Generic "The Plot Thickens" Chapter in every Parody that changes the Writing Tone
Chapter 2
"In which the theme of the chapter is in the epitaph to make the story more dramatic"- Some asshole that can only write meta-fiction
A few hours after the shooting
"A traitor...hmm..."
Spider was musing on the next course of action. A traitor was no laughing matter, unless the traitor was Shaco.
"MUHAHAHAHHA I'M A TRAITOR MOTHAFUCKKKAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSS-"
"Amusing thought, but not relevant. At all. I suppose the most prudent thing to do would be to inform the boss."
Spider left the room in a calm demeanor.
In the Institute of War
"Summoner LCS, is everything ok? Your tactics that game were truly, truly, truly, outrageous."
LCS was rather shaken up by the whole event. Because most people usually /do/ have trouble murdering someone.
"I'm fine Taric...just need some time alone."
LCS was about to go away until Spider showed up.
"Spider? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to talk to the boss. Since you're here, you might as well come along."
Taric and LCS followed Spider into a maintenance room.
"Why is Taric here? I though-"
Taric immediately pushed LCS up against the wall. But not in a gay way.
"Listen. And be quiet. I'm gonna go on an exposition monologue, so you best be prepared for a wall of text."
LCS nodded his head dumbly.
"Most people see me and usually say one of two things once reading my lore. Either 'Taric's a private man,' or 'Taric's gay must ship Ez x Taric OTP.' Anyone that does deeper digging would believe that the last is true. That I am gay. However, that is just an elaborate lie made to conceal and deceive people from finding out my true life. Think of a box. Now this box has one string. When you pull the string, it reveals a hidden layer underneath with money. Now, most people would think that the money is all that is trying to be concealed, but pull again and- poof, there's a gun underneath. Stacks of gold. Something that the owner of the box /really/ wanted to conceal. The same idea applies to my lie. I use my 'I'm Gay' life as cover for my real life- that of one of the three Gang Lords that attempt to gain dominion over the slums near the Institute of War. You see, the Institute of War attracts a lot of people. It is in the middle in Valoran, and most people go through this area while on trips. People of all sorts. A veritable nest of willing and potential traders, dealers, buyers. Whoever controls these slums near the Institute of War controls the single most important spot for any drug dealer. An owner could control 60-70% of outgoing drugs moving from Demacia to Noxus, or vice versa, and 40% from any other major drug trading route. This place is a gold mine."
Taric paused dramatically for a second.
"That is why we cannot have any traitors. Traitors mean death is near. Death means police presence. With Caitlyn, Vi, and Kayle given full reign to deal justice throughout these slums, we cannot afford what we in the business call 'heat.' Heat is slang for police presence, by the way."
"But why am I here? I'm no traitor!"
"I believe you, so that's the real reason why you're here."
Taric turned and pushed a bucket that revealed a switch underneath a trapdoor. Pressing the switch, a wall opened up into an armory. An armory full of the latest HexTech guns. Assault Rifles like the Mk 37, Sub Machine Guns like the Hex-12, Personal Defense Weapons, Double Action Pistols, Single Action Pistols, Tacticool AR-15's, Shotguns, Sniper Rifles, Fully Automatic Dildo Launchers, the works.
"We don't think you're a traitor. We believe your friend is. And that he has very powerful friends. Police friends. People that we want to neutralize as threats to our organization. And we need your help, because what we are about to do will throw these slums into war. No corner will be safe, no drug dealer left alive, it's either us or them. We will leave no one alive. No mercy.
LCS shit his pants.
End of Chapter 2
(A/N Yep, tone change. Huehuehue, don't you just hate it when stories do that? Anyway, gg wp, review pls.)