Authors Notes: Its spooky speason folks! sorry for the long awayed update. I almost have the next chapter done but school and life is not giving me much time to work on this. Sorry about that. But I decided to write a short piece of my best attempt of horror as a special chapter for this years Halloween. While not explored often, Dc and Overlord have a lot of terror material I did my best to use. Expect the next chapter a week from now! Without further ado let the show begin. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read a very ambitious fanfiction.
"Huff, huff, huff, huff, huff."
Thunder clashed in the sky, raindrops so thick and of such quantity, it was impossible to see even a foot in front of you, not even an inch without a flashlight. But that didn't matter to the blood-soaked man.
'Run, just keep running! They can't get you if you keep running! ' The man thought to himself as he ran faster than he had ever done in his life. He ran wondering what led his life to this moment. He could remember his entire life, his time growing up in the ruins of the USSR. Fighting the neighborhood ruffians for the same food and money they all desperately needed. How he couldn't stand the light, his talents for staying in the shadows being noticed by the new Russian government.
His first-ever assignments had him keep an eye on Gothom, learn from the American national zest pool of top national elites, and gather their secrets. How his wealth and power in America and Russia gained as he worked with Falcon for power. But he got greedy, After a decade of living a life broking information to the West and East and living an untouchable life even presidents would be jealous of. His name at birth from his parents he never knew Zviad Baazovi. But in Gpthom? He was known throughout as The Bad Samaritan.
Then the Batman came.
"YoU CaN't hIDe, I WillLlllLllLL FinnnnnnnD YooooooooU," A monstrous voice of a young girl said behind him. The voice had hints of innocence mixed with utter disdain for his very existence. It was like bugs had crawled under his very skin, crawling and crawling on every single conceivable surface of his skin. Biting and scratching every part of his body despite not a single insect on his person
"NO PLEASE!" He pleaded ditching his suit coat on the muddled sidewalk and scratching his long-sleeved shirt, ripping through the fabric, in a vain attempt to ease the Itching of non-existent bitemarks, even going harder once he shed blood mixing with the blood previously on him. Zviad ran faster feeling the blood on his body wash off and bleed on him at the same time.
Soon his allies at home wanted him dead, and the Americans wanted him imprisoned. Worst of all he lost nearly everything. Had to change locations and start again only to lose to that nobody superhero team Checkmate. Decided to try his luck again in Gotham.
Gotham was always a shit hole, one of the worst in the world probably only rivaled by Bludhaven. But it wasn't just crime families he had to deal with and Batman like in the old days. No. There were entire gangs of crazed clowns running around that belonged in the grave or Arkham, Ice enthusiasts that would ice ya even if you were on their side, don't even get started on what crawling in their sewers. The city was better sure, but its quantity of criminals was just switched with its quality. In this new Gotham, all he could do was go back to being a broker.
*Thunder*
"ThEeeeEeRRee yOOOu ArE! PlEasE bE mY MeAL.~" The humanoid bug monster said. Its entire body was covered in shadow but its dainty human arms had morphed into that of a mantis, its antenna popped from its hair, and Mandibles exposed by a street light had popped out of its presumed mouth. Stuck in it was the muscular arm of his right hand Alex, he could tell from the tattoo kill count he kept on his forearm.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Zviad yelled in utter terror the monster ate the arm, the noise of flesh being chewed, human flesh, causing him to vomit and stumble into a nearby ally in his delirium of fear. He could hear the laughing of a little girl in his head clearly, it was as if it was taunting him like the bug sensation he felt earlier.
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Zviad yelled. But no one answered his pleas.
It was the worst mistake he had ever made. Made a deal with a fella named Deadshot, and knew the guy from word of mouth. Was someone who could mess with Batman for only about 5 minutes. But 5 minutes to mess with Batman meant this guy could kill him and his entire building before he could blink. He was hired to kill some ambassadors and needed info on his schedule.
He obliged of course. Was from a new nation that popped up 3 months ago, something about magic and the dead. Zviad did what he did best, he managed to get a meeting with the ambassador. Turned out he should have paid attention to the news more, it wasn't some crazy wizard with robes and a pointed hat. It was honest to god slime, with some very attractive 'daughters'. He's been in the game long enough that most of the people on the tops were absolute freaks, slime honestly saw them as his kids. The blond waving those tits around was proof of that, and the legs of the redhead were something he'd been willing to risk it for.
Zviad knew better though, wasn't the first father he met who wanted to diddle their kid fetish-wise or real. He managed to get chummy with one of the girls when the meeting didn't give him anything concrete. Was one of the younger ones or youngest, was a cutie, named 'enomily' or something like that. Had a maid outfit like the rest of the gals but was more covered up. Had skin like a fairy tale princess and cute bug symbols and pins on her dress and sash. Her hair was weird, almost solid but was a cultural thing he thought.
Managed to get her talking on how great her 'papa' was. How he saved her and her older sisters. Managed to get info on the hotel they were gonna be staying at, even managed to get her number. Zviad is a man with needs like any other, just prefers them a bit younger from time to time.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Zviad had made a turn that had cost him everything. The past two hours of running nonstop, running away from a literal man-eater, his heart pumping too much for a man his age to handle, his vision blurred from the rain and exhaustion.
"HELP! HELP!" The bad samaritan cried and yelled banging at the wall trying to get any kind of attention in his final bid to survive. In a bid he swore to never do even at the cost of his own life, the words that came out felt like venom but he'd rather taste poison for a moment than be eaten alive.
"BATMAN HELP ME!"
A few days later he woke up, dressed as usual, Got coffee at the Bat-Burger then spitting on its front door. Open the secret door in the wall in the nearby ally. When he entered the goons were moving products, his right and left hands watching the news, Zviad dusted off his mold-covered desk and sat down at his uneven rolling chair. He wished he never sat down.
In a moment what was business as usual had turned into a madhouse more fit for the Joker. The entire floor no matter where he looked had blood splattered over it. His bodyguard at the door splattered on the wall, almost as if they had merged with it with limbs and their faces bent unnaturally. Their entire bodies are just wrong.The most horrifying part?
They were still alive, begging to be killed. Zviad instantly ran out of the room slipping into the hallway and covering himself in a puddle of blood. He looked right and saw his left hand Torrez completely disembowled and eyes carved out sitting on a chair. Cockroaches crawling in his opened stomach, one of his popped out after a roach had crawled out of it. It then proceeds to eat the hanging eye. His right hand Alex nowhere to be seen.
He got up and ran past the product room. He only caught a few seconds of a glimpse of it but what he saw haunted him almost as much as the other room. Boxes of their product, dolls with drugs of all kinds hidden in them, were replaced with the decapitated heads of every goon in the building. Crooked cops getting their cut of the Operation Money were stabbed with their batons through their elbows and knees, their guns caved into their heads. God even their drug producer ladies who honestly to god had nothing to do with their operation and only wanted to get enough money to get through the month had all been…skinned alive and hung upside down on the roof.
Zviad Got to the door and found it locked, he pushed and banged at it trying to force it open. He looked around to see if he could find anything of use but saw something utterly out of place. It was the Enomily girl he met at the ambassador building. She just stood there starting at him.
"HI Mr. Baazovi! I dont go on a lot of dates, only the ones my dad approves of. Unfortunately for you, you took advantage of me. My dad got hurt because of Me." The girl said walking closer.
Zviad Baazovi was still. Whatever Deadshot did, they traced it back to him. He was in the big leagues, not the kind that granted you respect. It was the kind that served as a warning, the kind of warning used to make sure that people got the message to not mess with someone. Right now he was gonna be that message.
"All because I wanted some Fresh….MEAT" The small girl who couldn't have been older than 14 said, shifting into a literal bug monster of a spider. Their face changed into the face of a mutated black widow, legs thick and strong sprouted from her back and lifted her in the air. She stared straight at Zviad, drool dripping from her mouth.
Zviad just shot the lock of the door and ran out, it was nighttime. Whatever happened in there was boggling his mind beyond reason. All he knew was that if he didn't escape he would die at the hands of a girl he wanted to sleep with.
A flash of thunder showed the silhouette of a shadow, a spider-like shadow. The bad samaritan turned and saw her body over her, her legs attached to the wall crawling towards him.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" The Bad Samaritan screamed in terror shooting his gun at the monster, his bullets bouncing off it. It got closer and one of its legs stabbed his shoulder, pain coursing through his entire right body of being lifted and the feeling of his flesh tearing.
"NO! I DONT WANT TO DIE-AAAAAAAAAHUUggh…" The last words to ever be heard of The Bad Samaritan were the same words he had heard from many of his victims as he was eaten in seconds. The only thing left was blood-stained sunglasses that cracked when they landed on the floor.
" *Burp* Whoops!~ Forgot to chew." Entoma said to herself. It had not been a good past 3 days. First, she messed up in talking to the guy. Honestly, all she wanted was a quick meal, Honest! Demiurge even gave her intel saying it would be fine if a D-list 'villain' went missing in this city.
Gotham reminded her of her home city Tokyo, she would compare Gotham to Tokyo on a very good day. Kinda like the street cleaning days they did to clear off the bodies littered on the street and when her flesh dealer would give her some fresh meat!
Unfortunately, she got too greedy. Told him a bit too much about what her father was up to, and the next thing she knew she and her sisters had to fight off some kind of 'Suicide Squad' from killing her dad. Too bad her dad got hurt with an ice bullet, good thing Pestonya was there.
"[Message: Entoma where are you? You're going to miss the movie night meeting we had with if you stay out any longer.]". The voice of her father HeroHero in her head.
"[Ack! Sorry dad! I got kinda carried away playing in the rain for the first time.]". Entoma said doing her best to make her voice as convincing as possible.
"[Sorry to interrupt your fun sweetheart, you are wearing a raincoat right?]". HeroHero asked in his trademark fatherly concern.
"[Yes dad. I'll be home in time to get dressed. I promise to wear my good dress!]" Entoma replied.
"[Just get home safe dear. This Gotham City is dangerous, you don't need me to remind you of a few days ago.]" HeroHero said making Entoma sigh in embarrassed acknowledgment.
"[I will dad. See you there! Bye!~]" Enotma said in her cute voice reserved only for her dad.
"Thank you for your help Demiurge. I own you one! I gotta go but give Shalltear my thanks too!" Entoma said turning around to the arch demon and bowed in thanks before teleporting away.
"No problem Entoma. Now, what to do with the leftovers? Perhaps the Happy Farm can use some more fertilizer." Demiurge said to himself. The plan went off without a hitch, a simple time-stop bubble spell and hours of a carefully concocted plan to ensure that no one would know what happened here. He walked to the sunglasses and in a moment they were burned to ash with a simple [Flame] spell. Demiurge smudged the ash one would a cigarette and wiped his foot on a nearby puddle.
He went to work with his subordinates to clean up the rest of the mess.
Authors note: Demiurge for the win. One of my fav all-time anime characters. Also, I did my best to depict The Bad Samaritan I the best light I could. (A D-List villain I found out from Solid JJ. I recommend the video skits he does the be funny.) Anyway, I gotta go and tape Mxyzptlk to the chair before he breaks free again. Have a spooky month and may horror-based anime waifus fill your dreams tonight.