Well, here is the second installment of Wal-Mart Hell. Took me long enough to write it and get up here, and yes, I did write this one. If any other fan would like to write an installment just let me know and I'll probably say yes!

Yuki-san

Wal-Mart Hell 2: Employee Discount

It's been about a month since Chii first arrived in 'hell' and she, somehow, managed to stay within the store. The other villains tried to coax the poor little creature out of the store, by throwing candy and other things out the doors, but Chii just wouldn't comply. Fuma and Gendo, though, always managed stay as far away from Chii as they could, but it was getting harder and harder these days. Of course, though, these things were about to change.

"All anime villains to Customer Service, all anime villains to Customer Service."

Fuma stared at the ceiling, as if it was the person talking. Gendo shook his head and followed the mass of villains towards Customer Service; Fuma shortly followed. Now there are a lot of animes, mind you, and there has to be a villain in just about all of them so you could imagine how crowded the Customer Service area was. Villains of every race, sex, size, etc. crammed into the small area and they all wondered why they were called here (some proclaiming this a bit more loudly then others).

Two Wal-Mart employees suddenly appeared and climbed on to the counter so everyone could see them. "May I have your attention?" the female said. She looked overly perky and her blonde hair was pulled back into an ever annoying pony tail. A stalled hush fell over the group of villains. "Sooooo how is every one?"

"You suck." The crowd giggled. Yes, they giggled. Can you imagine a room full of, mostly, creepy men giggling? Scary, ain't it?

The girl cleared her throat. "Anyway, my name is Amanda and this is the store manager, Eric." All eyes turned to Eric. He seemed to be only nineteen and a little too lanky for his own good. His black hair was shaggy and his eyes looked vacant, and it looked like he didn't want to be here just as much as the villains.

"He's the store manager?" Zoisite quipped. (yes, even Sailor Moon villains go to hell) "He's barely out of high school."

"Shut up, queer bait." The villains giggled.

"Quiet down." Eric yelled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "Now, considering this is Wal-Mart/Anime Villain Hell, and there is an ever growing number of anime, the big guys down at HQ decided that everyone will be put to work so you can earn your keep." The crowd groaned. "Now, now, you'll have food and shelter, along with an endless supply of household goods. When I call your name, grab a name tag, your little blue apron thing, and receive your duties."

One by one names were called and the villains began to file out. Now, our three main characters were the last ones remaining. Eric and Amanda climbed down from the counter and looked at the three; Gendo and Fuma stared back while Chii just stared into nothingness. "You're the last ones, huh?" They nodded.

Eric sighed and pointed at Fuma. "You'll work in the toy department."

"What? Why must I work with the fluffy things?" Fuma groaned as he wandered away.

"Gendo will. . . ."

"Dominate the world!" Gendo laughed.

"Um, no. You'll work in the music department. I've been told to keep you away from desks and power tools." Eric replied.

"Drat."

Chii looked at Amanda, who shuddered. "What about Chii?"

Eric cocked an eyebrow. "I was told to keep her away from underwear so...just have her keep an eye on books and stuff."

And thus, the villains were put to work.

3 days later...

The doors opened and a young high school student walked into Wal-Mart. The Greeter of the day, Alan Gabriel of Big O, looked at the girl and let out the most feminine scream you've ever heard. The girl just stared at the running mad man before wandering down the aisle.

Chii stared vacantly at the rack of magazines, standing a little too close to a customer for her own good. The man kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, twitching ever so slightly. Chii suddenly pointed at the magazines, "They don't have Hideki's magazines." The customer looked at Chii and cautiously took a step back before turning and sprinting down the aisle. "Where are Hideki's magazines?"

"Gosh he sure does run funny." The blonde persacom turned and faced the owner of the voice. The high school girl smiled, her vacant stare meeting Chii's. "My names Osaka! Have we met before?"

"Chii doesn't think so." Chii replied. She looked back at the magazine rack and sighed. "Chii needs help."

"What for?" Osaka asked, following the blonde's gaze.

"Chii can't find Hideki's magazine."

Osaka blinked. "You do know that talking in the third person is a sign that you're goin' crazy." Chii stared blankly at Osaka. "Never mind. Now, what does Hideki's magazine look like?"

"It has pretty girls on the front." Chii replied. "Hideki says it's a game."

"A game, huh?" Osaka nodded. "I know! Let's go to the toy department; they have games there."

"But Chii isn't supposed to leave her area."

"No-one will care. Come on!" Taking Chii by the hand Osaka led her towards the toys.

Fuma stared helplessly at the toys in front of him. Everything was thrown out of order thanks to a sudden mob of children running through. He kicked one of the Barbies violently. He followed it with his eyes, feeling his heart drop when the box stopped at the feet of Chii and a dark haired girl. "My God! Are they multiplying?" Fuma screamed, noting the same vacant look in their eyes. "Chii, what are you doing here?"

"Looking for Hideki's magazine." Chii replied.

"And I'm here to help!" Osaka said happily. "She said it's like a game...kinda like Twister, right Chii?" Chii nodded.

Fuma blinked and tried to hold back his giggling. "I don't think Wal-Mart carries that type of magazine. This is a family store, ya know."

"Oooo, what's this?" Osaka turned, holding up a Tickle Me Elmo.

"God, put that thing down." Fuma cried.

Osaka turned the demon toy every which way before squeezing it, sending the red fluff ball into a fit of giggles. "Wow! This thing sure is weird. And look, there's more!"

"Good God, I thought I torched all of them." Fuma looked around, desperately trying to find something to grab Osaka's attention, but it was too late. Chii and Osaka were running around, pressing the Tickle Me Elmos until all you could hear was their hideous laughter filling the air. "Some on kill me now." Fuma whimpered. "Ow!" Fuma suddenly noticed that it was raining Tickle Me Elmos. "Dear mother of God! Shelter, my kingdom for shelter." Fuma suddenly dove into a pile of bouncy balls, shuddering and whimpering like a puppy.

"Awe man, there goes my new friend." Osaka sighed. "Oh well. What were we looking for again, Chii?"

Chii looked at the toys and then Osaka; she shrugged. "Chii doesn't remember. Maybe the glasses man might know."

"Glasses man, huh? Lead the way!"

"What in God's name are you doing? I thought I told you not to change the station?" Amanda cried.

Gendo looked at his manager and sighed. "But listening to classical music is good for the mind."

Amanda reached into her pocket and pulled out a tape, chucking it at Gendo's forehead. "Yes, but not when you put subliminal messages in it. Why do you need to raise an army to take over the world?"

"Because I'm an evil bastard and I want to go up to God do this." Gendo stuck his tongue and began to wiggle around like a ten year old child. "Ha ha, I destroyed you. I'm better then God, nyaha."

"Get to work." Amanda spat as she left.

"Glasses man?"

Gendo twitched (just about every villain in Wal-Mart twitches I suppose) and turned around sharply. Chii stood before him, as did Osaka. The two looked at him with similar expressions, but Osaka was smiling ever so slightly. "Chii, dear, what did I tell you yesterday?"

Chii blinked. "That Chii shouldn't call you glasses man."

"And?"

"And that Chii should stay as far away from you or face the fiery wraith of the world's future overlord."

Gendo smiled. "That's right. If you weren't such a wack job and you didn't remind me of Satan, I'd like a little more.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" Osaka asked.

"What?" Gendo barked, rounding on the school girl. He froze, noticing a large butcher knife in the girl's hand. "Why do you have that?"

Osaka didn't seem to hear him and was more focused on the video games. She pointed at the glass, using the butcher knife of course. "Hey Mister, can I get that game? I've always wanted to get The Sims for my PS2."

"As long as you take the demon spawn with you, I don't care." Gendo got the game for Osaka and rang it up. "Okay, that'll be fifty bucks."

Osaka rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a card. "That ain't right. Don't I still get my discount?"

"Discount? What discount?" Gendo asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Look." Osaka presented the card to Gendo. "I'm a store manager now."

Gendo's mouth fell open. "Um...I think I should talk to Eric about this."

"You can't do that." Osaka smiled. "Eric quit; I'm your new manager." Osaka waved the knife around. "Now, I need my discount. I wanna go home and see how I can kill those little critters."

As Gendo punched in his code he felt something deep inside him die.

The End?