The Hazbin Hotel...
"Hold still, Husk!" Charlie said, trying to pour rubbing alcohol onto the cat demon's wounds. Unfortunately for Charlie, Husk wasn't cooperating as he squirmed around in the hotel owner's arms, trying to wriggle free.
"I'm fucking fine! All I need is some bandages and I'll be good..." Husk said, attempting to push Charlie away with his uninjured arm.
"It'll only take just a few seconds!" Charlie said, yanking Husk forward before finally pouring a gentle stream of rubbing alcohol onto the winged demon's arm as he began to convulse and twitch around from the stinging sensation.
"AUGH! Fuckin' Christ, that stings dammit!" Husk cursed, gritting his teeth as hard as he could while his claws scratched against the floorboards, leaving visible marks in the wood.
"I'm sorry, Husk. But this is the best way to treat your wounds, now hold still, there's one more I haven't gotten to yet." The Hotel Owner said before pouring more of the substance onto Husk's chest wound, making him jitter and writhe around some more. Charlie quickly took a cotton ball and started to gently graze the feline's wounds. Husk let out a distraught hiss which soon turned into a low grumble as he then rested his back onto the floor while Charlie continued to tend to his wounds.
"There, you should be good. All we need to do is bandaging you up." Charlie said, pulling out a roll of bandage wrap before carefully swathing the bar tender's injuries. Soon enough Charlie finished up bandaging Husk's wounds.
"Alright, I think you should be good enough," Charlie said while Husk merely grunted before getting back up on his feet. "I highly recommend taking it easy and getting some rest for the time being."
"Well, I'm an expert at passing out for more than twelve hours so that's something I can totally do." Husk grumbled, carefully limping out of the room she heard a pair of footsteps echo throughout the lobby as she cocked her head over to see Oogar and Vaggie, entering through the doorless opening. Letting out a sigh of relief, Charlie stood up and walked over to the two approaching demons.
"Okay, is there anyone hiding out there?" Charlie asked with concern.
"No, we did an extensive search and found no one hiding. As far as I know, I think everyone is down for the count. The coast is clear for now." Vaggie plainly stated.
"Good, good... I spoke with Niffty and she, along with Alastor, is going to help me clean up this mess. Repairs are going to be costly but this hotel has been through worse so I'm sure we can handle it." Charlie said while Vaggie looked over her shoulder to see all the imp corpses that littered the area.
"And the bodies?..." She asked.
"Niffty and I will..." Just as Charlie could finish her sentence, a bloodied imp corpse that was dangling from a chandelier fell right in between Charlie, Vaggie, and Oogar as it struck the ground with a sickening 'SPLAT'. Charlie backed away from the body, gazing at it with a look of disgust. "...Discuss more on that matter."
"Right..." Vaggie replied, wiping off some blood that got onto her dress.
"Anyways, why don't we check on that imp we have and see if he knows anything that we don't," Charlie said, stomping a little to get some viscera off of her shoe.
"Understood. If he's unwilling to cooperate that's when we use force right?" Vaggie said, drawing out her harpoon while Oogar let out a snort before clashing his fists together. A look of reluctance began to form on Charlie's face before she nervously tugged her own arm for a short moment.
"Yeah... uh... We'll see about that." Charlie murmured. "He's currently with Angel in one of the breakrooms. Let's go over and check to see how they're doing, alright?"
"Got it." Vaggie said with a nod as both she and Charlie made their way to the breakroom.
Oogar was about to follow them but just as he could, the caveman looked back at the bloody mess that he had made. He furrowed his brows with disgust while clenching his fists, an uncomfortable sensation soon took hold of his stomach as it felt as though it was being tied in knots. Whether they deserved it or not, it was a sickening sight for the caveman, one that he had no intention of viewing any further as he left the room in a hurry.
As soon as the lobby was empty, an unbearable cold swept throughout the area as the corpses of the imps began to take up a sickly shade of blue, nearby plants started to shrivel up from the horrid temperature that filled the room as frost began to slowly form on the wall's surface. while shadows began to move as if they had a mind of their own. The shadows started to merge with each other, taking the shape of a convulsing blob before transmogrifying into that of a face with a horrific glare and wide smile. The amalgamation began to emit a raspy chuckle, slowly slinking out of the darkness.
"҉̵̴P͠è̸r͞f̸͞e̷̢͠ct͢͏ ̨͝w̷o̧͟͢r̡k̴̸̀ ̡a̢s̢̀͘ aĺ̵w͞͞a͟҉y̢s͠͞,̨҉ ҉̴my̴̴ vess҉e̵̢l̸͘͟. ̸͜W̵e̢͡'͢͞r̸̵͡e̴͡ ̶̡͞g̡͜e͜t̸͞tiņ̛͟g̵̷ ͜͞c̸̀͠l͏̵͡o̶ser̵͠. ̶̕W̛e͏͞'r̢̢e̸͡ ͝g̨é́tt̨i͟n͢͟g̴ ͏c̢͠l̴͘̕ơ̵s̨e͢͞r̵ ̶͢҉a̡̕n͏̡d̶͝ ̡́I̴ ̕c͞a͜͡n̵ ̴͡f͠e̸͘e͜ĺ͜ ̵̧͡i҉t͟"
The face began to move from the walls and to the ground as it started to whisk across the area, taking in the scenery. The culmination of shadows soon found itself outside of the hotel where thousands of imps laid dead, along with various collapsed stone columns and the shattered remains of vehicles besmirched the very grounds. The rancid smell of flesh and smoke wafted throughout the air as the face began to sniff the air, its grin growing wider while the air started to drastically drop in temperature.
"̕Ye͟͜ş͟͝.͜͡.̵̷.̴̨͠ ̛T̸͢h͟͡e p͠i͏e̴͞c̸̷̀e͢s ͞͝à͜r̴̀҉e̢ ͡ál̛̛ĺ̢ ̸̸͠co͏͡m̷̢i̶̸ǹ̡g͟͏ ͏͏҉ţ͜͡o͘͜get̢҉h́҉́è̷r.͢͜ ̨Y̶̵o҉͡u̡̕r̕ ͞҉p͠o͜͟w̴̸é̢͜r,̴̷͞ ͜Y̡̕o͏͢ú̕r̨͢ ̸͘s̡͏t̶r͞e̸͟͢ng̵t̢͘h͏, Yo͠u͢r fe̕r̨o͡c̛i̴͞ty.̢̛ ̕͢A҉l̸͜l̷̵ ̕of̶ ̢͢ìt̶ ̵̵̢gr̴̡o͏҉͢w̵͟͠s̢̀ ͢b͟y͝͏ ̢͠t͠h͝e͘͏ ͟͡s̛͟͢e̢c̶̢o̡͘n̵͜͜d̕҉s͠͝."̡
The grinning face started to shrink in size while a black skeletal hand started to emerge from the earth itself, grabbing onto the carcass of an imp along the way. The Apparition's entire body rose from the ground, the corpse still in its clutches as it began to eye the demon's lifeless body.
"I ̡͝h͠o̡͠p̶̕͏e҉ t̛̕o͏ s̵è̕e̴̕ ̡͏m̡o͜͠r̸é ͘o̴͡͡f͝ ̴̵͟wh͠a̧͟t̨͟ yo͟ú ̛́͠ça҉n҉̧ ̡͜ac̨̀c͟o̵͡mp̛̛͜l̨͢is͠͡h͞͡.̴̧ ̡R̷i̶̧̧g̵̡ht̡͡ ̀n̕̕o̢͞w̶̡̕,̵̴̧ ̀ý̸o҉u̸'̶̛r̛͡͝e҉͟ ́͢j̸̶͝u͢͞s̢t͘͜ ͏b͡a̵̶̕re͜͜ĺý̷̧ ̀d͡i̡͘͘s̕͡cơv̷e̵r̸̀in͜g̷͞ ͏t͏he ̵͢v̢ast͝ ̨͡ṕ̛̛o͝t̕é̵n̛͡t̶͞͠íal̛͢҉ ̛̀w̧į͠t̕h͘i̢͟҉n̛͏͏ ́y͟͠ou.̕.̶͟͟.͏"
Casting the dead body aside as if it were a piece of garbage, the phantom took to the skies, taking the freezing cold along with it. Upon leaving the area, Temperatures reverted back to normal while the frost on the walls disappeared off the surface in an instant. The air, while still holding a brisk sensation, wasn't as frigid as it was previously. The Apparition soared throughout the red sky of Hell, hovering above Pentagram City as he looked down at the city inhabitants that wandered beneath them, glaring at them with a strong distaste. The civilians of the crime-ridden city felt a sudden chill brush up their spine, one that made them feel like something was watching them from above the clouds.
"̀O͞ń̷͝e̛͜ ́d͟͜ąy̶,̡̛́ ̶́m̷͜y̵͟͜ ̧̛͢v̢e͘͏̢s̢s҉̴e͏l.̧̡́ T̵h͝i͞͞s̵̸ ͠͏w͜͏͘i͏̵l҉̧ļ̸̴ b̸̧͘e̷̶ ou̧͝r̴͜ ̀͜͠d̸̷̡ó̸m̸a̛i҉n͜.̷̕"
When the demons did look up into the red sky above them, however, they saw nothing.
Nothing was watching them at all.
Random Breakroom...
"Boop!" Angel said in a joking manner, poking his index finger against Steve's cheek, slightly nudging his head a little. The Spider Demon let out a mischievous giggle, prodding the imp's face some more.
"Boop! Boop! Boooop!" The Pornstar jeered, continuing to snicker at the imp's misfortune. Steve let out a grumble of vexation, one that was muffled by a piece of duct tape that was placed over his mouth. His body was tied to a chair while Angel sat on the smaller demon's lap and considering that Angel was four times his size, the imp's lap could barely support the taller demon's weight. Just then, Angel started to gently move his hand across Steve's gray hair which leads down to his horns that curved down to the back of his head. Angel took notice of the imp's 'horns' as he curiously narrowed his eyes and grabbed onto both of the horns, forcing a muffled yip of surprise out of the imp.
"Y'know, I gotta ask... You imps have some weird-ass hairdos and it's got me curious. Like, no offense, but are these your horns? Part of hair? Some fucked up skull deformity you had when you were a kid? It's a god damn enigma if ya ask me." Angel said, brushing Steve's horns with his thumbs. Just then, Angel heard the door click open as he turned to see Charlie, Vaggie, and Oogar enter the room.
"Enough screwing around, Angel. We've got work to do." Vaggie said with a hint of annoyance.
"Eh, alrighty." Angel shrugged before getting off of the imp's lap and he proceeded to rip the tape off of the imp's mouth.
"Ow!" Steve cried from the sudden sting of the tape being yanked off of his face. "That hurt, you dick!"
"Cry me a river pal, I don't give a fuck and I ain't talking about my day job." Angel unapologetically spat, folding his upper set of arms. Vaggie stepped in front of the imp and pointed the tip of her harpoon at his neck.
"You better tell us everything you know right now. Make this harder and I will not hesitate to kill you on the spot." Vaggie threatened, her fearsome glare peering into the cowardly demon's soul. Steve knew that if he kept quiet, he would be a goner but if he spilled the beans then his boss would surely kill him.
"I-I...uh...don't know what you're talking about! I'm perfectly innocent! Nothing sketchy about me! Uh... Me no speak English!" Steve said with a nervous smile, beads of sweat drizzling from his brow. Vaggie furrowed her brows in frustration, the blade of her harpoon inching closer to a point where the tip was now poking against Steve's neck.
"Don't test me! Talk. NOW!" The one-eyed demoness barked, her grip around the harpoon's shaft tightening.
"Hey, hold on a second Vaggz. I know what'll make this guy crack. Trust me, I've done this before and worked like a charm every single time." Angel said, gesturing her to move out of the way. Vaggie reluctantly stepped to the side, letting Angel approach the imp as he then sat on his lap, almost making the imp fall over in his chair.
"So, lil' fella... Looks to me that you're holding out on us. If you don't wanna spill it then that's fine, it just means more fun for me~" Angel seductively, softly stroking the imp's cheek as he winced with discomfort.
"Err... What exactly do you mean by that?..." Steve asked with concern.
"Well, for starters, you can start cleaning me out with a nice rimjob. That's something I bet you wanna try out~" Angel proposed with a devious smirk while Vaggie and Charlie's eyes widened with disgust. Oogar, meanwhile, tilted his head in confusion as Steve's face turned visibly green.
"W-what!? No! Christ almighty, no!" Steve shouted, jerking his head away from the spider demon while the chair slightly scooted back as a result. However, the imp found himself being pulled into the pornstar's fluffy chest.
"Better start talking then. Otherwise, I might have to bust out a few toys of mine. Half of which are designed to turn your little pecker into a shriveled raisin~" Angel giggled. The imp was now on the verge of losing his lunch, more sweat started to pour from his brow, his stomach began to turn, and judging by his tone and that hungry look in his eyes, Angel was most likely not joking meaning the poor imp had no other option but to squeal.
"OKAY, FINE! I'LL TALK, I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!... Just leave my wiener out of it!" Steve cried, squirming around in the chair that resulted in both him and Angel falling over onto the floor. Knowing that his tactic worked, Angel got back up and dusted himself off.
"See, What I tell ya? Works like a charm every time!" Angel said triumphantly, leaving his prisoner in the dust.
"What rimjob?" Oogar asked with confusion, turning his head over to Charlie and Vaggie.
"Oh, simple. It's where two guys-" Before Angel could properly finish his sentence, Vaggie immediately silenced him by forcibly pinching his lips shut.
"Angel... NOT. A. SINGLE. WORD." The Hispanic demon snarled. Charlie walked over the imp and helped his chair back onto the floor.
"Okay, seeing as how you're willing to cooperate with us, then please tell us everything that you know," Charlie said as the imp let out a quiet sigh of defeat.
"Alright... First of all, you already know that I work for Chugg and I can safely confirm that he was responsible for ordering this raid in the first place." Steve began to explain, trying his best to not stumble on his words out of panic.
"The whole plan was to have Gunner go in and pretend to be a patron but knowing how much he stood out like a sore thumb, he easily raised suspicion. Plus there's also the fact that I inadvertently gave away our positions..." Steve mumbled with embarrassment.
"Anyways, the whole point of the raid was so to kill the big guy over there," Steve said, nudging his head over to Oogar, who pointed at himself in confusion.
"He manhandled Chugg in that fight and he's not one to just admit defeat that easily. So, he sent me, Gunner, Big Barley, and a whole platoon of his men over to this hotel in order to take him out and, well, the rest writes itself." Steve explained.
"Well, can you tell us anything about your boss?" Charlie asked.
"I mainly work as his financial handler as well as his snack provider and brownie mix dealer. As far as I know about him... He's the worst person I had the misfortune to know. If I had the choice to either blow my brains out or spend another month working for him, my mouth would already be on the barrel in a heartbeat!" Steve lamented.
"He's loud, he's annoying, he forces me to pay some of the stupidest of shit such as an entire vat of brownie mix. Like, why? where's the benefit in that? I know brownie mix tastes good and whatnot but it's probably salmonella for crying out loud!" Steve continued to complain while Vaggie merely rolled her eyes.
"As much as I wanna hear you whine about how much you hate your job, can you actually tell us something that's useful!?" The one-eyed demon shouted.
"Well, it depends. Did any one of you kill Big Barely or Gunner?" Steve asked while the hotel residence looked at each other, shaking their heads.
"Oogar saw Goat and Crazy Monkey escape. Disappear into town on a loud metal horse." The caveman replied as best as he could and while his English wasn't as good, Steve was able to somewhat decipher what the caveman was saying.
"In that case, in no less than a few days, Chugg will just send out another army of his men back to the hotel to get the job done." Steve plainly said.
"Wait, what!?" Charlie answered with shock.
"You heard me correctly. My Boss will hold grudges towards anyone who slightly inconveniences him and what your big hairy giant did really ticked him off. As long he's got those two crazy rednecks, an army of idiots to serve him, a fuck ton of weapons, and a big bowl of brownie mix, then he's just gonna keep attacking until the end of time..." Steve said while Charlie and Vaggie briefly glanced at each other with worry in their eyes. Vaggie turned her attention to the imp, her expression of disquiet shifting into a solemn look.
"Say... Where is your headquarters?" Vaggie bluntly asked.
"Why do you need to know?..." Steve questioned, raising an eyebrow at Vaggie's inquiry.
"Simple. If they paid us an unexpected visit then it only makes sense that we return the favor." Vaggie replied while her girlfriend wasn't too sure about her plan.
"Vaggie, do you really think this is the best solution?" Charlie asked.
"I know it sounds drastic but what other choice do we have? Waiting a couple of days just to get attacked again? There's no way I'm gonna let that happen." Vaggie declared as she directed her harpoon back to the imp's neck.
"Now tell us where your boss is. NOW!" Vaggie demanded.
"Hey, I can tell you anything else. There's no way I'm going to..." Just as Steve could finish his sentence going to, he saw Angel staring at him with that lustful smirk that evoked a strong primordial fear that made his very skin crawl.
"...An old abandoned warehouse with a few garages where we keep the vehicles. It's just in the city outskirts." Steve peeped. Vaggie drew back her spear before making her way to the door.
"Angel, get your guns and bring as much ammo as you can gather, I'm gonna need you for this one. We're leaving in ten minutes." The Hispanic Demoness said, passing by the spider demon.
"Wow, you actually want me to fuck shit up? Now that's something I can get behind! Say, mind if I call up Cherri? She's a wiz at stuff like this, plus she can give us a ride!" Angel said while Vaggie stopped and pondered for a minute.
"You know what? Sure. Maybe some good could actually come out of that bomb-throwing psycho." Vaggie said before exiting the room. Angel soon followed behind before grabbing onto the top rail of Steve's chair, dragging it and Steve along with him to the exit.
"H-hey! Where are you taking me!? Let go!" The imp shouted with confusion.
"We need some directions, strawberry shortcake. Unless you wanna serve as some stress relief before we get to work~" Angel said, shutting the imp up almost immediately. The room was now empty with only occupants being Oogar and Charlie as the hotel owner let out a sigh as she set her gaze over to the caveman.
"Okay, Oogar, why don't you stay and help Niffty and I clean up. I'm sorry for roping you in all of this..." Charlie said as she started to make her way to the door.
Oogar didn't follow, however, as he stood in place, conflicted with himself. Because of that fight, he not only went against his owner's wishes but he was responsible for letting a horde of maniacs to his home. But rather than wallowing in his own grief while the apparition taunts him for his wrongdoings, Oogar knew that he wouldn't let his self-doubt get the better of him this time around. He was the sole cause for all of this madness and this could be his way of making things right. He was unsure if Charlie would approve of this or not, but this was his only opportunity to redeem himself for his blunder.
He needed to fix this.
"Oogar, are you coming?" Charlie asked, the caveman only replying with silence before finally answering Charlie's question.
"No... Oogar want to join." He said quietly.
"W-what?" Charlie replied with confusion.
"Oogar want to join... Join Vaggie and Angel. Stop bad men." Oogar spoke up, a look of determination shining in his eyes. In an instant, Charlie frantically stepped up to Oogar, knowing that she didn't want him to get hurt.
"But... Oogar, are you sure?" Charlie asked with apprehension.
"Oogar know... Charlie don't want Oogar to fight. Oogar don't like fighting either." The caveman said, briefly glancing to the side for a moment.
"But Oogar can't let Bad Men destroy home. If Oogar stand back then Bad Men will hurt hotel. Hurt Charlie. Hurt Vaggie. Hurt everyone." Oogar explained, placing a hand on the hotel owner's shoulder.
"Oogar lost many homes to monsters. Broken beyond repair. Oogar don't want to lose this home... Oogar don't want to lose you..." Oogar continued, his tone shifting from resolute to sullen by the last sentence. Charlie was unsure of what to say but just from Oogar's voice alone, she knew how much this hotel truly meant to him.
"Honestly, Charlie, he should TOTALLY tag along!" Angel interrupted, poking his head into the room having overheard their conversation. "I mean, you've seen what this big ol' hunk of muscle can do! He'd be a very reliable asset to the team!"
"Well..." Charlie said before her thoughts were interrupted by Vaggie's voice.
"To be honest, I actually second that." The one-eyed demon said, stepping into the room. "Oogar genuinely wants to help us and given what he can bring to the table, I think he would be an immense help to us here."
Charlie stopped and thought to herself for a moment, setting her gaze back to Oogar as her worried expression turned into a rather hopeful smile.
"If you really want to do this then it would be unfair of me to keep you here. But before you go, I have one last thing to say to you..." Charlie proceeded to place both her hands onto the caveman's arms before slightly tugging him forward so that he could hear her message a little clearer.
"Go get 'em for me, big guy!" The Hotel Owner said with an encouraging smile. From behind his scruffy beard, Oogar smiled back.
"Oogar will."
A Dark Alleyway...
It was dead quiet in the dingy backstreets of Pentagram City, other than the faint dripping of water from a storm gutter or the loud snoring of vagrants who were resting against the building walls or inside the dumpsters with the raccoons, all was silent. However, the sound of footsteps clacking against the cement ground was audible as a new demon came waltzing into the dark alleyway. This new visitor was cloaked in a dark maroon robe that almost blended in with the darkness and upon closer inspection, the demon resembled a raven in terms of appearance, with a long beak and dark feathers.
Before entering into the narrow pathway, the cloaked demon gazed at his surroundings before letting out a groan of displeasure as if he didn't want to be here. The avian-like demon carefully trudged his way through the drab back alleyway, stepping over various pieces of garbage as well as discarded cigarette butts and used syringes. Halfway through his trip, the cloaked demon pulled out a small piece of paper with an address number written on it. Looking up, he saw the exact same number hovering over a nearby door.
"About bloody time..." The bird-like demon said in a high-pitched, scratchy voice. Upon arriving at the door, he knocked on the door and called out for whoever was on the other side to answer him.
"Come on out! I know you're in there. I just want to get this over with..." He grumbled, continuing to pound on the door. The cloaked demon ceased his knocking when he heard a click from the other side before fearfully stepping back. The door creaked open, revealing nothing but darkness but it wasn't long before a pair of gleaming hot pink eyes illuminated through the blackness. The avian-like demon could make out a humanoid figure that easily towered over him as a puff of red smoke was blown into his face, making the cloaked demon enter a coughing fit as he fanned the smoke away with a hand.
"Now, now... Is that any way to talk to an accomplice?..." A deep, velvety voice spoke while the bird continued to hack from the noxious fumes before finally coming to his senses.
"Look, I hate having to do this but you're the only few demons who are willing to bail me out of trouble..." The cloaked demon grumbled.
"Depends. You got what I need?" The figure asked, prompting the smaller demon to reach into his cloak as he pulled out a briefcase and placed it right before his taller accomplice.
"Here, this should be more than enough to keep things under wraps." The bird-like demon said as a black, clawed hand reached out from the murky blackness and pulled the briefcase in. The figure began to unclip the briefcase to take a look at the contents from inside, where his eyes were met with millions of dollars that were neatly stacked and buddled together. The taller demon's lips cracked into a glowing smile, one that housed a row of sharp pink teeth with one golden tooth that stuck out from the crowd.
"Good... Pleasure doing business with you, baby~" The demon said to his smaller accomplice, who growled with frustration from that comment as he then pointed a feathery finger at the figure to call him.
"Refer to me as 'baby' again and I'll-"
"You'll what, babe?..." The figure interrupted, narrowing his eyes. The cloaked demon stopped for a moment, his pupils shrunk while he reeled his hand back
"I'll... I'll... err..." The cloaked demon tried to think of something but considering who he was talking to, he was putting a lot at risk. The figure merely laughed off the bird's attempt at a threat.
"That's what I thought..." He said with a sickening smirk.
"Look, forget it! You got your money, my reputation is safe. None of this EVER happened!" The raven squawked, leaving the alleyway without saying goodbye to his accomplice. The taller demon merely scoffed before shutting the door while the cloaked demon exited the dingy alley and into the city streets. Making his way through the city, the bird-like demon felt a strong sense of contempt towards his very surroundings.
"Bah... This whole wretched city is nothing but a landfill teeming with disgusting sinner trash. Just the very idea that I have to breathe the same air as these barbarians is outright insulting!" He thought to himself aloud, ignoring the many bums who asked him for change as he continued down the streets.
"Honestly if I had it my way, I would have all of these unruly troglodytes sent to the lowest circle that Hell has to offer. It would certainly improve Pentagram City as a whole..." The cloaked demon proclaimed, approaching a crosswalk.
"Once I squeeze myself in a better position, I'll rise above these lowly cretins and then show who really is in charge! All will bow to me and respect me for who I am. These pathetic sinners will rue the day they mess with the one and only, LORD-"
HONK!
HONK!
During the raven's monologue, he had failed to realize that he was in the middle of the crosswalk as the blaring horn of a vehicle snapped back to reality. The bird-like demon jerked his head over to the source to see a red convertible speeding towards. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as he let out a screech of terror before quickly leaping to the other side in a panic-fueled burst of energy, narrowly dodging the vehicle. The raven awkwardly flew through the air and came crashing into a nearby cluster of trash cans. Upon colliding with the various metal wastebaskets, they tipped over and sure enough, the avian-like demon found himself buried beneath a sea of trash bags.
Furiously digging his way out of the mound of garbage, the raven poked his head out of the pile. He then spat out an apple core that somehow got into his mouth before glaring at the car that nearly ran him over as it drove off and soon disappeared out of sight.
"Ungrateful bastard! I'll have my revenge!" The bird-like demon squawked, pointing a feather into the direction of where the convertible sped off. However, his look of frustration turned to awkward realization when he noticed a stay dog gnawing on his sleeve.
"Hey, get off!" The raven barked, trying to shake the mutt off. Meanwhile, the driver of the convertible, Cherri Bomb, hollered with laughter alongside Angel Dust, who sat right next to her in the passenger seat.
"Heh! Did you see the look on that asshole's face? Fucking priceless!" The one-eyed anarchist said, both she and Angel continued to laugh with psychotic glee. From the backseat, Oogar and Vaggie jostled around in discomfort from the bumpy ride while Steve was wedged right between them, still tied up
"Was it really a good idea to give her the wheel?..." Vaggie asked, holding onto the grab handle for dear life.
"Don't sweat it! I did some joyriding when I was only twelve. Sure, I hit a sign or two, maybe a fire hydrant here and there, and probably some pedestrians. But other than that, it was smooth sailing!" Cherri said before making the sharp turn, the passengers in the back seat rocking back from the sudden movement of the vehicle. If it weren't for the seatbelts, then they would've surely flown out of the windows.
"Well, that's comforting..." Vaggie said sarcastically.
"Yo, Cherri. I gotta ask, where didja get this hot rod. I thought you don't own a car?" Angel asked, lighting himself a cigarette.
"Oh yeah, I don't own a car. In fact, I actually stole it from Katie Killjoy!" Cherri exclaimed.
"No fuckin' way! Really?" The spider demon asked before blowing a small gust of smoke out of the window.
"You better believe it! The dumbass legit left her car on and had to go to the bathroom, I bet right now she's fucking pissed through the roof right now." The cyclopean demon said with a laugh.
"Speaking of which, I heard Charlie called that insect-looking hoe a bitch right at her face. Honestly, I wish I was there, it would've been the most hilarious I've ever seen in my crap life!" Angel snickered while Vaggie grunted with frustration.
"Yeah, you weren't there because you were getting involved in a fucking turf war!" Vaggie snarled.
"Ugh, don't be such a wet blanket! It's not my fault you wanna put a damper on my fun even if it means I kill a few bastards here and there!" Angel defended himself while Vaggie hatefully glared at him.
"Oogar feel sick..." The caveman muttered, an uneasy feeling overtaking his stomach
"Welcome to the club pal. Sweet Satan, I'm just seconds away from blowing chunks..." Steve whined.
"Hey, throw up in my car or I'll... Eh, go ahead, this isn't really my car." Cherri shrugged, running a red light that resulted in two cars nearly hitting the convertible while the drivers honked and yelled at the one-eyed anarchist, who really seemed apathetic to the situation as she kept moving forward while reaching her arm out of the window and flipping them the bird.
"Alright, we're approaching the city outskirts. How far is the warehouse?" Vaggie asked the imp.
"Well, a typical drive from Pentagram City all the way to headquarters is usually around forty minutes if that's what you're asking." Steve groggily replied.
"Oi, Caveman. I got a question for ya. You're like, from the stone age and shit, so I gotta ask... Is it true that you knock out women with clubs and then drag their unconscious bodies in caves to have your with them?" Cherri asked, Oogar tilting his head in confusion from the cyclopean's question.
"Hmm... Welll... Big Mama tell Oogar not to hit women on head. Very bad." The behemoth answered while Cherri raised a brow at Oogar's reply, feeling as though he had misinterpreted her question.
"...That's not what I was... Fuck it." Cherri uttered to herself before moving onto another question. "Well, uh... have you at least banged anybody when you were alive? Like any dames or dudes... Animals probably?"
"...Bang?... What is Boom Boom Lady talking about?" Oogar asked, turning his head to Vaggie for an answer.
"Ignore her, Oogar. She clearly has no idea what she's talking about." Vaggie grumbled.
"She's talking about sex, bro. Did you ever have sex?" Angel interjected, much to Vaggie's dismay. Oogar simply looked at Angel with a clear expression of confusion, that word sounding alien to the caveman.
"...What is a... sex? Is it an animal? Can you hunt it?" Oogar curiously asked. A brief silence filled the car but it wasn't long until both Angel and Cherri began to laugh like a clan of hyenas.
"Jesus Christ, I can't even right now..." Vaggie groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. Steve, knowing that he has to deal with this level of immaturity decided to engage in some small talk before the inevitable raid.
"So... You have to deal with these people all the time?" Steve asked, to which the Hispanic demoness let out a sigh of displeasure.
"On a daily basis..." She begrudgingly murmured. Steve looked at her with a blank expression before turning his head away from the one-eyed demon.
"Yeah... I know how it feels." The imp said with a pout.
The red convertible continued its way through the city streets before finally reaching an exit, prompting Cherri to put her foot onto the gas. Within a matter of seconds, the vehicle found itself leaving the city behind and into the barren outskirts where certain danger awaited them.
Pentagram City Outskirts
In the far outskirts of Pentagram City, it was about as barren and quiet as you would expect. Miles upon miles of empty, treeless plains as far as the eye could see with only a thin road stretching across the desolate flatlands. If one were to traverse further down the trail, however, they would find themselves passing by a large abandoned warehouse with a few garages neighboring the structure. Upon first glance, the building seemed to be abandoned, rust coating its metal exterior while a series of green vines grew against the structure.
However, looks can be deceiving, as this warehouse was currently Chugg's base of operation where he, alongside his men, filmed his show and done whatever sort of inane activities a group of degenerate such as themselves would partake in. As of right now though, Chugg wasn't in a particularly good mood. Mainly stemming from the fact that the raid he carried out ended up becoming a total failure, losing a large number of his men in the process. While Chugg was already planning a second raid, considering how aggravating the thought of being defeated again by that caveman, the Asshole King took it upon himself to 'destress' in his office for the time being. As for his lackeys, they were busy doing their own thing or currently guarding the perimeter.
Outside of the warehouse, two imp guards stood at the front entrance with weapons in hand, one female and one male. The two were less focused on guarding and more focused on a heated argument as their shouting could be heard from half a mile away.
"I'm telling you, Adam! If there was a species of animals that could take over the Earth that isn't the apes, it would totally be the Cassowaries. No questions needed!" The female imp exclaimed.
"Don't be ridiculous, Jem! That's completely stupid! We all know that Dolphins would totally take over the planet in a heartbeat!" Adam retorted.
"Don't be dumb, Adam! If Australia lost a war with Emus, who knows what kind of damage those fuckers could do! They're basically the closest thing to Velociraptors on that planet, all they really need to do is spread their numbers, and boom, they're the dominant species!" She defended while her colleague merely shook his head in disapproval.
"Dolphins are considered to be the most intelligent animal in the whole world! Plus they can easily travel across the world by sea, so they'll pretty much attack anywhere they want. How are Cassowaries gonna spread their numbers when they can't fly?!" The imp asked.
"Simple, evolution! Besides, lemme ask you something. How are Dolphins gonna take over the world when they don't even have legs. Like, Oh no! Watch out, I hope that dolphin doesn't flop me to death!" Jem yelped.
"Oh yeah, then explain to me how-" Adam was about to go on a scathing tangent when suddenly both he and Jem heard something being thrown at their feet. It was then followed by a hissing noise as the two looked down to their feet to see a bomb that was seconds away from exploding.
"OH FUCK!" Jem screamed, both imps immediately scrambling out of harm's way but it was far too late for them to escape.
KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
A massive explosion sent the two imps flying from opposite directions while the sudden blast alerted other guards as they soon took notice of a red convertible, speeding towards them.
"WHAT'S UP, FUCKWADS!" Cherri said with a laugh, before hurling another bomb at the guards. The surrounding goons immediately fled from the vicinity of the explosive, a few of them scrambling into the garages for shelter. As soon as the bomb went off, another explosion rang throughout the area while a crowd of guards began to open fire on the attackers. Angel retaliated by drawing out his Tommy Guns and opening fire onto the minions, successfully gunning down a grunt or two while the surviving lackeys quickly threw themselves out of the rapid gunfire. Vaggie had her head ducked down, knowing that her only weapon was her harpoon and a limited supply of throwing knives while Oogar fired upon any gunmen with rock shards. As for Steve, he was hiding underneath his seat to save his own hide from getting gunned down.
Within a matter of seconds, a shrill alarm started to blare throughout the area from speakers mounted onto the roof of the warehouse. After having gunned down the remaining lackeys from the safety of the convertible, Angel, along with the other occupants of the vehicle, heard the deafening siren fill the air. Just then, the alarm was replaced by a distorted-sounding song...
"Well he ain't my boy but the brother is heavy..."
"That doesn't sound good does it?" Angel was quite right because in the span of only a few seconds doors to garages swung open as if they had a mind of their own before a horde of jeeps, a few of which had a machine gun turret mounted on them, came speeding out of the opening.
"Gave away my possessions and moved into a chevy!"
Driving the vehicles were imps, armed with various guns, explosives, and rocket launchers. They had paint crudely slathered onto their bodies, some of which wore tattered loincloths while others were bare naked.
"Van, yeah, that's the master plan..."
The leader of this wolf pack of jeeps unleashed a primal screech, resulting in the rest of his clan unleashing a bone-chilling war cry.
"TARZANITES... ATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"
"Drive into the woods and eat corn out the can!"
"Yep, definitely not good..." Angel uttered while the lead Tarzanite Jeep fired upon the red convertible with a stream of hot lead, the bullets bouncing against the car's metal frame. Acting fast, Cherri swerved the car in the opposite direction while the approaching vehicles trailed them from behind, pelting their target with gunfire while Angel returned the favor, poking half his body out of the window before blasting at the oncoming pack of tarzanites who were hungry for their blood. While Angel was able to score a few kills here and there, it wasn't enough to ward off the tarzanites as the spider demon reeled himself back to reload. Among the pack, one Tarzanite fired a rocket straight at one of the convertible's back tires.
"OH FUCK!" Cherri didn't have enough time to veer out of the way resulting in the rocket striking the car from behind, launching the vehicle several feet into the air. The sudden impact of the rocket exploding against the car's backside caused Oogar to jerk right into the door, striking the door with enough force to knock it right off of its hinges. Oogar's muscular frame accidentally tore through his seatbelt and as such, he flew right out the opening. Miraculously, the convertible was able to land on its wheels and was still operational, even if one of the back tires was blown off.
"SHIT, NO!" Vaggie shouted, looking over to her shoulder to see Oogar laying on the ground while the Tarzanite Jeeps closed on him. This prompted Vaggie to quickly unbuckle her seatbelt as she scrambled over to the doorless opening where the caveman fell out.
"VAGS, WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING DOING!?" Angel barked only for Vaggie to completely ignore him as she dove straight out of the vehicle. When she fell onto the hard ground, Vaggie immediately got back onto their feet and without any hesitation, she sprinted over towards Oogar. The Behemoth let out a grumble of discomfort, slowly rising to his feet before suddenly he felt Vaggie push him to the side.
"WATCH OUT!" The one-eyed demon cried, the two demons narrowly avoiding their one-way ticket to becoming roadkill by an approaching jeep. Vaggie and Oogar both sprinted in the opposite direction while the larger pack split into two smaller herds, one focusing on the convertible while the other half chased after the two demons.
While they were able to sprint at a long enough distance, the tarzanites were still hot on their track. Without any warning, the turret mounted onto the jeep opened fire upon the two demons as Oogar created a stone barrier just in the nick of time. Both Oogar and Vaggie hid behind the shield while rapid machine gunfire struck against the barrier. Vaggie quickly drew out one of her throwing knives and with one good throw, she managed to hurl the blade right into one of the driver's head. With the motorist dead, the jeep violently swerved into the right before suddenly, a stone column sprouted right in front of the vehicle as it crashed straight into the pillar. With the sudden impact of the crash, the remaining inhabitants of the jeep were sent flying through the air and subsequently landed on the ground.
The landing anything but graceful as the imps were now dazed and confused from the sudden chain of events. The whiplash took such a toll on the goons, that they failed to notice the stolen convertible pass them by.
"Happy birthday! Hope ya like your present, shitbag!" Cherri barked before tossing a grenade from out of the window. The two Tarzanites were in no condition to escape and as such, they were blown into a bloody mess of body parts and chunks of meat. Returning to Oogar and Vaggie, two more Tarzanite Jeeps were alerted by the crash as they raced towards their new targets.
"Shit..." Vaggie cursed under her breath, throwing herself out of more gunfire while Oogar attempted to set them off course with two stone pillars. Unfortunately for the caveman, the drivers successfully steered out of the pillars and continued firing upon the behemoth.
Oogar stomped onto the ground, resulting in a large stalagmite sprouting out of the earth. The caveman grabbed onto it and tore it out of the ground, hoisting it over his shoulder. Oogar set his gaze over to Vaggie and gestured her over to the large jagged stone that was perched on his shoulder. At first, the Hispanic Demon had no idea what he was on about until she caught onto what the caveman was planning. Hoping right onto the middle of stalagmite, Vaggie balanced herself while Oogar reeled the jagged piece of rock back before hurling both the stalagmite and the Hispanic demoness into the trajectory of one of the approaching vehicles.
Surfing on the moving ragged stone, Vaggie found herself soaring through the air, heading straight for one of the oncoming jeeps. she unsheathed her harpoon, beginning to twirl it around, deflecting each and every bullet that traveled in her direction. The Hispanic Demoness slowly inched her way closer to the edge of the stalagmite before the sharp point punctured right into the hood of the car. As soon as the jagged piece of rock tore into the vehicle, The jeep exploded almost immediately while the occupants were engulfed in flames. As for Vaggie, she was able to spring off of the edge of the stalagmite and threw herself into the second jeep.
Just as the turret was pointed at her, Vaggie plunged her harpoon straight into the gunmen's head before kicking his corpse right off of the moving vehicle. The Hispanic Demon made quick work of the remaining tenants with a few quick slashes, the harpoon's blade taking their heads while a fountain of blood spurted from their necks. Knocking the headless corpses of the vehicle, Vaggie soon took the wheel before steering the car right into Oogar's direction, who had just finished overturning a tarzanite jeep with a pillar from below.
"Hop on!" Vaggie said, prompting Oogar to climb into the jeep as Vaggie put the pedal to the metal, the vehicle speeding across the plains while a few Tarzanite Jeeps took notice of the duo and gave chase. One tarzanite jeep was able to get a head start as it rammed into the back end of its target, nearly setting Vaggie off course if it weren't for her strong grip on the wheel. The imp from the passenger seat decided to leap from the hood onto the tailgate of the jeep with a machete clamped in his mouth. The imp crawled into the jeep and attempted to stab the behemoth in the back but just as he could insert the blade into the caveman's shoulder, Oogar snatched the imp by the head which forced him to drop his weapon.
"AUGH! Lemme go ya, bastar-WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH!" The imp's growl devolved into a high pitch scream as Oogar reeled his arm back and hurled him straight into the driver, the two imps splattering into a red paste when coming into contact. The jeep swerved off course while the remaining Tarzanite leaped off the vehicle, accidentally getting run over by another jeep, although, the driver didn't seem to care as the jeep kept moving. The vehicle's wheels leaving behind a trail of blood and innards in its wake.
Noticing the machine gun mounted onto the Jeep, Oogar grabbed onto the massive firearm and began to fiddle around with it. Considering that this was a first for him, The caveman had little to no idea how to work this thing. The Tarzanite Jeeps from behind were separated several feet apart from their targets and even with their jeeps moving at top speed and guns blazing, they were unable to gain on their adversary. The driver of one of the vehicles nudged the passenger, prompting the imp to draw out a bazooka as he aimed it directly at the caveman.
"FIREEEEEE!" The driver screamed at the top of his lungs while the passenger fired the rocket straight at their targets. Noticing this, Oogar grabbed onto the barrel of the machine gun, and with one strong yank, he tore the large firearm off of its stand. Spinning around, Oogar swung the machine gun at the rocket that was speeding towards him. The butt of the gun struck the rocket with enough force to deflect the rocket as it changed its trajectory towards the cavalcade of Tarzanite Jeeps, resulting in a massive fiery explosion that engulfed the imps, reducing them to cinders in an instant. Oogar emitted a loud roar of victory but this was short-lived because just up ahead, a blockade of Tarzanite Jeeps with their guns pointed at both him and Vaggie.
"Oh for fuck's sake..." Vaggie grumbled to herself as both she and Oogar ducked down to avoid streams of rapid gunfire. Just then, from the corner of her eye, she noticed that her vehicle was now also passing the front entrance of the warehouse at a fair distance. It was here that the Hispanic demoness came up with a brand new plan that would get both her and Oogar out of this dilemma as she then turned head over to the caveman.
"Think you can create a boulder for me? I have an idea." Vaggie plainly said. Oogar would question why but seeing as how he didn't have much time, he had no other option to comply. Clasping his hands together, Oogar began to create a large boulder that was about the size of a watermelon. Vaggie gestured Oogar to drop it onto the gas pedal, prompting him to do so. The moment the boulder fell onto the accelerator, Oogar and Vaggie leaped right off of the Jeep at the last second while the vehicle raced forward towards the siege of Tarzanites.
Upon seeing the speeding jeep hurtling towards them, The imps immediately scrambled back to their own jeeps but it was far too late as the automobile easily tore right through the blockade, resulting in any of Chugg's goons exploding into a mess of gore while tarzanite jeeps were sent scattering across the area. Oogar and Vaggie immediately broke into a dead-on sprint towards the front door of the warehouse as the caveman reeled his arm back and struck it with all of his might. On the other side of the door, two imps were trying to barricade the door with all sorts of items ranging from tables, chairs, lamps, TVs, grandfather clocks, and even their own men. But their efforts were all for naught as Oogar's fist tore a sizeable hole through the metal door, sending the various items flying across the room.
With a strong yank of his arm, Oogar tore the door right off of its hinges and came charging in all while using the metal door as a shield. Just about every single one of Chugg's underlings was alerted to the presence of the two demons charging into their base opened fire. Thanks to Oogar's newly found shield, however, the bullets ricochet off of the metallic surface while the Hispanic Demoness launched three throwing knives at a horde of goons who were attacking from a balcony upstairs. The blades made their mark, puncturing into the skulls of three imps as one such body stumbled forward and fell over the railing, his body splattering onto the ground in a matter of seconds.
Oogar stomped onto the ground as hard as he could, resulting in a stalagmite to come shooting out of the ground similar to a torpedo. The torpedo easily ripped straight through the platform, causing it to collapse as the remaining goons fell to their death. Vaggie, meanwhile, sliced a charging thug's head right off of his shoulders with just a swing of her harpoon before being approached by a tower of imps who sat on each other's shoulders, a few of which were armed with machetes or clubs. The Hispanic Demoness merely scoffed at this as she raced forward, plunging her harpoon into the ground before springing herself high up into the air, using her spear as a makeshift pole vault. When launching herself into the air, Vaggie swung her blade in a downward motion, carving the stack of goons in half.
The bloodied halves of the imps fell to the ground while Oogar swatted off several oncoming imps with a mere swipe of his hand but one goon wielding a pistol was lucky enough to score a shot directly into Oogar's abdomen, making the behemoth growl with pain while stumbling back. Grinning with sadistic glee, the imp fired his gun once again, only for Oogar to quickly stop the bullet with stalagmite as the bullet blew off off the tip, unintentionally giving it a sharper edge. The caveman ripped the jagged piece of rock out of the ground before hurling it straight at the thug, the rock skewering not just Oogar's intended target but several more of Chugg's underlings, turning them into a living shish kebab. The imp-skewered stalagmite pierced into the walls of the warehouse while Oogar narrowly dodged several more bullets that were fired in his direction.
It wasn't long before Oogar and Vaggie found themselves surrounded by hordes of unrelenting imps. Just as it seemed like this could be the end, the caveman suddenly hatched an idea as he nudged the Hispanic demoness, who had finished murdering an imp with a throwing knife to the eye.
"Bend spear and let Oogar throw you." Oogar plainly said, Vaggie looking at him with confusion. But as weird as his request might have sounded, Vaggie complied as she bent harpoon as far as it could go. Right out of the blue, the Caveman grabbed the Latina by the legs and started to swing her around, reaching speeds similar to Rotor Ride at an amusement park. Any imps who got too close felt a long horizontal laceration open up across their torso before their bodies fell apart in a bloody mess. Oogar continued to spin around with Vaggie still in his grasps before Oogar launched Vaggie with one good pitch.
SWIIIIIIISH!
Now airborne, Vaggie saw this as a perfect time to release her harpoon as the built-up pressure resulted in Vaggie spinning around in the air, resembling a boomerang. Chugg's goons didn't have time to react as they were sliced into bloody strips while Oogar stomped onto the ground as a wide cylinder-shaped rock wall germinated out of the floor. This trapped any and all goons who tried to make an escape as Vaggie rode across the walls, spinning in circles while continuing to saw her way through the imps. Almost all of Chugg's men were sliced into ribbons, either losing their limbs, guts, heads, or all of the above. The spinning demoness soon zipped up to the edge of the circular wall before leaping right above the opening, with one leg elevated above the other and her harpoon raised above her head, its blade soaked with imp blood.
The music blaring through the speakers ceased as Oogar's rock wall started to crumble into a ring of debris. The caveman raised his arm high into the air as Vaggie soon landed directly onto the palm of his hand with only just one leg.
"Alright, I think that's all of them," Vaggie said, flicking her harpoon to clean any excess blood off of the blade. Oogar huffed in agreement, cracking his neck.
"Gotta say, we make a pretty damn good team don't you think?" The one-eyed demon said with a small smile.
Now that they were through with Chugg's minions, all there was left was the boss himself. Seeing as how large the warehouse was, both Oogar and Vaggie had plenty of ground to cover but just as they could start their search, the faint sound of a toilet flushing was heard along with a low grumbling noise that was heard from upstairs. Soon, the boss himself came barging out of the bathroom door from an upstairs balcony on the opposite end of the warehouse.
"GODDAMMIT, WHAT'S ALL THE FUCKIN' RACKET!? I'M TRYNA... TAKE... A..." Chugg's shout of anger melted into a fearful whisper. Standing in the center of the Wearhouse with almost a thousand imp corpses lying dead at their feet was Oogar and Vaggie, both of which glared at the big red demon.
"SHIT!" Chugg barked, running up to the railings of the balcony to get a better look at the intruders.
"Oh perfect, you're just in time for your ass-kicking!" Vaggie said, readying her spear while Oogar let out an aggressive snort, beating his chest much akin to an enraged Silverback Gorilla. Chugg snarled back before pulling out a cellphone, frantically dialing a number as he brought the cellular device up to his ear.
"GUNNER, BIG BARLEY. GET 'CHER ASSES IN HERE RIGHT FUCKIN' NOW! THAT HAIRY MOTHERFUCKER IS HERE AND HE BROUGHT THE LESBIAN!" Chugg shouted into the phone before briefly ending the call.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, I'D COME DOWN THERE AND BASH YOUR FUCKIN' BRAINS IN WITH MAH BOOT IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE FACT THAT MY ASS IS ABOUT TO SHOOT MAGMA LIKE IT'S POMPEII UP IN THIS BITCH!"Chugg roared before his stomach started to growl, the big red demon starting to convulse with pain.
"URGH... FUCKIN' HELL... ERR... WELL, Y'ALL GOT LUCKY SO FAR BUT YOU GUYS AIN'T SHIT COMPARED TO GUNNER AND BARELY! NOW IF YOU EXCUSE ME, I GOT PORCELAIN TO MELT!" Chugg yelled before storming over to the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
"Come on, Oogar! Let's get this prick!" Vaggie shouted, running over to the staircase. But just as Oogar could follow, the two demons stopped dead in their tracks when the rumbling of an engine could be heard from outside the warehouse, followed by a high-pitch cackling. It wasn't long before a new vehicle, a large tow truck clad in metal plating along with a pair of dual Gatling Guns on both sides, came crashing through the walls. Oogar and Vaggie both leaped back almost immediately, nearly getting struck by the front of the oncoming vehicle. Driving this beast of an automobile was nonother but Gunner with Big Barley sitting in the passenger seat, the two rednecks laughing their heads off.
"OOOOH WEEE! THIS GON' BE A SLOBBERKNOCKER, AIN'T THAT RIGHT BIG BARLEY!?" Gunner said with a psychotic chuckle while his muscular partner bellowed with laughter. On the other side of the spectrum, Vaggie and Oogar stared at their new opponents, both sharing a hard look of determination.
Before the inevitable battle, Vaggie and Oogar gazed into each other's eyes, grinning and nodding in unison. The caveman created a brand new club and without hesitation, he, along with Vaggie, bolted towards the towtruck. From behind the wheel, Gunner smiled sadistically before putting his foot on the accelerator.
The carnage was just getting started.
Music:
Gone Guru - Lifeseeker