TW: Slight descriptions of gore


After Macho left, Ace waited as long as he could for Arturo to pull himself together, but the clock was ticking and he knew they had to make their next move, and make it fast.

"All I'm sayin' is, with all the shit goin' down with City Hall and Snake goin to the cops, we gotta think of somethin' soon, otherwise we'll all be getting a lifetime pass to Townsville prison."

Arturo sniffed, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. "I don't even know what to do, man," he said miserably. His brown eyes were downcast, and he looked more tired than Ace had seen him in a while. "Maybe Grubber will let us stay at his place on Monster Isle? I feel bad for involving him in this shit, but it's not like we haven't been in trouble with the cops before."

"You really think goin' to a place like Monster Isle is a good idea?" Ace shook his head. "No thanks, I'd rather not spend the rest of my life tryin' to avoid being some fifty foot tall lizard's breakfast, thank you very much."

"Can't be worse than staying here, waiting to get caught."

"I'm sick of runnin'," Ace said. "That's all we've been doin' for what feels like forever. We didn't take down the Powerpuff Girls to spend the rest of our lives hidin' like scared little mice."

"I don't know, man. All I know is I'm so tired I can barely think straight," Arturo said, rubbing his eyes.

Ace didn't want to admit it, but he was pretty beat himself. This was the first time he was able to stand and think for more than a few minutes at a time after Snake ran off.

"Alright," Ace relented. "Well, I guess gettin' a few hours of shut eye couldn't hurt. Let's go inside and tell Billy to get some rest."

As they made their way up the long staircase to Mojo's hideout, Ace wrinkled his nose as he was assaulted with the smell of sewage and rotting eggs.

"What the hell…"

When they got up to the top floor, they saw Billy, curled up in a ball off in the corner, crying softly, and Mojo and his henchman's bodies right where they had been left.

"Oh shit, that's nasty!" Arturo cringed.

Mojo, his head still reduced to mush, though his henchman wasn't much better off. Greenish-black blood vessels covered his body, and his skin was starting to slip and blister.

"Billy!" Ace cried, pinching his nose. "I told you to clean up and get rid of that shit!"

"I-I couldn't, boss," Billy said, tears falling down his cheeks. He was on the opposite side of the lab in a corner, curled up in a ball. "Don't be mad at me! Billy scared of blood," Billy whimpered, holding his face in his hands; his shirt still covered in bits of Mojo from earlier.

"Billy," Ace said. "If we're gonna sleep here, we can't have a couple of dead bodies hangin' around. I can put up with a lot of gross shit, but rotting flesh ain't one of them."

At this, Billy started to sob louder. "Don't make me boss. Please don't make me."

"Let's just take care of it in the morning," Arturo sighed, looking at the dead with an unreadable expression. "We'll just… avoid this area until then, I guess."

Ace took his sunglasses off, putting his face in his hands in exasperation. "Fine, I'm too tired to argue with either of ya. I call dibs on Mojo's room though. You and Billy can find somewhere else to pass out."

Together, the three left Mojo and his henchman's bodies to rest in the lab, making sure to shut all doors firmly behind them and parted ways.


Luckily for Ace, he managed to find the deceased supervillain's bedroom pretty quick. Taking one look at his bloody clothes, he stripped down to his boxers and jumped in bed.

"Damn, Mojo was living the life," he said to himself as soon as he hit the mattress. The sheets were soft and cool, and the mattress must've been made out of that fancy memory foam he'd seen on infomercials late at night. Curiously, he pressed his hand to the side, and watched with fascination as the handprint took several moments to fade.

However, he didn't get too long to enjoy his new sleeping arrangements before the familiar, awful smell smacked him across the face. He growled to himself, pinching his nose.

"Fuckin' Mojo. Can't even let a guy get a decent night's sleep," he muttered to himself.

He sat up and noticed a vent on the floor right by his bed, and glared.

"For as smart as he was you'd think he could've built himself a better ventilation system." He took one of the spare pillows by his side and placed it over the vent. He then reached over into the drawers of Mojo's nightstand to see if he had anything to cover the smell; cologne, air freshener, hell, he'd even take a clothespin to put over his nose.

He rustled through various combs, lotions, a notebook with "Evil plans before bedtime" written on the cover in sharpie, and a suspicious looking device that he put off to the side as gently as he could. Right at the bottom was what looked like an old picture of the Professor and a baby monkey. He closed the drawer, and tried the second one down.

Finally, he found a bottle of Febreeze and grabbed it, spraying as much of the room as he could. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for him to realize that it did little to cover up the smell, instead mixing with it in a way that somehow made it even worse.

He let out an exasperated sigh before hopping back into bed and doing the same thing he did when he lived in the dump; covered as much of his head as he could under the blanket while still giving himself enough air to breathe, and rolled over on his side and pushed his nose into the bed.

He closed his eyes and let his exhaustion take over, slowly falling into unconsciousness. Though unfortunately even in unconsciousness his mind didn't want him to rest.

"So Sanford," the cop in his mind said. "Tell me exactly what happened."

Snake, wearing an orange jumpsuit and handcuffs, looked directly at him. His face was barely visible in the low light, everything except his eyes, which glowed with more hatred than Ace had ever seen from him.

"It was him," he told the cop. "All of this was his idea. He got me fired, he poisoned the Powerpuff Girls, and he worked with Mojo. The bombing of City Hall is his fault."

"What?! That's bullshit Snake, and you know it!" Ace moved towards him to knock some sense into him, but found that his hands were cuffed together.

"Ace Dean Copular," the cop turned to him. "You are under arrest for the murder of the Mayor of Townsville."

Before Ace could protest, his arms and legs were bound to a chair covered in wires. He squirmed and thrashed, desperately trying to find any way out of his circumstance, but was locked in place.

"Hey!" he yelled. "Hey, let me outta here! I'm innocent I tell ya!"

"You've said that so many times. Why do you think anyone would believe you now?" Snake asked. Ace turned toward the direction of his voice, and saw that his former best friend was bolted into an electric chair of his own by his side.

"Snake," he said. "What the hell is goin' on? Why did you say all that shit to the cops? I didn't have nothin' to do with City Hall."

"What you did, what I did, it doesn't really matter, does it?" he asked. "Ever since we were kids, they all saw us all as one in the same; a couple of green skinned nuisances. And why just take one green nuisance when you can get rid of them all?" He gestured his head to his other side, and when Ace turned around, he saw Billy, Grubber, and Arturo all in their own chairs.

"The day we ran away together, our fates were tied. If I go down, you go down," he smiled softly to himself. "It's romantic in a way, isn't it? Dying side by side."

"Snake, that is the most psychotic shit you've ever said in your life," he looked back toward the others, and saw Arturo, looking off into the distance, too distracted to even realize what was about to happen. Once again he fought against his restraints.

"Help!" he cried. "Somebody let us out! This is insane!"

A tall figure covered by an executioner's hood that he had seen before in movies appeared before him, standing in front of the power switch.

"No, hey stop, stop!" he cried out. "Please, I'm innocent! We're all innocent!" he gestured his head toward Arturo and the others. "Please man, you don't have to do this!"

The figure took off their hood, and revealed the bloody, scarred face of-

"Ma?" Ace whispered so low he could barely hear his own voice.

"You disappoint me, Ace," she said sharply, her eyes narrowed. "I told you not to get involved with that boy, he was nothin' but trouble. Now look at what happened."

Ace swallowed. "But Ma, I-I didn't mean to-"

"If only you would've listened to me, none of this would've happened."

Ace's throat felt dry. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "It was an accident, Ma."

Her face softened. "I know baby," she said. She walked over and rubbed his head affectionately, like she would sometimes do when he was a little kid after a nightmare. He could still see the stitches on her cheek and the dark blue bruises that she had the last time he saw her. "That's what your old man would always say too. But some things can't be undone."

All of the sudden she was back by the power switch, her hand on the handle. Ace's eyes widened.

"No, Ma! Don't-"

She pulled the switch, and Ace closed his eyes, bracing himself for the pain. But instead, he heard a voice in the distance that sounded suspiciously like Arturo's.

"Ace," he said, sounding urgent. "Ace man, wake up!"

As consciousness slowly started to return, he looked with blurry eyes over at Arturo, shaking him awake with Billy at his side, both of them alive and with no electric chairs in sight.

"Arturo?" Ace asked groggily. "What-"

"It's the cops," he said, his eyes wide with fear. "They're here man! They're outside."

Ace rushed toward the nearest window, looking outside, and saw that Arturo was right. A cluster of cops, maybe a dozen or so, all clustered down on the ground. With them were various news reporters, some that he vaguely recognized. One of the cops was holding a megaphone in his hand, and caught his eye. Ace hissed to himself and crouched down, out of the line of sight.

It was difficult to hear him through the thick glass, but just faintly Ace heard his voice yelling through the megaphone.

"Ace Copular, William Williams, and Arturo de la Guerra junior and senior," he shouted. "If you don't come out within the next ten minutes with your hands up, we will have no choice but to remove you by force."


Snake bounced his leg as he looked at the cop sitting across from him in the interrogation room. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, but even if he was allowed to sleep he knew he wouldn't be able to. The faces of the people he killed were still fresh in his mind, as well as the terror of what was to come.

He wished Ivy was there next to him, but the moment he gave his confession and was arrested, they took him away and shot down both of their requests when he asked to have her with him.

"I'll call Mom and get you a lawyer as soon as possible," she told him as they led him away. "Just be careful, Snake. Don't say anything that could make things worse for yourself."

"So let me get this straight," the cop asked, his name tag reading "Samson." "You sent bombs to Townsville disguised as pickle jars because Mojo Jojo was threatening to kill your sister and your gang leader, Ace?"

Snake nodded, his entire body exhausted. "His henchman, J-Javier I think was his name… he promisssed me he'd stop it before anything happened, but…" he trailed off.

Officer Samson simply raised an eyebrow, whether in confusion, disbelief, or a mix of the two, and wrote something down on his notepad.

"I'm sssorry!" he hissed. "I never wanted to get involved with Mojo in the firssst place, but Accce-" he swallowed. "Once he has his mind ssset, there's no talking him outsss of it."

"And Ace," Officer Samson began. "Do you know where he is right now? Is he with Arturo de la Guerra senior and junior, and William Williams?"

Snake started to sweat. "Look, I didn't come here to rat on my friendsss, jussst to confess my crimesss, and mine alone. That's it."

Officer Samson put his pen down, and gave him his full attention.

"Sanford," he began. "Or, do you prefer Snake?"

"Snake," he said.

"Well Snake, I'm sorry to hear that you don't want to cooperate with us today," he sighed, sounding not unlike a disappointed teacher. "I assume the reason you decided to turn yourself in today was because you knew what you did was wrong, and that your actions hurt a lot of people. But what good would it do to have you behind bars, while your friends run the streets?"

"T-They're notsss that badsss," Snake defended. "You don't know themsss."

Officer Samson smiled at him. "You're a loyal person Snake, and that's very admirable. But I have to wonder if your friends deserve your loyalty. Didn't you just tell me that Ace forced you to get involved with Mojo despite your protests?"

"I-" Snake swallowed. "I don't wantsss to talk about Accce anymore."

"Well that's a shame, because if you were willing to work with me, I might be able to get you a deal where you'd be spending a lot less time behind bars."

Snake widened his eyes. "H-How much less time?"

"Well, I can't promise anything, but considering the circumstances and that you turned yourself in willingly… I could get you out in less than twenty years, maybe even fifteen," he said. "Compared to the time you're looking at right now, that would be huge. It would mean the difference between not getting out until you're an old man, if you get out at all, or getting to taste freedom while you're still young enough to turn your life around. Find a career, get married, maybe even start a family. Have a chance to live your life," Officer Samson looked him in the eye.

"Would you like that, Snake? To be given another chance?"

Snake's tears fell openly now. The moment he walked into the police station he was so sure they would lock him up and throw away the key without a second thought. The chance that there was a chance, even a small chance that he'd get to live as a free man again was too much to bear.

"Fine," he said, drying his tears. "But I wantsss it in writing first. And I'm not sssaying nothing else until my lawyer getsss here."


"That fuckin' rat bastard sold us out," Ace hissed. "It wasn't enough for him to ruin his own life, no. He had to turn against the whole gang while he was at it." He looked down at his bare chest and realized that he was still in his underwear.

"Shit," he cursed. He gestured over towards the pile of clothes he left by the bed. "Grab those for me, will ya?"

Wordlessly, Arturo handed him his dirty T-shirt and jeans, and Ace frowned when he looked at the blood stains.

"Doesn't exactly say 'I'm innocent,'" he said wryly. Still, he threw his clothes back on and looked back at Arturo and Billy, who were both terrified and anxious.

"What are we gonna do, man?" Arturo asked miserably. He glanced back over toward the window. "There ain't no way in hell we can run now."

"Billy don't wanna go back to jail," the green giant said, tears starting to fall. "Everybody mean to Billy."

"Hey, listen to me, alright? None of us are goin' to jail." Ace said.

"Than what-"

"Just follow my lead," Ace said. He gestured for the other two to follow him, and they made their way back into Mojo's lab, where the bodies lay on the ground. Ace saw Billy and Arturo looking at them again, and sighed. He turned his attention to the large laser gun that the monkey had used to kill that kid and his grandma. He grinned.

"You see this, boys?" he walked over toward the contraption, and patted it on the side. "This is our ticket to freedom."

"Ace," Arturo said in a hushed voice, his eyes wide as he looked at the weapon of mass destruction. "You don't mean you're gonna use that thing, are you?"

"I won't have to," he said. He then walked over toward the front door, looking down at all the cops and reporters below. When a rush of voices washed over him when they saw him, he smirked.

"Ace Copular," the cop with the megaphone yelled. "Come down with your hands up."

"Sorry Officer, no can do," Ace shouted down at them. "You see, my buddies and I have become quite accustomed to this place, what with the old homeowner havin' taken an unfortunate bullet to the head."

At that announcement, a hush ran over the crowd.

"What happened?"

"Mojo's dead?"

"How the hell did the Gangreen Gang manage to kill Mojo?"

The cop shushed them. "The longer you stay up there, the worse you're making things for yourself," he said. "I'll give you and your friends one more chance to come down of your own volition, otherwise you won't like what will happen."

Ace scowled. "Haven't youse ever heard the saying you'll catch more flies with honey than with vinegar?" he asked. "I don't take well to bein' threatened. Now, if you offered me and the boys a little somethin somethin then maybe we can talk."

The cop snorted. "You're in no business to make any demands, Copular. Your buddy Sanford told us everything."

Ace gritted his teeth at the mention of Snake. "If you listened to a word that spineless little weasel told you, then you're a bigger idiot then I've taken for."

The cop raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you're any more credible?"

"All I'm saying is that you haven't heard our side of things yet," he said, glancing toward Arturo and Billy. "Send one of your reporters up here, and we'll tell you everything."

The cop snorted. "That's not gonna happen-"

"Wait," a familiar blonde woman interrupted. She whispered something to the cop, who shook his head. The two continued to argue for a few minutes, and after a brief conversation over walkie talkie, the cop waved her on. With a shit-eating grin, the woman motioned for her camera crew to follow her and she made her way to the entrance.

"Karen Carlson from Channel Four will be coming up to interview you," he said, his voice sounding tired. "We will be watching the live broadcast, so you better not try any funny business."

Ace grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it, officer."

The moment the news reporter stepped foot inside, she wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"What in god's name is that awful smell-" she cut herself off when she saw the two mutilated bodies lying on the ground in front of her. Her eyes widened and she put a hand over her mouth in shock.

"Holy shit," one of the cameramen said behind her. She turned her gaze toward Ace and the others.

"You get used to it," Ace shrugged his shoulders.

"That is disgusting," she cried. "Is this some kind of sick mind game?"

"We're very busy men, we haven't exactly had time to throw a proper funeral for our old pal Mojo," Ace said. "Now, shall we begin?"

Mrs. Carlson gave him an uneasy look before turning toward her cameramen, giving them a nod.

She took a moment to gather her bearings before turning around to face the camera, her microphone in her hand.

"This is Karen Carlson, reporting to you live from the inside of Mojo Jojo's hideout," she said. "Yesterday, Townsville faced one of the worst tragedies it has ever known with the mysterious bombing of City Hall and the death of our beloved Mayor Mayor, who has served Townsville as Mayor for the last three decades. Sara Bellum, formerly the Deputy Mayor has since been named as his replacement, effective immediately, though currently she is stuck in Canada due to an unspecified family matter," she began.

"A mere hours after the attack, former Gangreen Gang member Sanford Ingleberry came forward and claimed responsibility, allegedly under the command of Mojo Jojo. But as you can see here, Mojo Jojo is no longer with us. Be warned, as this scene might be troubling to see. We will be blurring out the details, but still, viewer discretion is advised," she motioned for the camera crew to follow her until she was a few feet away from Mojo's dead body. She wrinkled her nose as she got closer to the dead, but managed to keep her composure.

"I'm also here today with the leader of the Gangreen Gang, Ace Copular, and two prominent members Arturo de la Guerra and William Williams," she walked over towards the three.

"Moments ago, you claimed that you were the one who killed Mojo Jojo. Can you explain what possessed you to do this, Mr. Copular?" she asked, holding her microphone in front of his face.

"The name's Ace, toots," he grinned. "To be frank with ya, he was gettin' on my nerves," he started. "He was threatenin' my buddies' here and havin' us do his dirty work, actin' like he owned this town. I had to put him in his place, remind him who exactly he was dealin' with."

Mrs. Carlson raised an eyebrow and snorted. "And who exactly was he dealing with? The leader of a minor street gang who hasn't been active in the last five and a half years?"

"No," Ace smirked, his fangs visible. "The man who put an end to the Powerpuff's little reign of terror."

At this, Mrs. Carlson's face fell. "Do you care to elaborate on that?"

"Sure thing, doll. I'll explain it real nice and slow for all the folks at home. I know none of ya are that bright," he grinned. "Me and my boys took the girls' powers away all by ourselves. Well, with a bit of help from an old friend," he smirked. "But good ol' Mojo ain't have nothin' to do with it," he walked over and patted the giant laser gun. "And if the kind folks who work at City Hall, or what's left of it, don't hand over the key to the city within the next twenty four hours, well, let's just say that won't be the last "tragedy" Townsville will face."


Sedusa looked lazily out at the Hawaiian sunrise as she lied in bed, having spent the night on her new beau's yacht. She scrolled through innocuous video after video on the laptop she had bought just a few weeks ago with his credit card, rolling her eyes at each and every one as they got progressively more and more ridiculous.

Warren Smith, heir to his father's 500 million dollar fortune, was of course, completely head over heels for her. Nearly two decades her senior (at least, if one was going by appearances) she knew all too well how to keep a man like him interested; play hard to get and smile like she had some type of secret that she'd never tell him but maybe she would if he tried hard enough. Make him feel young again; show interest in his business ideas and assure him that he was more than his father's legacy, his mother's brush offs and comments comparing him to his brother. At this point, she had it down to a science.

Thankfully for her, today he had an emergency business meeting, giving her the rest of the day to herself. Pulling herself up to a sitting position, she grabbed the blonde wig by her nightstand and put it on, making sure not a hair was out of place.

She raised an eyebrow when she saw a new video recommended to her labeled simply "The End of Townsville?" with an image of a blonde news reporter talking to none other than Ace, her last target before leaving Townsville.

"Seems like somebody has been getting into trouble while I've been away," she smirked to herself. She clicked on the video, and the longer and longer she watched, the more her eyes widened in shock.

"Sara Bellum, formerly the Deputy Mayor has since been named as his replacement for the immediate future, though currently she is stuck in Canada due to an unspecified family matter," the reporter announced.

At the name of that wretched woman, Sedusa ground her teeth together in fury. Of all people in the world, Sara Bellum was the last person who deserved to be in charge of a lemonade stand, much less Townsville. Flashbacks of the redheaded bitch holding her down and cutting every single strand of hair from her head as she begged for mercy, leaving her bald, defenseless, and without her precious babies surfaced in her mind.

As she fumed over Bellum, she missed most of what else Ace and the reporter talked about until they got to the last line.

"And if the kind folks who work at City Hall, or what's left of it, don't hand over the key to the city within the next twenty-four hours, well, let's just say that won't be the last "tragedy" Townsville will face."

"It seems like our little friend has been making quite a bit of trouble in Townsville," an echoing falsetto sounded through the room, instantly causing goosebumps to form on her arms. The reporter's face twisted into the red, sinister one that she recognized all too well.

"What do you want?" she snapped, pushing down her fear. By the look of his smirk, she knew he wasn't fooled.

"My dear Sedusa, is that any way to address an old friend?" he taunted, a mocking pained expression forming on his face. "It's been so long since we've seen each other, I would've thought you'd have missed me."

"Like I'd miss a tumor," she quipped. "I'll ask again HIM, what do you want? I know this isn't a social call."

"Hmm, you've always been a perceptive one, haven't you?" he said, his voice taking on a slight edge. "No, I'm not here to play catch up. But I do have an offer that I think you'd be very interested in."

"It better be something good if you expect me to go back to Townsville," she said. "I've got a good thing set up here; yachts, sports cars, the most beautiful clothes I could ever ask for, and a man I have wrapped around my finger."

HIM chuckled. "You know as well as I do that you could bring almost any man on earth to his knees by batting your eyes. And not an insignificant amount of women either. I promised you that all those years ago when you came to me for help; such a poor wretched thing you were, it was hard not to pity you. I've made good on that promise, have I not?"

Sedusa swallowed the biting remark that threatened to slip out. "So what can you promise me that I don't already have? What do I get out of being your little servant this time?"

All of the sudden, the room filled with a red haze and when it cleared, she was back in Ms. Bellum's house, wearing her red dress and heels and soaking wet. She felt something on her shoulder and reached out to find that she had hair, her own hair once again.

"What…?

In front of her stood Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup, along with Ms. Bellum wearing her signature outfit, and holding up a pair of scissors.

"Let's finish this girls, shall we?" Bellum said, holding up the scissors mockingly.

"Lets!" the girls agreed.

"HIM," Sedusa yelled, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. She slowly backed up from the red haired woman coming closer and closer towards her. "HIM, this isn't funny!"

The girls grabbed her and held her hands behind her back in an iron grip, as Bellum came closer and closer to her.

"HIM!" she cried out again. But it did nothing to stop the scissors from clipping her hair away, strand by strand. It wasn't real, and she knew it wasn't real, but she couldn't help but feel pure dread as Bellum chopped off all her hair, chunk by chunk. Her heart raced as she watched the wet black pieces fall to the ground.

"You've done enough," she tried bargaining desperately. "My babies are gone now. Can't you just leave me with a little bit?"

Bellum snorted. "After what you pulled? Taking me hostage in my own home, taking my identity?" She clipped off another chunk. "Sorry, but I'm playing it safe."

Bellum continued to chop away at her hair until Sedusa could feel the familiar breeze of cool air on her scalp, and knew it was all gone. She swallowed as she looked down at her beautiful hair, her children on the ground, and closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight.

"You want to know what you can get?" HIM's voice asked. "Revenge."

Sedusa opened her eyes. She was back in the present, in her bed. She glared at HIM with every bit of hatred she could muster.

"That was hardly necessary," she snapped.

"Oh, but it's so nice to take a trip down memory lane every now and then," he said, his voice back to its normal falsetto.

"Now, let's start over, shall we? The Powerpuff Girls have mysteriously lost their powers, Mojo Jojo and the Mayor are dead, and our dear friend Ace is about to claim the city for himself. And as fascinating as it is to watch, I'm afraid the poor child is going to have trouble holding it for very long, especially if Ms. Bellum comes back any time soon," he said.

"But, if you were to take care of the Bellum situation, maybe even go back to Townsville and shake things up if you felt so inclined, well, he might just be able to hack it after all," HIM grinned, his fangs showing. "I've always loved a good underdog story; the little people succeeding despite the odds. If you could help him out, it would make me very happy."

She perked up the moment he suggested "taking care of the Bellum situation," but hid her eagerness. Sedusa knew that as sweet as an offer seemed, it could always be sweeter.

"How happy?" she asked.

He grinned. "Happy enough to give back what was taken from you, with some improvements this time. Silly me for overlooking something as common as water," he chuckled. "Maybe I'll throw in a few extra gifts on the side, if you do well enough."

Sedusa took off her wig and put a hand to her head, felt the stubble through her fingers. Sadly, it was all that remained of what was once her greatest weapon. She clenched her teeth.

"I'll call Warren today and tell him it will be a while before he sees me," she said. "It looks like I have some business to take care of in Canada."


GGGFan: Yeah, Ace is definitely getting more desperate as he starts to lose everything that's important to him. He's not going down a good path, and unfortunately everyone is going to suffer because of that.

Guest: ;)

K: Billy is very much like an old faithful hound, and Ace takes advantage of that. But yeah, I can only imagine how traumatizing that was for him to have to do.

Anon: Aww, thank you :D And yes, "delusions of grandeur" is a great way to describe Ace at the moment.

PPGGuy06: Nope, things aren't going great in Townsvile at the moment. And even less so after this chapter lol

Thanks to everyone reading! Feel free to let me know what you think! :D