I do not own TSS, nor do I claim. Ah, the memories. All the repressed memories.

LONG GOODBYES

Vincent Vladislav Argost, also known as V.V. Argost or plain Argost for short, but since the creator revealed his full name on a forum once, I'm going to be all cool and repeatedly use his full name for fandom brownie points. I'm the best writer in this whole entire fandom, tee hee hee. Watch me assert this as such through rampant and deliberate mischaracterization for the sake of sexual fetishization, tee hee hee.

Moving on to what little we can salvage of a story...

Argost was busy shrieking in high pitched terror as he was attacked by one of his own captive cryptids who somehow keep escaping his torture-rape dungeon. He was being chased by the bi-pedal wolf cryptid known as the AMAROK. I have the CRYPTID GUIDEBOOK! Also, Google. It bit Argost, who at this point is still assumed to be an aged and feeble, balding yet terribly sexy skull-faced old man. Because gerontophilia is a thing that exists. Argost cried and screamed, and cried and sobbed hysterically. Just like in canon.

The creature ripped apart Argost's body suit, ho ho! Here we go.

Argost's naked old man chest and LIGHT BLUE BOXER SHORTS were revealed to an unwilling and terrified public. And to OP, who was furiously licking their own lips. The Amarok proceeded to bite his ass. It called him derogatory names like filthy whore and semen bucket, and kicked him a few times for good measure.

"Oh, woe is I! Such an absurdly specifically fetish related fate to befall me despite my overall competence in canon! And also my security which seems to be nonexistent at this point for some annoyingly convenient reason!" Argost wailed. "I know! I shall take refuge within one of the cells!" He proceeded to do so. "Writing is hard! Getting off is easy!"

He began to pass out from blood loss and stupidity. He desperately wanted to see his manservant slash lover man burly beefcake spider-human hybrid one last time. Projectile tears shot out of his eyes. He bled and cried. And he cried and bled. And then he bled tears of blood from his eyes. He wondered if Munya had remembered to do mundane tasks in his state of shock and disorientation. Or maybe that line was in there simply to be amazingly stupid. I'm not sure. Again, plot relevant details are not the strong suit of the author. 99% of every fanfic they shit out could be weedled down to two sentences if you strip out all the incredibly superfluous filler.

Suddenly the POV changed to Munya within the next sentence without any notification of switching, like a paragraph break. He stood near a chair and observed his fallen master yaoi uke lover bishonen guy person, crying and bleeding in his undies. Munya gasped. He then looked confused. He gasped again. He wasn't sure what to do. He walked over to Argost. Argost's tears and blood got all over his clothing. He put his finger on Argost's sad little face and wiped away a tear. Twenty thousand more took their place, so it was a bit of a useless motion.

And then Argost died tragically in Munya's arms.

That's the story.

Let it soak in because there'll be more. So many, many, many more.

Fetish fic. Mmmmm...oooh yeah. Can you establish the pattern yet?

THE END