Somewhere… in Daten City…

In the shadows of Daten City, the Rolls Royce that Percival rode on arrived at the city, viewing its dark and dingy area. However, as they were driving, a group of black-colored ghosts were following the area. They were huge and round, as they sneered.

One ghost responded, "Our boss will be happy to obtain these fools."

Another ghost said, "Huge. It's time we make our boss and Tachibana proud."

A third ghost said, "Yeah."

The second stated, "Remember, we must capture these fools, only to kill them all. Once we have, the Hell on Earth shall begin!"

It was a group of ten ghosts, rushing to the car, in which it was heading towards a mountainside. As they were about to charge after them…

"HALT!" A woman called.

Two women appeared, in red skin and beige uniforms, called to them. One woman, in green hair and two horns, plus a panty scar on her face, called, "All ghosts must not obey their own orders. We have orders from the mayor to treat you with respect."

Another red girl, in a blue ponytail and glasses, remarked, "Scanty is right. Our time to eradicate these real-life meddlers will be on another time. The Academia Ghost, Martin Prince, has been extinguished by that man and his rowdy fat ankle sores."

Scanty said, "All of you… You ten must return to the base and learn some respect. The boss will give you the detail."

The red-skinned girls are demons. They are the Daemons Sisters, Scanty and Kneesocks Daemon, daughters of Corset, the mayor of Daten City.

Kneesocks called to the ghosts, as they left with the Daemon Sisters. They leave in G-String, their huge super-stretch limousine. Meanwhile, another car was driving by, as a man saw the view of the action, in his convertible.

"This gets weirder and weirder by the minute," he said, "Maybe I should follow these ghosts in Daten and hopefully meet with my posse, like old times."

He began to drive off, as the ghosts disappeared from a distance.

Who is this man, following the ghosts?

Chapter 7
D.C. United
(D.C. ユナイテッドの巻)
(or "The 14th Month of the 14th Hour"
a.k.a. "The New Nightmare to Evil")

At a church, the car stopped by the doorway. Michelle said, "We're here. I never heard of this place."

Percival said, "I once visited a preacher, following the death of Father Matthias. He had such glory, but he's weird."

Michelle said, "He must be so holy…"

"Well, not as holy as this. At the very least, we'll speak to him about this ghost matter. He's the only one I know that knows of the alternate worlds, full of ghosts, demons, and these coins."

Heather said, "Well, they ain't Mario coins. The Video Game World, like you said, was demolished."

Percival explained, "I told you, while we were at the car! They still carry coinage like that. They'll accept any currency here… except these Heaven Coins, of course."

Michelle retorted, "Wait. There's a name for it?"

Heather shouted, "Why would they be called Heaven Coins? What about Hell Coins? I'll bet they are forbidden treasures!"

Percival snapped, "There's NO SUCH THING as Hell Coins! Heaven Coins are very rare coins that appear from ghosts. The good reverend will tell us about it, as soon as we get there. Now, let's get out of the car, before we continue to talk. He's being impatient at us, while he's watching us, outside."

Michelle said, "Should've told us earlier… before you start to explain the story."

Heather shivered, "Heather is scared of that damn mother-!"

Percival snapped, "YOU SHUT THAT MOUTH OF YOURS!"

Heather pouted, "Heather was talking about the afro-man. It is the afroman, over there… Right?"

A huge man, with dark skin, a black afro and beard, and a white preacher robe was waiting by the doorway, waiting for Percival and Michelle to come out.

Percival sighed, "Why do I even bother?"

He huffed, "Early as usual. They should've come out, when they are ready. Fucking foreigners."

Percival smiled, "Garter, I mean, father."

Michelle snapped, "Garter?!"

"Come right in, you three. I've been expecting you, Mister Gaynes… at least, the lord knows of your presence."

Heather bowed to him, "Oh, great father…"

Percival said, "Heather, get up!"

We'll check with them, later…

At the outside of the huge building, Scanty and Kneesocks were out, calling to the ghosts to stay in place, waiting for their boss.

Scanty whispered, "That's all thirty of them. Why would they be waiting for Corset to come out? Surely, he's not the boss to this alternate world mess-up."

Kneesocks spoke, "Outspoken, yes. These worlds are corrupt, and for some reason, Corset loved it."

"Yes, but listening to him, preaching on, saying he wants hell, is no better than dealing with these foulmouthed angels."

"Keep telling yourself this… What would Onigiri do?"

"Well, yes. We don't obey her, but we give the message out. After all, we are demons, anyway."

Kneesocks addressed the situation to the ghosts, "Listen up, you haunted demons of hell! When the worlds fused together, like the combination of holy chocolate with hazelnut, you were victims of this tragic assault! The people that killed you had no right!"

She said, "Some of you are not here, if I recall. Stand in attention, until I call your name! Let's see – AH! Queen Yolei Inoue. She was melted into a blob of clay putty. Her body dissipated in the Plastic Kingdom, before the city was completely changed into urban boondocks. Another – Police Chief Clancy Wiggum. He seemed to be resurrected, because fans love his Edward G. accent. He was killed by an android of a young girl, after spotting murder."

Scanty smiled, "How awful. The fat police pork chop was given a reset, after he was killed. Luckily, he'll never arrest again, since the crime rate is at an all-time high, but with low help."

Kneesocks continued, "AWOL Spirit, killed in Alternate Realm – Tenma Tsukamoto. She was crushed by a supercomputer, during F City's scuffle of taking the city, after it was destroyed a second time. Tenma was once human, before cybernetic machinery made her Am-Net, an evil cyborg, hell-bent on destruction."

Scanty said, "If we reprogram her, if we find her, she could deal with these two trollops."

Kneesocks called, "Okay… Now let's see if we can locate each of you deathbed spirits."

She pointed out, "Uh… William Bluff, Vicky the Babysitter, Carl Pewterschmidt, Trucky the Shrew, uh, Kensy Matthews, Lloyd Hoopley, Fanny Brown, Goofus McGuirk, Chaim Ishkabibble…"

Kneesocks called out, "Marjorie Wilson? Where's Marjorie Wilson?"

She cried in anger, flushing her face, completely red, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? WHAT PART OF STAY IN ATTENTION DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?"

A voice cried out, "Hey! Fuck you, man!"

Scanty said, "My dear Kneesocks… Isn't that Marjorie Wilson, over there?"

Kneesocks replied, "Oh, yes. Sorry about that."

Scanty saluted, "How's every little thing, Marge?"

Panty and Stocking were once comparative to the Powerpuff Girls, in case you were wondering.

Kneesocks continued, "Hmm… And that's all, on the list, but Martin Prince. We cross his name off… So, Rei Tachibana hasn't returned to Daten City."

A figure appeared, with a huge pointy head and a pinstripe suit. He remarked, "She's probably running late, exterminating the remaining troglodytes in these worlds."

The Daemons bowed, "Corset!"

It was Corset, the mayor of Daten City. He then smirked, while stretching and tightening his belt, "Well, well… It seems other than Garterbelt's insidious angels, we have newer threats."

He held up a newspaper, showing of the AAW and LSAAWS' victory in F City. He proclaimed, "While these heroes have saved the day, fixing the worlds, as it is, it seems that you people get NO respect! Once the worlds have been fixed, I can grant your life, again! I have seen you die, or have you forgotten? They are so ungrateful!"

The ghosts shouted and hissed, "BOO!"

Corset continued, "Well, be that as it may… I was thinking of letting the worlds be healed, so I can try to open the door to our salvation, but CHANGE OF PLANS! We must exterminate the AAW! The LSAAWS! And those pesky angels and Garterbelt!"

He laughed evilly, "This is one time I will be the hero to your avenged deaths!"

Scanty whispered, "Is he becoming a glory hog?"

Kneesocks said, "The boss won't like it."

Corset glared, as they whistled. Fastener, their pink rat-dog, was whistling, as well.

Kneesocks reiterated, "No idea…"

Fastener huffed, "Fastener."

Corset then gleamed in glory, "While Chris McLean had died, after doing what he's done, I believe that it is customary to have each and every one of you rise up and strike your powerful ghostly attacks on them! For you were once pop culture icons, or supporting bit players, we shall rise up and avenge our deaths! First, Daten City! Then, every city, until the elimination of Garter and his bitchy angels! And most importantly, the end of existence!"

The ghosts cheered on, as a convertible arrived. A figure watched on and said, "Sounds like someone just wanted to make this land the new Germany, circa WW2."

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Meanwhile, in Germany's house, Germany, a man with blonde slick hair and a blue uniform, addressed to the 4th wall, "Loyal readers… I'd like to apologize for the man that mentioned World War 2 and Germany's evil empire mentioning in this chapter. Although it is acceptable to the readers, the N-word (our word) must not be mentioned, since radicals like the German Army of WW2 cannot be mentioned."

Italy called, "Hey, Germany! Who were you talking to?"

Germany shouted, "STAY OUT OF MY STANZA!"

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Back to the story…

Corset ordered, "All of you! I need a volunteer to enter the angels' church and present the open challenge! Haven't they forgotten that not even their magical lingerie will be touching you?"

He stretched his belt again, and laughed, "Ho, ho, ho. Who would volunteer?"

A voice called, "I do!"

It was a small boy that cheered in glory. It was Ronny, who was killed in That Woman's fortress.

He called, "I will help out! My energetic vibe will help out! Sadly, those mean people never gave me a proper elegy! No appreciation! I want action! I want Michael Cole, Miranda Maynard, Kimura, Roger Smith, Setsuna Sakurazaki, and that other guy! I want to do my best and have my revenge!"

Scanty asked, "Dare I ask who this little hyper kid is?"

Kneesocks stated, "Says here that he was soaked in lava, after trying to rescue a frozen queen."

Corset stretched his belt and laughed, "Ah yes! You may do your best to exterminate these angels and fulfill your revenge! GO NOW!"

He ran off and cheered, "YAY!"

Corset then called, "And for the rest of you-!"

BOOM!
Ronny's ghost was destroyed into millions of pieces. A Heaven Coin fell, as a figure stepped on it.

Corset called, "Who is that?"

The Daemons gasped, "What the Cracker Jack?"

A figure appeared, grabbing the coin, and was shrouded in smoke. The smoke cleared, showing a man in a black suit and brown slick hair.

Dynamite~! Dynamite~!

He smirked, as Corset asked, "You have our attention. What do you want, you puny mortal?"

He spoke in a southern accent, "Boy, you don't know who I am, but allow me to help you!"

He flexed a bit and said, "Because this Southern Englishman is going to help you make your spirits rest in peace… when I whoop their arses!"

He added, "Uh… much like little Ronny, here. Nice boy, but with no common sense."

Corset snarled, "You! Who do you think you are, Black Dynamite?"

He bowed and said, "No! The name's a Gang member. I am Steven Nevins – Goodwill ambassador!"

He smirked, "But I have been training under his wing, ever since the alternate mind fuck, even though we are of different races. But it's not about racism. Can ya dig it, son?"

Corset growled, "That's Mayor Son to you! And I dig it…"

Scanty snuffed, "Do us a favor, you British Big Ben. Hobble your pathetic excuse of a body back to where you belong, so we won't kill you, if any. Now can you dig that?"

Kneesocks giggled, "We'll be happy to test you, but you forget that there are many demons here that want to kill you, like us. So, stay out of our way, you walnut."

Scanty replied, "We just don't soil ourselves with outsiders like you."

Corset said, "Southern wanker!" as he stretched his belt again, "You are a fool, coming to my town, saying you can defeat us. I am always better than you, because I have powers you cannot imagine. I am mayor, and you are not… Not Mayor, I meant."

Steven N said, "My political issues are not on trial! Steven Nevins's stone cold fighting is what I do! Send me your best fighter, and I'll show you what I mean! But now, you have two choices - one, you leave now, and disperse your evil plan, or two, stay here, and continue my downtime, which is just me and my R&R and my arse-kicking schedule. I mean you and your bitches over there! And then, I'm taking care of these two girls, there."

They gasped, as he blushed, "Sorry. Black Dynamite's words and jargon got to me."

Corset smiled, "I grow bored with you."

He called to the ghosts, "Kill him."

He addressed to the Daemons, "Girls, let us head inside."

Steven N removed his blazer and smirked, "Oh, how sweet it is. You know, I knew you motherfuckers would say that. But let me give you a fair warning: Once we start, we don't stop!"

One ghost called, "Oh, yeah? We'll see who's badass, you southern rocker!"

A ghost with a chainsaw laughed, "Yeah! But I get to slice him! I always win, when I kill with chainsaws!"

Steven N jeered, "What are you, a lumberjack from Canada?"

The ghost yelled, "Yes! In fact, I died, after your sister pushed a tree down, during her trip to the Ozarks!"

"Michelle? What's she got to do with your death?"

"It's your fault that I am a ghost! I remembered that she's your sister! She and I were to chop down a tree, but she shoved the tree down, after she broke it. Damn thing fell and broke down my bungalow… and my body! So, once I decapitate you, she's next!"

"I could care less what you do to my sister, but I still love her. My condolences to you, then. Anyway, try to guess what happens, when you confront the baddest Brit from The Original Gang!"

He charged at Steven N and yelled, "YES! I KILL YOU TO RIBBONS! DIE!"

Steven N stood in a Kung Fu stance and launched a severe kick to his wrist. It knocked the chainsaw off his hand and into Fastener, impaling him. He croaked, as the ghost was shocked.

"How did-? Why wouldn't it-? What is he?"

Steven prepared to launch a punch, "Your atonement, motherfucker!"

The ghost screamed, as Steven N threw a right punch, severely at his face.
"SUEY!"

The ghost shouted, "TIMBER!"
BOOM!
Dynamite~! Dynamite~!

Note: That bit was from "Black Dynamite", both the movie and the animated series.

Corset gasped, "Huh?"

Scanty giggled, "Well…"

Steven N smiled, as he brushed the dust off his pants. Another ghost yelled, "You made a big mistake, you wannabe!"

They all charged at Steven N, as he was angry.

"HAAAAAAAAAH!"

He started to smash each ghost with a kick, punch, and a chest strike.

"HAH! SUEY! SUEY, SUEY, SUEY! HAAAAH-DAH! SUEY! HAH! AAAAAAH!"

He stomped on a ghost's head, like he was a watermelon. He roared, "SUEEEEEEY!"

He went through all the ghosts. Scanty sobbed, as she was scared, "What deviltry is he? That British Bastard!"

He pointed at Corset and shouted, "Is that all you got, you bondage-fetish motherfucker?"

Kneesocks gasped, "He's so good… But we cannot let him live! What kind of man is he?"

Steven N picked up seven Heaven Coins, combined from the ghosts he killed, which makes eight. He said, "Now, I don't mean to be mean to you, Corset, but surrender now, and I won't be having you licking in my boots. But seeing the shit you pulled, ordering these haunted spirits to haunt everyone, it just isn't right, even for fucked-up bullshit like the fused worlds. Can ya dig it, son?"

Corset stretched his belt again, really hard, and glared, "Hmm… You never seemed to give up, do you? It's no wonder you founded a rock band, with those pathetic little pricks…"

Steven N smiled, "True… but one of them was my wife."

Next chapter: Nevins vs. Corset!

Meanwhile, at the church, Percival gave Garterbelt the two Heaven Coins he got from Highland. He said, "Here. This'll help, since you are in need of knowledge."

Garter smiled, "Shit, son. I'm amazed that you destroyed a ghost, without the angels' help. I must say that you are very powerful."

"No, actually, I am more of the brains to this operation. Peter destroyed the ghost, after he killed Lemongrab. Luckily, we all wanted to fix these worlds, but we need help."

GONG! GONG!
Heather asked, "What was that?"

Garterbelt said, "Huh? I thought there were ghosts out. The evil has been vanquished again, which means Panty and Stocking had finished the job."

Michelle asked, "Who?"

Panty, a woman with long blonde hair and a red dress, asked, "Hey, Garter, who the fuck are these three?"

Stocking, a girl with Goth attire, long black hair, and a bow, replied, "And what kind of shit you just said now?"

Michelle asked, "Wait… Who are they? They look rather randy, but they got a lip!"

Percival said, "I see we meet, at last, Anarchy Sisters."

Panty smiled, as she blushed, "I don't know who the fuck you are, but you are smoking hot. The name's Panty, by the way."

Garterbelt grabbed Panty and shoved her away. He said, "Sorry. Forgive her behavior. This here is my two angels of justice. The bitch you see here is Panty. The Goth with the sweet shit is Stocking. They are the saviors of Daten City."

He shouted, "OR THEY SHOULD'VE BEEN, IF YOU WEREN'T HERE, AND NOT AFTER YOU KILLED ANOTHER GHOST! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Panty said, "What's your deal, you black afro fuck? We were still in our rooms!"

Stocking replied, "Speak for yourself. I was on the couch, munching on some pure fresh moon pies."

Percival said, "Do these girls have traits I should know of?"

Heather smiled, "LEMME! I think I get their attitudes! Panty is what she is called a hot and sexy doer, who does it, when she gets horny. Her hobbies are sex, sex, and more sex."

Panty smiled, "Give her a prize. Skankzilla knows me well."

Heather smiled, "Of course! You were awesome, posing for Playboy Magazine!"

She pointed at Stocking and called, "And you must be Stocking, the Peter Giese of the duo! Heather will state her bios – she's an awesome Goth girl, who spends time relaxing and having brains, since Panty has an IQ of a dead duck. She is called the Peter Giese of the group is that, unlike Peter, she is a food-a-holic! Her hobbies include bondage, sword fighting, and eating-slash-bathing sweets! Rumors confirm that her boobs grow big, whenever she engorges in sugary treats!"

"Great. Another loser," Stocking grumbled, "And she knows me well."

Michelle asked, "How the bloody devil do you know Knickers and Stockings?"

Heather smiled, "Their blogs and Facebook page! Heather loves social media!"

Panty smiled, "Well, I'll be."

She then snapped, "Knickers?!"

Stocking said, "She's obviously a crackpot. And that's British jargon…"

Percival barked, "She may be a dunce, a moron, and a drummer, but she's very intelligent, since she has been working hard, like us. But she can be called a moron, a bitch, and a brat… but she's not a crackpot!"

"Slap me with a spoon," Michelle was astonished.

Garterbelt asked them, "Okay… Then what were the bells ringing for, out of nowhere?"

Percival looked out the window, as he saw smoke coming from downtown. He said, "Here's your answer. I think it's about to go down."

Stocking smiled, "Finally, a mission without Garter's bullshit to sugarcoat it!"

Panty cheered, "We'll join you, but after that, we want the hot stud in the nerd cut!"

Percival said, "Sorry. I'm married."

"Not you, dickhead. I meant the British hottie there that called me Knickers."

Michelle gasped, "Wait, what?"

Garterbelt griped, "ANGELS! MOVE OUT!"

They rushed off, as The Gang drove off, using the Rolls Royce, while Panty, Stocking, and Chuck took See-Through, their pink jeep.

Will they make it to the city, in time, before Steven N destroys Corset? Or is it backwards?

To be continued…