Shaman Idol 2
A/N: Hihi (puffyamiyumishow!) ! I'm baaaa-aaaack! (Chuckie-esque laugh) With Shaman Idol 2, and you can thank/blame Invader Neo for wanting a sequel, I'm actually quite happy to do so! This will be more psycho than the 1st one! Because I just watched Darkness Falls, and I'm listening to William Hung and various Sailor Moon Midis!
And now…a word from Cartman: Nya nya nya nya nya nya! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Disclaimer: I don't own any things that may pop up in here, except maybe an OC from another fic or something. Just expect madness, alright!
"Awright you pot-smoking anime characters…." began Cartman, watching Yoh, who after hearing this searched his pockets and hid his pipe. "The musical is….."
They waited in slightly embarrassed, foreboding, HORROR.
He made a majestic gesture with his hands.
"GREASE."
Everyone fell down anime-style, with disconcerting series of anguished screams that pierced the afternoon like an arrow piercing the already-dead Opacho.
"What the hell! Why! I ain't doin' Grease!" shouted an extremely upset, orange-haired youth standing in the background.
In horror, all of the Shaman King Cast, at least those who remained alive, except Horohoro, who was vegetating, turned around.
"KYO!" they shouted in unison, sweatdropping.
He nodded proudly, but as the crowd burst into shouts of, "Kawaii!" and, "We love you, Kyon-Kyon!", Cartman blew a gasket. Steam was nearly visible from his ears.
In a flash that nobody could see or hear, blood rained like a demented shower over the heads of the would-be voice actors and actresses. Above them, dangling from the ceiling on a crudely made noose, was a bloodied pulp of Kyo, dripping lifeblood onto the head of Iron Maiden Jeanne, whose hair turned red.
"Look's like your hair's back to it's natural color." Hao guffawed, clapping his hands.
"And I'll kick your ASS! You fucker!" hissed Jeanne in retaliation.
A drunken Marco and Lyserg staggered over to the two, "Heey…." drawled Marco, slapping Lyserg's backside.
"Can't we all be friendsss? Ah mean, we don't wanna end uup jush bah owershelfes….we gotta schtick togesher…."
Lyserg nodded in agreement and groped his near child-molester appropriately, smiling bashfully.
They staggered away with a chorus of the Irish Drinking Song, laughing all the way, going unnoticed by the tyrannical Cartman.
"So, now we're gonna decide on roles. I decide, you don't. If you talk without I, The Great Cartman, giving you permission, your balls will be my personal property. You got me?"
The men in the crowd covered their fronts protectively, looking around in suspicion at their wives and girlfriends.
Faust (A.K.A. Fred Astaire) was annoyed with the monotony and went off to have some fun with Eliza…but little did he know he was being watched…
BY PIRIKA!
He whipped around, called upon Eliza, and issued her attack, "Eliza! Pummel him with your Female Fist of Fury!" the moans of the evil Pirika rang throughout the halls, leading the audience to explode with savage joy and happiness at her death…
"Now! Have her transported to hell in a breadbasket! To the Fred Astaire Mobile, Eliza! You, Authoress, you come as well!"
A giant Mercedes, shaped like Faust's head and with pictures of Eliza and the Authoress adorning it flew down from the bleak gray skies and let the trio in. Faust absentmindedly and carelessly threw Pirika's body in the trunk and set off for Montana, A.K.A. Hell.
"Ohohohohohohohohohhohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho!" they laughed in unison, joyfully driving toward Montana A.K.A Hell.
"So!" shouted Cartman majestically, waving his tiny arms like a king, their gratuitous lard shaking like Jell-O. "I'll decide who does what, and I've made the first few decisions…."
He narrowed his eyes. "Jeanne as Sandy." with this, Jeanne and the X-Laws gave a collective gasp, save Marco and his jailbait Lyserg, who were far too soused to care.
"And Hao as Danny….." With this Hao began to admire himself in a mirror and wildly gyrate his hips, his chocolatey hair shaking rhythmically back and forth.
"If your hair is chocolatey does that mean I can put it in front of a heater, melt it, and make s'mores with it?" questioned an inquisitive Gavroche, who popped out of nowhere.
"Only if I say so. Gavroche, you may eat Hao's hair to the desired length." the eight-year-old said with a flourish.
Gavroche began to suck on Hao's hair, gradually grazing on it like a cow of sorts, and smiling happily…
"Okay…so, now, I call an intermission, and I'll decide on the roles next chapter."
The crowd of Shaman King characters gaped at him. "We aren't in a story."
"Are you frickin' idiots! Yes we ah!" (yes we are.) he pushed Lip and Rap, who had said it, down the enormous staircase, hearing their little twin heads bump all the way down.
"Okay! Go have intermission!" he screamed, throwing a box of tampons at the crowd. Anna quickly stuffed a few into Yoh's mouth and pushed them down. Kanna stuck one in her underwear, while Mari juggled a few.
Suddenly came Silva, bleeding from a faulty drug deal. "Help meh! I'm dying!" His mouth poured crimson.
"If you come in here one more time bleeding like that, I'll stuff a tampon down your throat."
Cartman laughed and walked out the door to intermission.
Horohoro stood vegetating until everyone had left….
"Etrd, Ann!" he cackled venomously.
Ann's face materialized on the screen…
The Evil Hillybilly Goddess Queen of the Negaverse had returned….
a/n: Sorry to everyone who is from Montana! I have nothing against you! 00 This is a very insane fic, ne? Hahahahahahaha! Have you noticed the word, "Etrd" always comes up when Ann and Horohoro speak their weird language? I don't know why….
Back with chapter three!
To Satine89: Hi! I updated, see? And I added Gavroche for no reason…I was thinking of changing my pen name, do you think I should…?
(chimo mochai)