Bakuda's bad day!: By Knolden
Bakuda was laughing as she entered her workshop. The attack had gone off without a hitch.
Her implanted little pawns were doing their jobs, or they knew what would happen to their families.
She rummaged around after one of her custom detonators, thinking about the glorious explosions.
She had just chosen the bombs at random and watched the glorious chaos.
Really, her genius was unparalleled, and watching the little sheep panic and the reporters condemning her
actions, made her cackle with glee. She went back to work on the grenades Oni Lee wanted.
Tonight was a good night, she absently thought, humming to herself as she started tinkering.
Meanwhile, outside Bakudas warehouse, a group of ABB gang members were standing guard 'inconspicuously.'
They were talking about this and that, laughing about how they were the greatest gang in the bay.
Suddenly, someone spoke up from behind them. "excuse me, is this Bakudas workshop?"
The whirled around. In front of them stood a short man in a blue hoodie with his hands in his pockets, as if he
had not a care in the world. They could not make out his face under his hood, but they got angry. Where had this
little punk come from? The leader of the group snarled at the man. "I don't know who you are, you little fuck, but
you are not supposed to know that. Get over here so we can kick the SHIT out of you." The gang members drew
various weapons. The little man looked up fractionally. A toothy white grin could be made out under his hood.
"now that is not very nice! don't you know how to greet a new pal?"
He sighed as he walked into the warehouse, the thugs lying unconscious in a heap under the streetlights.
He did not much care for this. It seemed to be too much effort. But the little Pom-toting fluffball had called
in a favor, so here he was. Oh well! This Bakuda was a terrible excuse for a human being at any rate.
Strange how hard it had been to get to this world, really. Good thing he knew a shortcut!
Bakuda was tinkering when she heard the commotion. Screams, crashes and swearing filled up the warehouse.
She quickly grabbed her mask and grenade launcher, and turned to the door, a bead of sweat on her forehead.
Who the fuck was stupid enough to attack HER base? Who even knew about it, for that matter?
The door opened, and a short rotund man, his face concealed under a blue hoodie walked in. She watched incredulously for a moment.
Then, the little man spoke. "heya. you've been busy, huh?" That pushed Bakuda over the edge.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, you little SHIT!?" She shouted, taking a few steps towards the interloper, racking her launcher.
She stopped as he slid off his hood, her face paling as she stared at a grinning skull.
He spoke, as he seemed to stare into her soul. "do you wanna have a bad time? Cause if you take another step
forward..."
One of his eye sockets lit up with a baleful blue light, as his voice trailed off and his grin turned diabolical.
"You are REALLY not going to like what happens next."