Sup, I'm still alive and NOT sorry for taking so long.

There is some ranting in the A/N at the end which you might want to at least skim through because it has some explanations of why I gave V/SI the skills that I did.

Chapter 3 - Visions Of V

Long ago, in ancient times, a Terrible Demon wished to subjugate the Human world, he amassed armies and created Powerful Creatures for this sole purpose.

Yet, it was never meant to be…

He was betrayed by not just any member of his own kind, but by his right-hand man who rebelled for the sake of the Human race. With just his sword, he faced armies of Hell and shut the portal to the Demonic Realm and sealed that Terrible Demon off from the Human World for years to come.

From that day forth a Legend was born, The Legend of The Dark Knight Sparda.

Yet what of the Terrible Demon Mundus? What happened to him?

Defeated, he recuperated, crushing any who would dare show disobedience like The Traitorous Sparda.

Yet, besides the unadulterated hatred towards his previous right-hand man, there was something that one might have generously called "begrudging respect" for proving his Power against the Legions of Hell.

So it was all the more aggravating to The Demon King that Sparda would sully his heritage with weakness by having offspring with a human woman of all things.

And now, one of his bastards was lying bloody and beaten before him.

"For all his faults," The Dark Prince began, speaking in a terrible and imposing voice. "I would have never accused Sparda of weakness."

"Naive, yes. Foolish too. And undeniably too soft, but not weak." he spat the last word with clear contempt.

"Yet here you are, his offspring, The Son of Sparda himself lying bloody and broken before me, while I still haven't finished recovering from the battle between me and your father." Mundus chuckled, it was a deep and rumbling sound.

"Perhaps if he didn't waste his time bedding cattle he might have conceived a son that was worth something." he taunted.

But what was the other occupant of the room doing at the same time?

Vergil chuckled mockingly before saying in the most condescending tone he could muster through the pain.

"You're finished with your prattling yet? At this rate you'll talk me to death." he struggled in his restraints while they dug deeper in his skin. "I can still fight!" the last part may have been intended as a scream, but it only came out as a slightly louder speech, but there was no denying the defiance in his voice.

The Demon King glowered at the cur before him.

"You have spirit, at least." he reluctantly admitted. "If it wasn't for the Human filth in your blood you might've had Power as well."

Vergil glared at the Devil before him, which only served to plant a vicious smirk across The Tyrant's face.

"But you're an incomplete being, nothing more than a mongrel that ought to beg his Master for scraps. You just haven't realized this yet."

"Let's fix that." Mundus began gathering Demonic Power which started to coalesce and solidify in the palm of his hand which began to inch closer to Vergil who struggled against his restraints yet it proved futile, a fact that pleased the Demon King immensely, evident by the blood-curdling laugh that escaped him.

My eyes snapped open suddenly, a cold sweat pouring off of me as I cautiously looked left and right.

A sudden realization hit me.

Releasing the sigh I didn't know I was holding I rubbed my face while my frantically pounding heart calmed itself.

"Just a dream, huh?"

Spending a few more moments lying in the bed I looked to my left towards a window that, most definitely, was not looking like the one in my room which proved to me that what happened yesterday was real.

I still had a hard time believing it and I couldn't be blamed for that, after all how often is it that someone dies and gets revived as a guinea pig for something that I'm half-convinced was more entertainment than experiment?

Getting back on track, I noticed that the sun was rising which, assuming it's anything like the sunrise on earth(which I hoped it was), would mean that the hour would be anywhere between 4 or 6 A.M, considering it didn't look like Tortus was in a Winter or Fall season, judging by the green leaves on the trees I could see outside the window.

"Hey there sleepyhead, how was your nap?~" a strangely distorted, albeit somewhat smooth, voice called from my right. Immediately after that, my head snapped towards the source of it only to find…

A bird perched up on the bed's headrest?

It was a bird roughly the size of a hawk with a Dark Blue(bordering on Purple really) plumage, its eyes had three golden pupils each, and its beak was unique in that it seemed to have several beaks fused together into one giving it a mandible-look.

My blood froze.

This was undeniably Griffon, one of V's familiars and I had no idea how any of them would react to me, mostly because I wasn't sure about the specifics of my new circumstances.

Did I possess actual V's body? Or did The Stranger make a copy of V's body and then stuff my mind/consciousness(I'm hesitant in calling it a 'Soul') into it? Or was it something else?

If it was the first option, then did any of them carry some sense of loyalty to V? I remembered that in Visions of V manga Griffon wanted to establish a contract with V to survive, the rest of them more or less had similar reasons for it, but in the end all three of them chose to fight Dante after V fused with Urizen despite knowing for a fact they were gonna die, all to free Vergil of his nightmares.

From what I remember, Griffon was the only one who could talk(or at least the only one who established a contract with V, R.I.P. Phantom), which by extension should make him the most reasonable, Shadow was probably the most simple minded and Nightmare was the most dangerous.

Not knowing what else to do I just stared at him… is it even a "him" or more of an "it"? I didn't know, the point is I was staring at the Demon Bird, who took notice.

"Careful there V, if you stare at me like that I might blush.~" a literal Demon teased me.

It was at that moment that I was beginning to question my life choices.

'Wait, what did he just call me?' I noticed he just called me 'V', which while I sort of understand 'New life, new name.' and all that stuff, it was certainly… unusual, for lack of a better word.

Still, silence wasn't going to get me anywhere.

"Why are you…" I paused thinking of a way to phrase my question before settling in for a tilt of my head and a word. "out?"

"Ooh, twenty questions, I love this game!~" Griffon exclaimed, before settling in on a somewhat more serious tone. "But jokes aside, you started shifting, twisting and turning in the bed, so I wanted to check what's going on.~ Hell, I planned on zapping you awake if you didn't stop, or wake up," he spoke that last part with a pretty eager tone, to which I glared at him after he said that. "Buuut, and that's a huge but, you woke up, so all's well that ends well, isn't that right killjoy?~" Griffon asked in an almost innocent tone, as if he didn't just admit he wanted to shock me awake with lightning.

I just sighed while pinching the bridge of my nose.

'This is going to be a long day isn't it?' I thought, remembering that today's the day both me and the students are going to begin their training.

'Speaking of which, I should probably get out of bed.' with that thought in mind, I started rising up and pushed aside the sheets, but something had caught my eye.

Some of the tattoos on my body were washed out, almost completely faded away in fact.

I looked at Griffon and gestured to the tattoos hoping to get some answers.

Instead he sighed.

"*Sigh* Fine.~" he reluctantly whined like a kid that's just been told he needs to wash the dishes after coming back from an exhausting day at school.

What happened next would soon become a norm for me, but at that moment had been a shocking, pun intended, experience.

Griffon took off, turned into inky black smoke(?) before flying straight into me.

Once he was done the washed out tattoos had once again been colored black.

'You happy now?~' an annoyed voice of Griffon echoed in my mind.

Suddenly an unsettling realization hit me.

I've begun hearing Demonic voices in my head.

This was not good news for my dwindling common sense.

Still, that left me with a question: Could he hear my thoughts as well?

Time to find out.

'Santa Rita Mita Meada… Ringo Jonah Tito Marlin… Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explorer! Santa Rita Mita Meada… Ringo Jonah Tito Marlin… Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explorer!' I thought random gibberish to myself in order to prod some sort of reaction out of the Demon.

'V, what the hell?!~ If you wanna talk "ye old flowery" then talk flowery!~' Griffon declared in the depths of my mind, seemingly taking my gibberish thoughts as some sort of challenge, meanwhile I was recovering from the shock of discovering that not even my thoughts were private anymore.

'Chrysanthemum!~ Lavender!~ Daisy!~ Tulip!~'

"Oh my god, I'm going to lose my mind, aren't I?" I said in a defeated tone, but also with somber acceptance while clutching my head with both hands.

'Oh, don't be such a sore loser V, not everyone can be as fluent in "Ye old flowery" as Demons!~' Griffon said smugly in my mind.

I spent a minute just sitting at the edge of the bed not even thinking, just coming to terms with everything before addressing Griffon for an answer to something.

'If you can hear my thoughts, then why were you completely silent yesterday?' I thought, while getting up in order to finally put on that outfit I was beginning to detest, but was too proud to ask for another.

While I was putting all of my clothing on, Griffon spoke.

'Back to twenty questions are we?~' Griffon asked rhetorically 'And it's not like we even had a choice in the matter, as soon as all four of us were created we were too busy acclimating to you, O' gracious host, and by the time we were done you already went night-night.~'

'Four?' I asked, stopping tying the laces on my leather coat in order to listen more closely.

'Yeah, me, you, Kitty and The Blob.' after Griffon said that, two other presences announced themselves inside my mind one of which purred, the problem with that however was that Shadow was a Big Cat Demon and as such it's purring sounded like a V8 engine, while the other emitted an indescribable sound that left me with a mild headache… I guessed it was Nightmare.

'Ah, that makes sense.'

This actually answered the question of "Did I steal actual V's identity, or was it an identity made for me?" which was awfully convenient, but pretty neat all things considered which improved my mood a little.

Not long after I was done putting V's outfit on, I went into the bathroom(Also, fun fact: Rich people on Tortus apparently have some form of decent plumbing.) to splash some water on me in order to wash away any drowsiness left in me, but I stopped when I looked in the mirror and saw green eyes staring back.

It was… weird, for lack of a better word, to be looking in the mirror and see a face that wasn't yours.

Getting over my shock, however brief it may have been, I did what I came in there to do before taking V's cane and departing the room.

After exiting the room I ran into a small retinue of maids, who looked slightly surprised for a moment upon seeing me, but they composed themselves rather quickly, one of them addressed me in a professional manner.

"Good morning sir, seeing you up so early is a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one."

"Hmm, morning." I returned the greeting dully before retracing my steps from yesterday in my mind's eye to the library.

But before I could take another step that same maid called out to me.

"Sir!"

I turned my attention to her.

"The chefs are still preparing breakfast for all of the Apostles and won't be finished until around an hour, I'd like to ask you to hold off eating anything in the meantime."

'Now that she mentions it, I am feeling a bit hungry, but I guess I can wait a bit.'

"I see, in that case I'll be going to the Library," I took another step forward before stopping, I then turned to the maid again "assuming it's open at this hour?"

After she nodded I made my way towards my destination and once I got there I navigated my way towards a section I've been most interested(well, second most interested) in and continued where I left off.

I deliberately held off reading the books about Skills and Jobs yesterday, despite my admittedly sizable curiosity, because it'd be pointless to clutter my head with information I may not be needing since, assuming it goes like in the Novel, we'd be receiving those Status Plate thingies before the training begins and that'd show me what(if at all) Skills and Job I'd have.

So there I was, reading literary gems such as "Monster Slaying for Dummies." "Heretics and Beasts: is there really a difference?" and "ABC: Monster Edition", occasionally chatting with Griffon until a maid arrived and escorted me to the dining hall.

Once I arrived there I stood out quite a lot, judging by the occasional glances sent my way by the students who were already there, but none of them made any moves to begin social interactions, something that I was actually quite grateful for since I still had to fully wrap my head around the fact that these used to be characters from a Light Novel, nothing but an ink shaped in a loose collection of letters on a page.

Once the breakfast was served most forms of conversation died down as students almost unilaterally settled their hands in a praying motion and as one said something I didn't quite catch, nor care enough to ask about, which I just chalked it down to the usual behavior in Japanese media being influenced by… well, Japan.

After I was finished eating, relatively quickly compared to some of the other "Apostles", I had to wait for others to finish, so I took out V's book to kill some time.

Speaking of which, want to hear something funny…?

The book of Mr. Poetry had lots of pictures in it.

I almost snorted when I first saw it, but once I got over my amusement I began reading.

One part stood out to me in particular, and not in a good way, from "Proverbs of Hell".

'No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.'

There were a number of ways one could go about interpreting it.

I interpreted it as saying that "As long as it's achieved with your own efforts, no goal is too ambitious.".

Seeing as I was occupying a, presumably, copy of someone else's body(and not even a "full" body at that)… yeah, I understandably wasn't feeling very inspired by that proverb.

Thankfully people were quickly finishing their meals and we could finally begin training.

When everyone had finally gathered in the courtyard each of us were handed a twelve centimeter by seven centimeter silver plate. As the students stared at those strange plates, the knight captain, Meld Loggins, began explaining their function.

"Alright, you kids all got one? We call these 'Status Plates'. They assign numbers to various things for you in an easy to understand way, even morons could grasp how to use them, haha! The numbers make it easy to track someone's progress with their abilities just by looking at their 'Status'." Meld made air-quotes at the word 'Status'

"They also make for very, and I cannot stress this enough, very convenient identification. If you've got these then you should be fine even if you get lost somewhere so long as you manage to get back to civilization, so don't you dare lose them, you hear?"

Captain Meld himself seemed to be quite happy to oversee our training, when asked about it he laughed heartily and said, "This gives me an excuse to push all my paperwork onto the vice-captain, why wouldn't I be happy?!" he turned out to be quite a nice guy despite his somewhat brutish looks.

I couldn't speak for every student(and apparently one teacher as well) there, but I think all of us found his friendly attitude to be a pleasant change of things from the reverence of other people, his explanation for that was, and I quote "We'll be fighting together in the war, being stiff with each other will be no good there."

Back to the plates.

"You'll see that one side of the plate has a magic circle inscribed on it. Use the needles that were passed out with the plates to prick your finger and drip some blood onto the circle. That will bind it to you and make you the owner of the plate." he explained.

Color quickly faded from some people's faces when he said that they needed to prick their fingers. I myself felt a bit uneasy about it.

"Then, when you say 'Open Status', you'll see your current stats displayed on the plate, you'll have to do this at least once before the plate can be activated just by pouring Mana into the circle. Go on, try it!" he encouraged, before looking as if he remembered something and added "Oh, and don't even bother asking me how it works. I've got no clue. These things are Artifacts from ancient times."

Kouki asked about what the Artifacts are, but it's pretty self-explanatory to anyone familiar with fantasy words, so I ignored both him and Meld's exposition dump in favor of staring at the needle in my hands and gathering courage.

'Don't be such a baby V!~ It's just a small prick, haha!~' Griffon criticized me, all the while making a lame joke, for getting cold feet.

"*Sigh* In for a penny…" after muttering these words I gulped and finally pricked my finger with the needle and waited for a little while for enough blood to gather from the tiny wound.

Soon enough, more and more people were following my example and began smearing their blood over the aforementioned circle, their plates glowing in a variety of different colors. I managed to spot people whose colors were Black, Orange, Pink, Violet, Green, even Brown colors.

It was like watching a small-scale rainbow.

As for the color my plate shined, it was Dark Purple, same as two other people in fact.

And finally, the Status itself…

Name: V(?) Age:19 Male

Level: 1

Job: Summoner [-Faker]

Strength: 5

Vitality: 5

Defense: 5

Agility: 5

Magic: 25

Magic Defense: 25

Skills: Mind's Eye — Dream Phantasm(Griffon, Shadow, Nightmare) — Contract [-Familiar Binding] — Projection — Reinforcement — Magic Sense — Iron Stomach — Demonic Energy — Devil Trigger — Curse Of Vanishing — Language Comprehension

…

Disappointing stats and the ominous sounding Curse Of Vanishing aside, I began sweating in a minor panic attack, after all…

'Demonic Power and Devil Trigger.' I thought to myself, reading both Skills names over and over in hopes that I just misread it.

I didn't.

'Why are you even getting your panties in a twist V, it's just a name.~' Griffon asked.

'You may have been… indisposed during yesterday's info-dump, but this world's Humans are at war with what they call "Demons".' I explained to the Birdbrain.

'Oh.~'

'Oh.~'

'Oh shit.~'

'Indeed.'

'Well, seeing as we both enjoy living we're going to have to wing it somehow.~'

I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at Griffon's awful pun, which was pretty easy considering the situation I was in.

However, I couldn't resist snarking on Griffon.

'Thank you, Captain Obvious.'

He responded in kind.

'You're welcome, Lieutenant Sarcasm.~'

"You there, in the sleeveless coat!" Meld called out to me. "It's your turn to show your Status."

Outwardly, I was calm.

Internally however…

'Oh.'

'Oh.'

'Oh shit.'

Still, I made my way towards the chopping block while coming up with some possible excuse that would explain why I would have a Skills like that.

Thankfully Griffon, and God bless this magnificent bird(except not because he's a Demon, but that's besides the point.), came up with a plan.

'V!~ I've got an idea,' he began. 'Just tell them it's showing up because you have a Contract with me.~'

'That's… pretty ingenious, actually. I don't see a reason why it wouldn't work, other than unreasonableness of course.'

After handing out my Plate to him, Meld scrutinized it attentively and started explaining whatever he could.

"Hmm, your stats leave a lot to be desired, but your Magic and Magic Resistance are around two and a half times higher than the average Tortusian, so it's pretty decent, but you're not going to rain down meteors anytime soon." he lightly joked.

"As for your…" he blinked once, he blinked twice, he blinked thrice and finally "Jobs?!" what started out as a statement ended up as a disbelieving question.

Meld rubbed his eyes to check if he was seeing correctly, then started wiping the Status Plate to see if it's perhaps a smudge…

It was neither.

I could hear people start murmuring about someone having two Jobs, some of which were the jealous complaints of a few students.

"Huh, well I've never seen someone with two Jobs before, but I guess there's a first time for everything, hehe." he ended up chuckling wryly.

"Getting back to your… Jobs, a Summoner is someone who… well, summons things, which is pretty self-explanatory, when we'll be checking Aptitudes for Magic for everyone here we'll know whether you're the type that summons Creatures or Items."

'Both if Projection is what I think it is.' I thought to myself.

"As for the Faker one… I honestly have no clue," Meld scratched his head. "Never seen it myself before nor heard about it, but you might have better luck looking for some mentions of it in the Royal Library's books on Jobs."

Meld then grinned when he finally got down to the Skills while I inwardly braced myself for what's to come.

"And now for the fun stuff." he then looked at the section with Skills and began explaining the first Skill he saw, but not before laughing heartily.

"Hahaha, not sure how or why you've got Mind's Eye, I guess Lord Ehit works in mysterious ways, but you're in luck kid." he then pulled out his own Status Plate which briefly shined with a Light Blue light signaling its activation.

These were its contents.

Meld Loggins Age: 36 Male

Level: 63

Job: Paladin

Strength: 450

Vitality: 650

Defense: 550

Agility: 250

Magic: 750

Magic Defense: 750

Skills: Mind's Eye [-Disciplined Fighter] [-Instinct] — Sword Mastery [-Windswept] [-Born to Fight] — Heavy Armor Proficiency [-Defiance] [-Unhindered] — False Light [-Lightwielder] [-Crusader's Fire] — Warrior's Flame [-Sacred Flame] [-Battle Cleric] [-Enduring Ideal] [-Eternal Flame] — Wind Magic Affinity [-Lightning Magic Affinity] — Light Magic Affinity [-Recovery Magic Affinity] [-Barrier Magic Affinity] [-Light Magic Mastery] — Image Composition

My mind went blank after seeing his stats which, according to the Novel, should've been topped at 300(Which was apparently enough to give him the title of one of the strongest humans alive).

"To put it bluntly," Meld's explanation brought me out of my stupor. "Mind's Eye is a sort of danger sense that gets better and better the more experienced you are, there's more nuance to it than I said, but you'd have to look for a more detailed explanation some other time."

"As for the rest, I know that Iron Stomach prevents food poisoning, but the rest are outside my area of experti-" he stopped mid-word before frowning at me.

"I am curious about how an Apostle with a Job called Faker has a Skill called 'Demonic Energy' though? I mean, you don't even look like a Demon."

'Moment of truth.'

"It's not mine," I said before slowly, in a non-threatening manner, extending my left arm to my side and mentally signaling Griffon to appear.

Some of my tattoos began shifting while black smoke appeared as color rapidly faded from them before it coalesced and solidified in the form of a familiar blue bird which had perched on my arm.

"Caw!~ Caw!~ Caw!~"

"Its his."

Silence filled the courtyard, students gaped at me, soldiers briefly tensing and reaching for their weapons but not drawing them out, while Meld looked me in the eyes and once he found what he was looking for he shrugged.

"I suppose this confirms what type of Summoner you are." he looked at Griffon appraisingly, all the while gesturing for soldiers to stand down. "I've seen my fair share of Monsters, but I must admit, this one's a first. Though I fought some that resembled birds, none of them looked like this one." Meld hummed in thought.

"Naturally Purple-colored things are rare enough to come by, you could probably earn a decent sum just by selling its feathers once you confirmed their color's authenticity." Meld remarked off-handedly which caused me to look at Griffon with a taunting smirk.

The Bird in question couldn't resist the urge to open its damn beak…

"Just try that Shakespeare, I fucking dare you!~" Griffon threatened me, but I couldn't have felt threatened in that moment out of sheer relief that I wasn't about to be persecuted for some asinine reason.

Meld brought me out of my stupor by first staring in silence at Griffon and then at me.

"It can talk?"

I sighed tiredly. "Unfortunately."

"Ungrateful little shit.~" Griffon grumbled while glaring at me.

"Today's full of surprises," Meld remarked, before continuing to inspect my Status Plate. "There are only two left, and one's Language Comprehension which every single one of the Apostles has, but the other one?" he scratched his head.

"I don't know much about curses, but it sounds ominous. You ought to get it checked as soon as possible, kid." Meld said that before handing back my Plate.

"I doubt anything will surprise me today. Next, the short boy with plain features!" Meld called out to a student I identified as Hajime Nagumo.

'That went well, don't you think?' I mentally asked Griffon, while making my way back to some remote corner where I wouldn't be disturbed.

But Griffon didn't answer.

'Griffon?'

Silent once again, so I tried probing some reaction out of him.

'Say nothing if you want me to make a pillow out of your feathers.'

Still nothing.

"Why are you staring at me?~" Griffon's glare had lost some of its edge, but he said that in a clipped and annoyed tone.

"Nothing, I just got lost in my thoughts."

This… was a wonderful discovery.

My thoughts once again became private and the only thing that happened was Griffon manifesting himself.

The rest of the Morning was pretty uneventful, for me at least since Meld was visibly underwhelmed when he saw Hajime's Status Plate, so once we were dismissed some time in the early noon I made my way to the Library to learn some more about my now revealed Skills and apparently one Curse as well.

Explanations for the Skills should be in order, so here ya go.

[Mind's Eye] - Basically over the course of this Fic V/SI is going to(as shown in this chapter in fact) going to see and experience more and more of V's and Vergil's life, and Vergil is quite the badass, so this skill felt like it belonged.

[Dream Phantasm] - This, alongside the skill below, is how he'll get more Familiars, nuff said.

[Contract] - Read above, nuff said.

[Projection] - V's Royal Fork, nuff said and no, it won't work like Shirou Emiya's, at least not initially.

[Reinforcement] - V's Bloody Palace Taunt, nuff said. It enhances his cane which makes it so that he can deal some ok damage without having to use his familiars.

[Magic Sense] - This may be a bit of a stretch, but V said that he could "sense" Devil Sword Sparda in the game which was how he located it, and he also felt Urizen's increased Power from quite a distance before seeing him for a second time.

[Iron Stomach] - Just like the one above, it may be a bit of a stretch, but in Visions of V Manga, V was shown eating Demon meat while remarking that its disgusting.

Again, you might feel its a stretch, but this is my reasoning and I wanted for V/SI to have a way to eat Arifureta's Monster Meat without conveniently falling in the exact same spot Hajime ended up in and using Ambrosia for that.

[Demonic Energy] - V might not have a lot of it, being Vergil's human half, but he does.

[Devil Trigger] - Fun Fact: I HAD NO CLUE V HAD A DT IN THE GAME UNTIL RECENTLY!

The reason for that is that V's DT is him enhancing his familiars and letting them attack on their own without Player's Input, and I didn't even know V had something like that.

[Curse Of Vanishing] - V's life in the Game's story was on a time limit, nuff said.

[Language Comprehension] - it's a Skill everyone summoned to Tortus had, nuff said.

So... I have some news.

Good news is: I more or less have an ending for this Fic planned, so it's unlikely that I end up abandoning it.

Bad news is: I'm a lazy fuck so it'll be a LOOOOOONG while before we get there.

On another note, wanna hear something funny I discovered after reading VoV Manga?

As we know from DMC 5, V was butt-naked after Vergil split himself in two.

In the Manga we learn that V's clothes camr from some delinquent he robbed for clothes, but the really funny part is that he left the delinquent's underwear(if you look hard enough for it on the panel you can see it), so V is, in fact, going commando under his pants.

I just think it's pretty funny.

Also, I updated the summary, for a hopefully better one.

For the record, here's the old one:

Behold! A Fanfic that is, surprise surprise, another SI, but at least I'm honest. What's the catch this time? Well, an OC has LITERALLY become another character(which is just half of a character, meaning that when he's around there truly can be Two and a Half men). A really underrated character if I'm being honest. V/SI! No beta, I have no friends! Poetry Genre is a joke here!

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