Luka moaned and groaned. wiggling on the ground as his muscles tensed up, futile resistence as he felt his entire body beginning to submit "nooooo" he cried, as he stopped moving. gathering his remaining strength luka tensed up and roared out "DADDY"

Luka sat up straight. awakened from his slumber. "a dream...a bad mean one" luka mused, sweat dripping slowly from his eyes. he wiped away the sweat. and got to his feet. reaching for junior he realized he wasnt sitting there. "jimmothy?" luka called. trying to find his little man. "luka no have time for this" he growled. searching the small closet for the barbarian doll. he shrugged. preparing himself to come out of the closet. the night before wounded and weary he had stumbled upon this closet. stocked with a small bed and food. assuming control over it luka claimed the closet. and hid within it. deep within the closet. and now his only friend. was missing.

without pausing any longer luka slammed the closet door open. he finally stepped out. coming out of the closet on his terms. everyone is proud of luka coming out of the closet.

luka searched the immediate area. "jimmothy" he yelled. dashing around the area. sword at the ready. "tell luka if hot or cold".

"IS LUKA HOT OR COLD"

he charged around aimlessly. slaying strange monsters like a million cookies in front of a fat mans mouth. or a million cocks in front of a one dollar whore. until finally...he found jimmothy.

A roar of pain echoed throughout the halls. luka slow motion ran towards Jimmothy. propped on top or a ladder leading down. "NOOOOO MY BOY" Luka let out a heart wrenching cry as he saw his boy, his body, previously immaculate, and now crushed. and mangled. only his head remained. the rest. a pile of shredded plastics and rubber. a note laid with jimmothy. a simple message scrawled on it. "luka, come down and fight me, I tire of waiting." luka shook. his fingers numb as he dropped the note. "why" he whispered " why this happen". he curled his hands into fists. someone would pay dearly for this. luka knelt to the floor. grabbing jimmothys head, as he dug a little hole in the cobblestone and buried his favorite son. "luka promise. rampage, for revenge" he tenderly touched the grave. and then wiping away more eye sweat he jumped down the hole. knowing that gravity knew better than to hurt him

luka landed heavily. a dark arena. a single torch lit above providing light. dark stone all around. he stood straight. drawing his sword. "luka here. come out coward" he sneered into the darkness. torches started to come to life all around him. the stands above the arena empty. but a sense of danger kept him alert. across the arena a figure appeared.

"ahh...finally...we meet at last." the figure spoke.

"shut up, why did you kill jimmothy" luka snarled, sword raised.

"ahh. luka the barbarian i've wanted to meet you for so long." the voice gently said.

luka gripped his sword. nails digging into his palms. sweat dripped. his muscles bulged with power. he calmed himself, preparing his words carefully

"what do you want with Luka" he asked

the figure giggled madly. an arm raised and ripped off the cloak.

"WHATS WHAT WITH WANTING TO MEET MY FATHER" The figure screamed.

"what?" luka asked. confused.

"yes. ask what, it is I...your loving son." the figured said. stepping into the light properly.

red hair flambouyantly bouncing in the light, shit eating grin firmly plastered on his face.

"Luka a virgin, luka wanna be wizard" luka denied. aware he had bo children.

"you say that now. but dont you remember, that time you went to the bathroom and a nice lady offered you some candy. and you woke up in a bed?"

"no..." luka gasped

"YES. that was my mother. you ruined her career when she got pregnant, and you didnt care, you ran off to yugoslavia none the wiser. But I. I never forgot the injustice my mother suffered. nobody wanted a pregnant hooker. well...besides the weird old guys. BUT thats beside the point. you ruined her life, and i grew up hating you ever since. training myself for this moment. to finally kill you."

"But luka didnt know. luka sorry"

"SORRY? i spent 16 years listening to my mom get fucked by half the men in the wirld. and you say sorry? i had to scrape cum off everything i owned after her daily orgys, i spent 5 years thinking orgasm was a pet. Im so glad i killed your precious doll now"

"you...kill...Jimmothy? luka sobbed

"YES...ARE YOU PROUD OF ME NOW...DADDY"

"LUKA NOT YOUR DADDY, LUKA. IS.. ANGRY"

"Yes father, come at me. I Axel, son of Whore shall kill you." with that, the red haired man pulled out his long white thing. its girth impossible to ignore. its massive length, and strong shaft ended with a jagged piece. "this keyblade with its magic power of keys shall shut and lock the door known as your face, when I kick your ass. ahahahaha"

axel swung at luka, who blocked with his sword, metal rubbed against metal. "RAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWRRRRRRR UWU" LUKA ENRAGED. his muscles bulging powerfully as he parried the sword, and slashed back, missing the nimble red boy. back and forth the fight raged, swords slashing the air. light cuts etching the bodies of both the fighters. unable to land any mortal wound, perfectly matched. luka was shocked "how thin red boy so strong" axel slammed luka hard, knocking him away "I had to clean up the house between orgies, some of those...things she laid with werent even men, and i had to carry them out anyway. the rage I felt each day molded me. made me to be what I am today. your pathetic daddy issues wont enrage you enough to beat me...daddy"

Luka paused. he was right, his rage had been subsiding ever since he murdered his family. think luka. think deep within you.

"too late ahahha" luka deep in thought, forgot to block and tried to dodge, a deep cut nearly hot bone before he dodged. "grr..raaa..." luka tried to enrage, but it wasnt working.

"give up daddy. and let me penetrate you once and for all."

axel stabbed forward. his whole body straining as he stabbed into lukas moist quivering body.

or so he thought.

luka caught the keyblade, straining lightly as he stopped the mortal blow.

"no...impossible" axel yelled, "your rage is down. how could you possibly stop me."

luka didnt respond. his eyes closed. a light covered his body.

"no..impossible" acel screamed, the light grew and blinded him. "nnooooo"

the light exploded. a shockwave shook the arena. knocking axel to the ground

luka stood there, silent. staring at his hands, and then his chest. where a faint energy collected, forming an adidas symbol.

"haaaah...so...strong" luka shouted. the light surrounding him faded, but his body still kept the golden glow. each muscle firmly shined and glowing. his hair stood up, glowing faintly yellow

"it cannot be...could this be...the legendary super serbian?" axel coughed up some blood. in awe and fear. "no...NO. I WONT LOSE" axel teleported behind luka, stabbing towards his vulnerable back sadistically.

luke slowly turned. his fist glowing as he punched. axel felt like he was moving in slow motion. and watched the fist closing in on him

"Super serbian arts...Vodka punch"

the fist landed, axel felt nothing. until suddenly a blinding flash exploded. his body ragdolling into a wall. an imprint of a vodka bottle caving in his chest. the keyblade was knocked into the sky. falling perfectly into lukas outstretched arm.

"its over.." luka panted. the glow faded, leaving luka in a normal state.

"Luka sorry...son" he cried..eyes sweating as his sons dead body faded away, leaving behind a note.

"Nooooo my son, he paper on the floor."

luka irrationally cried, picking up the note. "daddy you may have beat me this time, but i will return and kill you" LUKA SON DEAD, AND NOTE TEASE LUKA AHAHHHHHHHHH" Luka tore up the note. he got to his feet. unsteadily and walked towards the exit. exiting the deadly place he had been stuck in. above. birds chirping. a rainbow crosses the sky. and luka looks to the sunrise.

"Time to meet my sons mother"