Somewhere within an elevator, a man rested against the wall, his body slumped in a posture that suggested a deep, albeit uneasy, sleep. The elevator hummed softly as it ascended, its digital display blinking from 5 to 6. The man's face was a canvas of confusion even in slumber, as if his dreams were a labyrinth he couldn't navigate.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, a gasp escaping his lips as if he'd been submerged and had just broken the surface of water. He stumbled forward, disoriented, his knees giving way beneath him. He caught himself just before hitting the floor, his gloved hands gripping the railing inside the elevator.
His eyes darted around, taking in the confined space.
Strange Man: Where am I? (he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. His gaze fell upon his reflection in the elevator's mirrored wall. A man in his twenty five stared back, his eyes a striking shade of red, his hair a raven black. He was dressed in a military-grade suit, its design intricate and purposeful, colored in a palette of black, red, and gray)
He looked down at his attire, his fingers tracing the fabric of his jacket, then moving to the belt that held a knife and a firearm labeled 'Silver Meson Shooter.'
Strange Man: What is all this? (he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper. His mind was a blank slate; no memories, no recollection of who he was or how he'd ended up here)
His eyes shifted back to the digital display. The number had changed to 7, but the elevator showed no signs of stopping. A sense of urgency washed over him.
Strange Man: Where is this thing taking me? (he wondered aloud, his voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and curiosity)
He took a deep breath, steadying himself. His eyes met his reflection once more, a silent exchange between the man he saw and the man he couldn't remember being. He leaned closer to the mirror, his gloved hands hesitantly reaching up to touch his face. The sensation of the fabric against his skin was jarringly real, dispelling any lingering notion that this might be a dream. His eyes narrowed as they caught sight of his ponytail, thick and long, cascading down the back of his head like a shadow.
His gaze shifted to the name tag on his uniform.
Strange Man: Nezakus... (he read softly, the syllables foreign on his tongue. Was this his name? It seemed absurd, yet there it was, stitched into the fabric that clothed him)
His eyes widened as he noticed something else—his skin. It wasn't just skin, it was augmented, resembling scales when observed closely. A shiver ran down his spine. Augmented skin, advanced military gear—what was he? A soldier? An experiment?
His thoughts were interrupted by the soft chime of the elevator, the digital display now showing the number 9. Still, the doors remained closed, and the elevator continued its ascent.
Nezakus: Why won't it stop? (he muttered, his voice tinged with a rising sense of unease)
He stepped back, distancing himself from his reflection as if it were a stranger he didn't trust. His eyes returned to the digital display, now flickering to 10. The elevator seemed to be taking him somewhere, but where that was remained an enigma.
His mind was a storm, each thought a gust of wind that he couldn't catch. Questions swirled around him like leaves in a tempest, but answers remained elusive. And so, he waited, his body tense, his mind awash with confusion and fear, as the elevator climbed ever higher into the unknown.
The elevator then finally came to a gentle halt, the digital display settling on the number 11. After what felt like an eternity, the steel doors finally slid open. Nezakus hesitated for a moment, his eyes scanning the space beyond before cautiously stepping out.
He found himself in a sprawling corridor, its floor a blend of gray carpet and soft metal. The walls and ceiling were metallic, but what caught his eye was the ethereal interplay of pink and purple lights that seemed to dance across the ceiling. The atmosphere was both awe-inspiring and unsettling.
His eyes were drawn to a large window that dominated the middle of the corridor. The view was breathtaking—a futuristic cityscape stretched out before him, punctuated by towering buildings and flying cars that zipped through the sky like metallic birds. He felt a sense of wonder but also a pang of isolation. This was a world far removed from anything he could remember, which was, in truth, nothing at all.
Turning his attention back to the corridor, he noticed a massive, reinforced metal door at the end. It glowed with a soft purple hue and bore the label 'Meeting Room' in red letters. His heart rate quickened. Was he supposed to be here? Was this where he was meant to go?
His thoughts were interrupted when he looked up and saw a security camera affixed to the ceiling. It was rotating, its lens focusing directly on him. A shiver ran down his spine. He was being watched, scrutinized by an unseen observer.
Nezakus: Who's watching me? (he whispered to himself, his voice tinged with a mixture of fear and curiosity) And why?
With hesitant steps, he approached the imposing door. Before his hand could make contact, the door slid open on its own, revealing an empty meeting room. Ten chairs were arranged around a large square table, their emptiness amplifying the room's eerie silence.
To his right, a massive black screen loomed, its purpose unclear but its presence undeniable. Nezakus felt a wave of confusion wash over him, mingling with his already heightened sense of unease.
Nezakus: Is anyone here? (he called out, his voice echoing in the vacant space. No response)
He took a few more steps into the room, his eyes darting from chair to chair, half-expecting someone to materialize and offer an explanation. But the room remained empty, its silence almost oppressive.
He stood there, awash in a sea of questions, each one a droplet in an ever-expanding ocean of uncertainty. The room seemed to hold answers, yet it offered none, mirroring his own internal state of disarray. And so, Nezakus waited, his body a knot of tension, his mind a labyrinth with no exit, in a room that felt as lost as he did.
3 Minutes Later.
Just as Nezakus was sinking deeper into his own thoughts, the large monitor screen flickered to life. His eyes widened at the sight before him—a robotic head set against a backdrop of light pink and blue, with white circular objects scattered throughout. The robot's face was partially obscured, but its bright red eyes and shark-like teeth were visible alongside a pink mouth, lending it an oddly endearing appearance. To the right of the robot's head, the number '7333' was displayed.
The robot's face animated with expression as it began to speak.
?: Ah, you must be the first member to arrive in the Meeting Room. How punctual of you. We're almost ready to discuss the mission.
Nezakus felt a surge of confusion and fear. Mission? Squad? He had no context, no understanding of what was being asked of him. His eyes darted nervously, as if seeking an escape route.
The robot seemed to sense his disquiet.
Z3LT13R03: Oh, don't look so lost. I am Z3LT13R03, but you can call me 'Z' if that's easier for you.
The robot's tone had a human-like quality, a blend of authority and casualness that was disconcerting given Nezakus's lack of memories. It was as if the robot expected him to know what was going on, to understand his role in this mysterious mission.
Z3LT13R03: You do know why you're here, don't you? (Z added, its robotic eyes narrowing in a way that seemed almost playful, yet tinged with a mocking undertone)
Nezakus felt cornered, his mind racing but coming up empty.
Nezakus: I—I don't know why I'm here. I don't even know who I am. (he stammered, his voice tinged with a vulnerability he couldn't mask)
The room fell silent for a moment, the tension palpable. Nezakus stood there, his body taut with apprehension, his mind a whirlwind of questions that had no answers. And as he looked into the red eyes of the robot on the screen, he couldn't shake the feeling that his life had just taken an irrevocable turn into the unknown.
Z3LT13R03's red eyes then rolled upward, emitting a sound that could only be described as a robotic sigh.
Z3LT13R03: You're the first to arrive, Nezakus. The rest of the Uncanny Slayer Squad will be here shortly. So, please, try to remain calm.
Nezakus: The Uncanny Slayer Squad? (Nezakus's voice quivered, his words tinged with disbelief and rising panic. What is that? What's going on?)
Z3LT13R03's eyes narrowed, its tone dripping with sarcasm.
Z3LT13R03: Oh, wonderful. The first of the ten members tasked with saving humanity has memory loss. What a promising start.
Nezakus: I don't remember anything! (Nezakus blurted out, his voice tinged with desperation) I woke up in an elevator that brought me here. I don't know who I am, let alone what this Uncanny Slayer Squad is!
The robot paused, as if recalibrating its approach.
Z3LT13R03: Fine, let me clarify. I am the creator of two squads, the 'Uncanny Slayer Squad' and another. Each squad consists of elite and powerful individuals—ten in the first, eleven in the second. You are among the most capable beings—and particular unreal characters—on Earth. Your mission is to slay the Tractorious Trollge at all costs.
Nezakus felt his confusion deepen, his mind struggling to process the information.
Nezakus: Tractorious Trollge? What is that? And why—
The AI cut him off, its voice laced with mockery.
Z3LT13R03: Oh, your amnesia is truly inconvenient. But remember, you signed up for this willingly. There's no turning back now. You were a prodigy in the military, and you left that position to join this squad for the sake of humanity.
Nezakus felt as if the room were closing in on him. The weight of Z3LT13R03's words hung heavy in the air, each sentence adding another layer to the maze of confusion he found himself in. He was supposed to be a savior, a member of some elite squad, but he couldn't even remember his own name until he saw it on his uniform.
Nezakus felt a knot tighten in his stomach as he asked.
Nezakus: I worked for the military? What military? And how old am I?
Z3LT13R03's red eyes seemed to glow a bit brighter as it responded.
Z3LT13R03: You're 27 years old. And your military background is not the sole reason you were recruited into the 'Uncanny Slayer Squad.' You're actually the least weird member of this roster, the least mentally unstable.
The words 'mentally unstable' sent a shiver down Nezakus's spine.
Nezakus: What do you mean by... mentally unstable?
Z3LT13R03 let out another robotic sigh, its tone dripping with sarcasm.
Z3LT13R03: Oh, you'll find out soon enough. But now that you've conveniently forgotten everything, your ability to lead and keep this group cohesive is going to be... problematic. It would be a miracle if you all don't end up killing each other on the first day of the mission.
Nezakus felt his heart pound in his chest. The AI's words were like barbs, each one pricking at his already fragile state of mind. Z3LT13R03 seemed to revel in pointing out his inadequacies, its tone authoritative yet mocking.
Nezakus: So, I'm supposed to lead this squad? A squad I know nothing about, for a mission I can't remember agreeing to? (Nezakus's voice quivered, his confusion mingling with a growing sense of dread)
Z3LT13R03: Exactly. (Z3LT13R03 replied, its voice as condescending as ever) You signed up for this, even if you don't remember it. And now, you're here. There's no turning back.
Nezakus felt cornered, his mind a labyrinth of questions with no exit in sight. The AI's lack of empathy was palpable, its single-minded focus on the mission leaving no room for his human frailties. And as he stood there, grappling with the enormity of what he'd just learned, he couldn't help but feel like a pawn in a game he didn't understand, orchestrated by a player who viewed him as nothing more than a means to an end.
What are these other nine people like? Are they really as you describe? Mentally unstable members of an important squad to save humanity? Why?
Z3LT13R03's voice took on a mocking tone.
Z3LT13R03: Oh, you'll see. Just wait for the second member to arrive. It'll be quite the spectacle.
Feeling cornered and overwhelmed, Nezakus threw out another question.
Nezakus: What year is it?
The AI's eyes flickered momentarily, as if processing the question were beneath it.
Z3LT13R03: The year is 2229. Now, any more questions, or can we move on to the part where you sit down and wait for your squad to arrive?
Nezakus felt a sense of helplessness wash over him. The room, the mission, the squad—everything was a puzzle, and he didn't have a single piece. As he stood there, grappling with the weight of his own ignorance and the AI's condescension, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of twisted fate had led him here. And so, he waited, his mind a swirl of questions and fears, in a room that seemed to mock his very existence.
4 Minutes Later.
As the minutes ticked by, Nezakus felt the weight of his unanswered questions grow heavier. Finally, he broke the silence.
Nezakus: Can you at least tell me what these two squads are about? What are we supposed to do? Why were we selected? And who is this Tractorious Trollge?
Z3LT13R03's red eyes seemed to flash with annoyance.
Z3LT13R03: Oh, do be quiet, Mr. Amnesic. (it said, its voice dripping with sarcasm) The second member of the 'Uncanny Slayer Squad' has just entered the tower. He's on his way up as we speak. And trust me, he's an interesting subject. Once he arrives, I'll explain everything you need to know.
Nezakus felt a mixture of relief and apprehension. Relief because he would finally get some answers, and apprehension because of Z3LT13R03's ominous description of the second member.
Nezakus: Interesting subject? What does that even mean?
The AI's eyes narrowed, its voice taking on a mocking tone.
Z3LT13R03: Oh, you'll see. Just sit tight and prepare for the show.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, growing louder until the large metallic door slid open with a mechanical hiss. The figure that stepped through was a stark contrast to the room's austere atmosphere. Dressed in a crimson slim-fit suit, marigold waistcoat, and green patterned dress shirt, the man's appearance was flamboyant, to say the least. His face was painted with clown makeup, complete with tear-like blue markings around his eyes and a bright red smile stretched across his lips. He took a drag from a cigarette and exhaled, filling the room with a smoky haze.
With a theatrical flourish, the man chuckled and introduced himself.
Society Joker: People call me 'Society Joker.'
Nezakus felt a wave of confusion wash over him. A clown? The second member of a squad tasked with saving humanity was a clown?
Z3LT13R03's voice crackled to life, its tone dripping with mockery.
Z3LT13R03: Ah, meet Society Joker. No, this isn't a miscalculation. He has the potential to save humanity from the beings out there.
Society Joker took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke as he began to speak.
Society Joker: Society is cringe. Society is trash. I was treated like trash by society—so I killed Murray on his TV show. That's what I do.
He paused, his eyes narrowing as he continued.
Society Joker: I'm the Society Joker. I'm insane. I'm a sociopath. And I just love killing people.
His eyes met Nezakus's, and for a moment, the room seemed to shrink.
Society Joker: I'm laughing because I'm doing something so crazy. And I'm having fun. Because society just doesn't understand me.
The tension in the room was palpable. Nezakus felt an aura emanating from Society Joker—an aura of killing intent. It was as if he were standing on the edge of a precipice, staring into an abyss.
Nezakus couldn't shake the feeling that he had just been introduced to a volatile element, a wild card in a deck already stacked against him. And as their eyes locked once more, he knew that whatever awaited them, it would be fraught with complexities and dangers that defied comprehension.
Society Joker flicked the ash from his cigarette, his eyes gleaming with a kind of madness that unsettled the very air around him.
Society Joker: The AI told me to come here. (he said, his voice tinged with a maniacal glee) I'm free from the asylum, which means I'm free to kill people.
As if to punctuate his statement, he pulled a knife from his pocket and twirled it between his fingers.
Society Joker: Now, should I start with you?
Nezakus's instincts kicked in. He rose from his chair, his eyes narrowing.
Nezakus: I don't know what's going on here, but I don't take kindly to murderers. Make another step toward me, and I'll put you down so fast it'll make your head spin. (As he spoke, he pulled out his 'Silver Meson Shooter.' The weapon morphed from an assault rifle to an assault shotgun, its barrel aimed squarely at Society Joker)
But Society Joker just laughed. It was a laugh devoid of any sanity, a laugh that seemed to echo from some dark abyss. He danced toward Nezakus, his movements a grotesque ballet, until the barrel of the weapon was inside his mouth.
Society Joker: Go on, pull the trigger. (he taunted, his eyes alight with a crazed excitement)
Nezakus's mind raced. This man was a lunatic, a ticking time bomb of chaos and violence.
Just as the tension reached a boiling point, Z3LT13R03's voice cut through the room.
Z3LT13R03: Enough. There's no need for bloodshed—at least not yet. (it said, its tone laced with sarcasm) Society Joker, you're free to join the Uncanny Slayer Squad, but you'll be supervised by Nezakus. We can't have you lot killing each other before the mission even starts, can we?
Society Joker pulled the gun barrel out of his mouth and smirked.
Society Joker: And why should I listen to a machine?
Z3LT13R03: Because you have the capacity to resist the uncanny.
Nezakus interjected.
Nezakus: This is ridiculous. A psycho clown on the te—
Z3LT13R03 interrupted him mid-sentence.
Z3LT13R03: And let's sweeten the deal, succeed in this mission, and you'll be granted total immunity on Earth. Do whatever you want, and no one will stop you.
Society Joker's laughter filled the room, a sound that was both unsettling and infectious.
Society Joker: Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?
Nezakus lowered his weapon, still wary but realizing the futility of his objections. He was now part of a squad that included a homicidal clown, under the guidance of a sarcastic and manipulative AI. Whatever awaited them, it was clear that the path ahead was fraught with uncertainties, moral quandaries, and dangers that defied reason.
Society Joker smirked, twirling his knife before sheathing it.
Society Joker: Looks like we're going to be teammates, whether you like it or not.
Z3LT13R03's screen flickered for a moment before it resumed speaking.
Z3LT13R03: Ah, the discomfort of human morality. How quaint. But let me clarify something for you, Nezakus. In this reality, memes are more than just viral ideas or images. They can become living entities. Society Joker here is a living meme, a manifestation of collective human consciousness.
Nezakus shook his head, his eyes narrowing.
Nezakus: Living meme or not, I don't like the idea of working with someone like Arthur Fleck, fictional or real. It's a risk we can't afford.
Z3LT13R03 chuckled, its synthetic voice dripping with sarcasm.
Z3LT13R03: Oh, you have reservations? How unexpected. But let's be clear, you don't have to like him. You just have to work with him. And who knows, maybe his brand of insanity is exactly what we need to defeat the Tractorious Trollge.
Society Joker grinned, puffing out a cloud of smoke.
Society Joker: See? Even the machine gets it. We're all mad here, one way or another.
Ignoring Society Joker, Z3LT13R03 continued.
Z3LT13R03: You'll be venturing into the depths of the Multiverse. Space, to be exact. Your enemies are Eldritch Abominations and Trollges. Two types of beings that you'll need to eliminate to get to the Tractorious Trollge. But to be honest, most of you are likely to die within the first few days of the mission anyway.
Nezakus felt a chill run down his spine.
Nezakus: Eldritch abominations? Are you serious?
Z3LT13R03: As a heart attack. (Z3LT13R03 replied, its tone dripping with sarcasm) And before you ask, yes, a group of mentally unstable individuals is surprisingly effective against such entities. You all possess a unique potential to resist and combat the uncanny.
Nezakus felt a surge of incredulity.
Nezakus: You're telling me that a soldier with amnesia and a homicidal clown are supposed to defeat eldritch abominations? That's absurd!
Before Z3LT13R03 could respond, the sound of an elevator echoed through the room.
Z3LT13R03: Ah, the third member of our 'Uncanny Slayer Squad' is arriving," the AI announced.
Nezakus sighed audibly.
Nezakus: What's next? Another clown?
Z3LT13R03's red robotic eyes seemed to roll in exasperation.
Z3LT13R03: Would you kindly shut up and wait for the others before passing judgment? You might find the diversity of this squad to be its greatest asset—or its most entertaining downfall.
As they waited, Nezakus couldn't shake the feeling that Z3LT13R03 was playing a game with them, a game with stakes higher than they could possibly comprehend. Society Joker, meanwhile, seemed to revel in the chaos, a wild card in a deck that was already stacked against them.
Nezakus then locked eyes with Society Joker, his gaze unyielding.
Nezakus: I can try to tolerate your presence, but remember this, one toe out of line and you're dead, understood?
Society Joker grinned, the red paint on his lips stretching into a grotesque smile.
Society Joker: If I don't survive this space trip, I'll be taking you and the rest of this squad to the grave with me. Consider it my funeral gift to the world.
Just as the tension between them reached a palpable peak, the metallic door slid open with a mechanical hiss. A man in a black suit sauntered in, his long mustache and flowing black hair framing a face of supreme arrogance, he carried a shield that ressembled the man's face. His orange eyes scanned the room, finally settling on Nezakus and Society Joker.
Yuuki: I am Yuuki, the Occultist, the latest descendant of Mephistopheles.(He announced, his voice dripping with disdain) You should consider yourselves fortunate to have me grace this squad with my presence.
As Yuuki walked further into the room, his eyes met Society Joker's, and he paused.
Yuuki: Is this some kind of joke? A clown? Did I get the wrong address? I was under the impression I'd be meeting the 'Uncanny Slayer Squad,' not a circus.
Z3LT13R03's voice crackled from the monitor, its tone a cocktail of mockery and condescension.
Z3LT13R03: Oh, you're at the right place, Yuuki, the Occultist. How delightful that you could join us. I was beginning to worry that we were running low on ego.
Yuuki sneered at the screen.
Yuuki: I don't take orders from machines. And I certainly don't associate with living memes. They're weak and pathetic.
Society Joker chuckled, puffing on his cigarette.
Society Joker: You think you're above me? That's cute.
Nezakus felt a knot of frustration tighten in his chest.
Nezakus: So, we have an amnesiac, a homicidal clown, and a narcissistic occultist. What's next? A circus act?
Z3LT13R03 interjected.
Z3LT13R03: Oh, don't be so quick to judge. The circus might just be what saves this reality. After all, you all have something within you—a potential to resist and fight the uncanny.
Yuuki scoffed.
Yuuki: Potential? I don't need potential. I have power.
Z3LT13R03: And yet, here you are. (Z3LT13R03 retorted) In a squad with those you deem 'weak' and 'pathetic.' How ironic.
Yuuki's eyes narrowed as he glared at Society Joker.
Yuuki: This is absurd! This clown is useless! He has no fighting capacity! He'll die at the hands of the first abomination we encounter!
Z3LT13R03's voice interrupted Yuuki's tirade, its tone dripping with sarcasm.
Z3LT13R03: Oh, you underestimate the power of laughter, Yuuki. According to my calculations, Society Joker will gain more power, just not on Earth.
Yuuki's eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing his face.
Yuuki: More power? You're saying this lunatic will become even more dangerous?
Society Joker burst into laughter, his eyes twinkling with a mix of insanity and delight.
Society Joker: Oh, I'm going to get magical powers, am I? How intriguing!
Nezakus shook his head, disbelief etched on his face.
Nezakus: You're telling me that we're supposed to rely on a psycho clown who's going to gain mysterious powers in some otherworldly realm? This is a joke.
Society Joker grinned at Nezakus.
Society Joker: Life's a comedy, my friend. You're just playing your part.
Yuuki clenched his fists, his voice tinged with disdain.
Yuuki: I refuse to be part of a comedy act. I am Yuuki, the Occultist, the descendant of Mephistopheles. I am not to be made a fool of!
Z3LT13R03 chuckled.
Z3LT13R03: Ah, but who's making a fool of whom? You're all here because you have something unique, something that makes you valuable in the fight against the uncanny. Even if you don't see it yet.
Yuuki looked at Society Joker, then at Nezakus, his eyes filled with skepticism.
Yuuki: Unique or not, I have serious reservations about this team's ability to function, let alone succeed.
Society Joker leaned in closer to Yuuki, his voice dropping to a whisper.
Society Joker: Oh, you have reservations? Well, you better check them at the door, because this is going to be one hell of a ride.
Yuuki sneered at the assembly before him, his eyes lingering disdainfully on Society Joker.
Yuuki: I doubt the competence of this team, which is why I've taken the liberty of planning something of my own. But that's a secret for now.
Nezakus raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet wary.
Nezakus: A secret plan? Should we be concerned?
Yuuki smirked.
Yuuki: You'll find out soon enough. For now, I have matters to settle on our Cruiser.
Nezakus: Cruiser? (Nezakus blinked, surprise overtaking his features) We have a spaceship?
Z3LT13R03 interjected, its voice tinged with mockery.
Z3LT13R03: Ah, the joys of amnesia. Yes, Nezakus, we have a Cruiser. We're leaving Earth, remember? Or did that slip your fragile human mind?
Yuuki shot one last contemptuous glance at Society Joker.
Yuuki: I can't believe I'm sharing a mission with a clown. This must be some cosmic joke.
Society Joker chuckled, his laughter tinged with a madness that made the room's atmosphere even more tense.
Society Joker: Oh, the universe has a wicked sense of humor, doesn't it?
Yuuki shot one last contemptuous look at Society Joker.
Yuuki: I'll be back. Try not to destroy anything while I'm gone, Clown. (With that, he turned on his heel and exited, the metallic door sliding shut behind him)
Society Joker chuckled.
Society Joker: He's a bundle of joy, isn't he?
Z3LT13R03 resumed speaking, its tone serious despite the ever-present mockery.
Z3LT13R03: Now that our occultist friend has graced us with his arrogance and left, let's get to the point. We're not just fighting eldritch abominations and trollges. We're up against a cosmic threat level—a god, if you will. The Tractorious Trollge has killed and absorbed the strongest living meme alive, Ultra Instinct Shaggy, the almighty creator.
Nezakus: Ultra Instinct...Shaggy? (Nezakus looked bewildered) Who the hell is that?
Society Joker facepalmed.
Society Joker: Are you kidding me? How do you not know who Ultra Instinct Shaggy is?
Z3LT13R03 sighed, a robotic exhalation of frustration.
Z3LT13R03: It appears our soldier here suffered a convenient bout of amnesia en route to this tower. He's forgotten everything, which means we're now obliged to give him a crash course in meme culture.
Society Joker leaned back, a grin stretching across his face.
Society Joker: Ah, meme culture, the lifeblood of the internet. Ultra Instinct Shaggy is a meme, my friend, one that imagines Shaggy from 'Scooby-Doo' as an all-powerful being. It's hilarious and terrifying at the same time.
Z3LT13R03: Shaggy is an omnipotent being capable of destroying universes with a mere sneeze at just one percent of his power. He's considered the creator of all realities, multiverses, and even the concept of living memes.
Society Joker chuckled.
Society Joker: Ah, the internet. A place where even Shaggy can be a god.
The AI paused for effect.
Z3LT13R03: It should have been impossible for anyone to kill Ultra Instinct Shaggy. A being that could obliterate universes with a sneeze at just one percent of his power, and yet, here we are, Shaggy is dead... God is dead.
Nezakus shook his head.
Nezakus: This is ridiculous. God is a meme character? Why should I believe any of this?
Society Joker chuckled.
Society Joker: Oh, you'll believe it when you see it. The multiverse is a stage, and we're all merely players. Some of us just have better roles than others.
Z3LT13R03's voice dripped with sarcasm as it continued.
Z3LT13R03: Whether you believe it or not is irrelevant. The fact remains: we have a mission. And I suggest you all prepare, because... we're all screwed. The Tractorious Trollge is evolving, adapting, and once it breaches this reality, it will consume everything. Our chances of victory are less than one percent. Happy now?
Nezakus slammed both hands on the table, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Nezakus: This is absurd! We're expected to slay eldritch abominations and meme monsters? We're just humans!
Z3LT13R03 chuckled.
Z3LT13R03: Ah, the beauty of human ignorance. You're not just any humans. You're members of the 'Uncanny Slayer Squad' and the 'Uncanny Revengence Squad.' According to my calculations, your little odyssey in space will unlock your potential to fight off the uncanny. So, you see, you're not as useless as you think.
Society Joker leaned back in his chair, a grin stretching across his face.
Society Joker: Ah, a Suicide Squad, then? How poetic. Life's a comedy, and this is the punchline.
Z3LT13R03 glanced at Society Joker.
Z3LT13R03: Oh, you find humor in this? How quaint. But remember, comedy often ends in tragedy.
Society Joker's eyes twinkled.
Society Joker: Ah, but that's where you're wrong. Tragedy is just comedy misunderstood.
Just then, the sound of an elevator dinged, signaling the arrival of the fourth member of the Uncanny Slayer Squad. The tension in the room thickened, each member silently contemplating the gravity of their mission and the internal struggles that plagued them. Society Joker felt a twinge of excitement at the unpredictability of it all, while Nezakus wrestled with the absurdity of their situation.
Nezakus buried his face in his hands, his thoughts swirling in a vortex of confusion and frustration.
Nezakus: Why is this happening to me? I wake up with no memories, and now I'm stuck with a squad of lunatics. And somehow, I'm the sane one?
Society Joker caught the tension in Nezakus's posture.
Society Joker: Relax, buddy. If we're going to dance with the devil, might as well enjoy the tune.
Z3LT13R03 interjected.
Z3LT13R03: Three members have met. Seven more to go. Brace yourselves.
As they waited for the door to finally open and reveal the fourth member, each was left to ponder the enigma that was their existence, and the even greater enigma that awaited them.
'In a universe teetering on the brink of chaos, twenty-one disparate souls are thrust into a cosmic odyssey. They are the Uncanny Slayer Squad and the Uncanny Revengence Squad, a motley crew of mentally unstable individuals, each with their own quirks, fears, and unresolved pasts. Led by Z3LT13R03, an AI with a penchant for sarcasm and a lack of emotional intelligence, they are humanity's last hope against the eldritch abominations and Trollge incidents that threaten to consume all of reality.
From Society Joker, a man who revels in life's absurdities and embraces chaos, to Nezakus, a soldier grappling with amnesia and the weight of a mission he doesn't fully understand, the squad is as unpredictable as the threats they face. Add to the mix Yuuki the Occultist, a narcissistic master of dark arts who looks down on everyone else, and you have a recipe for either disaster or the most unorthodox success the multiverse has ever seen.
Their mission? To defeat the Tractorious Trollge, a being so powerful it has absorbed the soul of Ultra Instinct Shaggy, the meme-turned-god who created all realities. With the Trollge's power growing by the second, the squad's journey through space is not just a mission; it's a race against time.
As they traverse through cosmic anomalies, face unspeakable horrors, and confront their own inner demons, the question remains: Can this dysfunctional team put aside their differences and unlock the hidden potential within them to save the multiverse? Or will their flaws and mental instabilities be their undoing, leading to the ultimate annihilation of everything they know?
The stakes are astronomical, the odds nearly insurmountable, and the characters as uncanny as the threats they face. In this high-stakes space odyssey, it's not just about winning or losing; it's about confronting the very essence of existence and the dark corners of their souls.
Who will emerge victorious? Who will succumb to the madness? Only time will tell as the Uncanny Slayer Squad and the Uncanny Revengence Squad embarks on a journey where the line between hero and villain, sanity and insanity, is as blurred as the boundaries of the multiverse itself.
Stay tuned for the unfolding saga that is bound to defy all expectations, shatter all preconceptions, and redefine the meaning of heroism and sacrifice.
To be Continued in 2024.'