-work for the Merovingian today, and most people who spot Tiger identify him as a Japanese girl.
Psycho Ex (what? Is that name not acceptable to you?) repaired her home, and more importantly, her XBox. She is living quite happily with Denzel Washington, who really isn't married, but the System made all humans in the Matrix believe so. He still has no idea of the existence of the Matrix, and she has no intention of telling him.
But what has become of our heroes Hype and Tyler?
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The crew of the Tenshi had stormed the nearest bar in Zion and took out a rather large table. Nothing was more fun than severely embarrassing the Merovingian and living to tell the tale. It required a celebration.
Sparks happily swallowed his mug of mead and grinned. "Tonight we be bringin' down da HOUSE!"
Everyone else only stared.
"What?"
"Ignore him," Hype snapped, and she went to work on her mug, gripping Tyler's hand from under the table.
Morpheus quietly sipped and looked over his cup to Hype and Tyler. "So..."
Tyler raised an eyebrow. "So what?"
"Feeling confident on completing your first mission with the Tenshi?"
They both grinned. "Very. Why do you ask?"
"Because Niobe and I are getting the feeling that Hype just might ask you to join the Tenshi as her first mate."
He turned to Hype. "Is that true?"
She only smiled and turned to the rest of the table. "Hey! What's drinking without a song or two?"
Ghost shouted right back, "Well, why don't start it off, lover-girl?"
Everyone laughed loudly, their drunken state causing everything (even Ghost) to become funny.
"Hey, Tyler," Hype nudged said black man, "How about something by The Clash?"
He frowned. "You didn't answer me Hy --"
"Sing, Tyler, sing!" Sparks roared.
Tyler grumbled, and started, "And they're saying: How you get so rude and a-reckless? You been so crude and a-feckless. You been drinking brew for breakfast, Rudie can't fail."
The table attendants slammed their mugs and stomped in approval. "So we sa-ay --"
"I know my life make you nervous, but I tell you I can't live in service. Like the doctor that was born with a purpose, Rudie can't fail."
Stomp. Stomp. Stompstompslam. Stomp. Stomp. Stompstompslam.
Hype grabbed Tyler around the neck, mug swinging as she sang, "I went to the market, to realize my soul. 'Cause what I need, I just don't have. First, they curse, then they press me till I hurt..."
Everyone chimed in, "Rudie can't fail!"
"I wonder, Tyler, did that ex-girlfriend of yours really make that master delete code?" Hype asked.
Tyler didn't answer, grinning, and shouted, "First you must cure your," he pointed at Hype, "temper. Then you find a job in the," he then pointed at Sparks, "paper. You need someone for a savior..."
"Rudie can't fail!" everyone shouted. "So we reply..."
Sparks took up the next verse, the alcohol clouding his sense of sanity. "Now we get a rude and a-reckless. We been seen lookin' cool and a-speckless. We been drinking brew for breakfast..."
"Rudie can't fail!"
They all clanked mugs with each other as they sang, "I went to the market to realize my soul, 'cause what I need, I just don't have! First, they curse, then they press me till I hurt. Rudie can't fail!"
Stomp. Stomp. Stompstompslam. Stomp. Stomp. Stompstompslam.
Tyler turned to Hype as she chugged down the rest of her brew. "You know, I'm getting kinda bored out here." He leaned in rather closely and smiled. "We could...you know..."
Hype smirked and turned away. "Hey! Another round out here!" More mead was brought out to the table. "What were you saying?"
"Oh, knock it off." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her bodily out of the room.
"You gonna let him do that to you, Hype?" Niobe called after them.
And as they left for Tyler's room, the walls of Zion echoed with drunken laughter and song.
END.
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Aaaah. That feels so good. But you'll have to excuse me. This is a rather emotional experience...I've grown very attached to my OCs Hype and Tyler. However, I will not be writing another sequel, because eventually, I have to let go.
Thank you everyone who ever reviewed either this or "Of Mutilated Cars and Albino Twins" (especially Kitsune-Chan 8...), and thanks much in advance to those who review in the future.
a (terrible) fan fic, and a shameless sequel, by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Chapter Fourteen: All Bad Things Come To An End
----------
"You are ignorant, arrogant, incompetent, foolish, self-absorbed, ridiculous, oblivious, defiant, masochistic, sadistic, rude, and an all-around jackass of a fuckhat, and yet...I love you anyway."
----------
And so the next chapter of Tyler came to a close.
The Merovingian got over losing the code, and looked to the bright side: now nobody could threaten him with such power. He went back to the chateau and continued to house Exiles and behave like his general horny French asshole self. Nothing really changed there.
Persephone (who somehow never showed up once in this story) still threatens the Merovingian with castration today.
More specifically, Cujo was finally allowed to leave the Merovingian, and moved to Harlem, where he was welcomed warmly (black people welcome everyone warmly, except for the KKK). He eventually became the choir director of his church, and successfully hid his Exile and werewolf roots.
The Twins stayed with the Merovingian because they shouldn't be allowed anywhere in public unattended.
Cain and Abel also eventually left the Merovingian to teach at a local high school. Cain is a PE teacher, though most girls (and some guys) can't really concentrate on shooting their free throws when he's around, and Abel is the advisor of the school's BSU (Black Student Union). A black teacher was originally supposed to take that slot, but he somehow disappeared before the advisor was named. Abel's BSU has the number one Step Team in the state. (My name is Abel...yeah...you know it's true...yeah...that my Step Team...yeah...simply owns you! Roll call!)
Tiger and Vlad remained their pussy-like persona, frequently getting offended at everything under the sun. They still do bitch-work for the Merovingian today, and most people who spot Tiger identify him as a Japanese girl.
Psycho Ex (what? Is that name not acceptable to you?) repaired her home, and more importantly, her XBox. She is living quite happily with Denzel Washington, who really isn't married, but the System made all humans in the Matrix believe so. He still has no idea of the existence of the Matrix, and she has no intention of telling him.
But what has become of our heroes Hype and Tyler?
----
The crew of the Tenshi had stormed the nearest bar in Zion and took out a rather large table. Nothing was more fun than severely embarrassing the Merovingian and living to tell the tale. It required a celebration.
Sparks happily swallowed his mug of mead and grinned. "Tonight we be bringin' down da HOUSE!"
Everyone else only stared.
"What?"
"Ignore him," Hype snapped, and she went to work on her mug, gripping Tyler's hand from under the table.
Morpheus quietly sipped and looked over his cup to Hype and Tyler. "So..."
Tyler raised an eyebrow. "So what?"
"Feeling confident on completing your first mission with the Tenshi?"
They both grinned. "Very. Why do you ask?"
"Because Niobe and I are getting the feeling that Hype just might ask you to join the Tenshi as her first mate."
He turned to Hype. "Is that true?"
She only smiled and turned to the rest of the table. "Hey! What's drinking without a song or two?"
Ghost shouted right back, "Well, why don't start it off, lover-girl?"
Everyone laughed loudly, their drunken state causing everything (even Ghost) to become funny.
"Hey, Tyler," Hype nudged said black man, "How about something by The Clash?"
He frowned. "You didn't answer me Hy --"
"Sing, Tyler, sing!" Sparks roared.
Tyler grumbled, and started, "And they're saying: How you get so rude and a-reckless? You been so crude and a-feckless. You been drinking brew for breakfast, Rudie can't fail."
The table attendants slammed their mugs and stomped in approval. "So we sa-ay --"
"I know my life make you nervous, but I tell you I can't live in service. Like the doctor that was born with a purpose, Rudie can't fail."
Stomp. Stomp. Stompstompslam. Stomp. Stomp. Stompstompslam.
Hype grabbed Tyler around the neck, mug swinging as she sang, "I went to the market, to realize my soul. 'Cause what I need, I just don't have. First, they curse, then they press me till I hurt..."
Everyone chimed in, "Rudie can't fail!"
"I wonder, Tyler, did that ex-girlfriend of yours really make that master delete code?" Hype asked.
Tyler didn't answer, grinning, and shouted, "First you must cure your," he pointed at Hype, "temper. Then you find a job in the," he then pointed at Sparks, "paper. You need someone for a savior..."
"Rudie can't fail!" everyone shouted. "So we reply..."
Sparks took up the next verse, the alcohol clouding his sense of sanity. "Now we get a rude and a-reckless. We been seen lookin' cool and a-speckless. We been drinking brew for breakfast..."
"Rudie can't fail!"
They all clanked mugs with each other as they sang, "I went to the market to realize my soul, 'cause what I need, I just don't have! First, they curse, then they press me till I hurt. Rudie can't fail!"
Stomp. Stomp. Stompstompslam. Stomp. Stomp. Stompstompslam.
Tyler turned to Hype as she chugged down the rest of her brew. "You know, I'm getting kinda bored out here." He leaned in rather closely and smiled. "We could...you know..."
Hype smirked and turned away. "Hey! Another round out here!" More mead was brought out to the table. "What were you saying?"
"Oh, knock it off." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her bodily out of the room.
"You gonna let him do that to you, Hype?" Niobe called after them.
And as they left for Tyler's room, the walls of Zion echoed with drunken laughter and song.
END.
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Aaaah. That feels so good. But you'll have to excuse me. This is a rather emotional experience...I've grown very attached to my OCs Hype and Tyler. However, I will not be writing another sequel, because eventually, I have to let go.
Thank you everyone who ever reviewed either this or "Of Mutilated Cars and Albino Twins" (especially Kitsune-Chan 8...), and thanks much in advance to those who review in the future.