AHOY! I feel like I should leave a trigger warning, this chapter contains content that may disturb some viewers (Racism, torture and murder)
I tend not to pull punches as an author, so if you press on be prepared for graphic content.
In the middle of what was seemingly space, was a giant latke, one that was the size of a suburb.
And on it was a fifteen year old boy of half Asian heritage, his skin a light caramel color and his dark hair done in a ponytail.
He was clothed in an orange button up polo shirt with the words "Kybritz Mad Dogs" on his left breast, as well as black pants.
He had fallen out from above and crashed face first into the crunchy, flaky and starchy ground of the latke mere moments ago.
As he took a deep breath of the giant latke, Son Britz began to panic and quickly pushed his face out of the giant starch.
"What The Hell? My parents will smack me, but what the hell?! Why am I in space… on a giant latke?!"
The last thing Son Britz remembered was that he was finishing up closing duties at his parent's Vietnamese x Jewish Hotdog restaurant when suddenly it was like the ground opened up beneath him!
He felt cold, colder then he ever felt in any Florida winter and at the same time felt like a thousand judgemental stares were gazing at him, stripping down his body language, his very thoughts and memories with their gaze!
And then crashing into this.
With curiosity, Son carefully stuck one of his hands inside the street sized latke he was kneeling on; his hand going through the surface with a satisfying crunch before feeling the flaky warm inside.
He pulled his hand up with a fist full of warm flaky potatoes, the semi greasy smell making his mouth water and after a moment's hesitation dove right into the mess in his hand.
' Oh my god, this is latke! This is the biggest latke I've ever seen and it's just as delicious as Dad's!'
It was then he heard a familiar goofy laugh coming from behind him.
"Bahahaha bahahaha!"
"SpongeBob?!" Shouted a startled Son Britz as he quickly got up off his knees and turned to face who he thought was his cartoon idol.
But to his confusion and further shock he instead saw a pretty red headed Caucasian woman who was doing a perfect impression of Spongebob's laugh.
"Karen Gillan?!" shouted the increasingly confused teen who was starting to come to the conclusion he was having an episode.
The Karen Gillan look alike smiled and spoke in Spongebob's voice "No you silly boy, I'm not Karen Gillan or SpongeBob.
I'm a higher being who took this form in order to fuck with you."
Son Britz tensed, a hundred worries flashing through his head "So you're like Q from Star Trek aren't you?"
He could feel blood pounding in his ears as anger from a past trauma resurfaced "If you harmed my family, I don't care if you are a god I won't do what you say, no matter how much you torture me!"
In response the Karen Gillan look alike gave a smile, one that made the hairs on the back on Son Britz' neck stand.
For it wasn't a smile no human could pull off, the smile stretched and stretched until it went from from temple to temple on each side of its head.
"Again you're being silly, if I wanted to hurt your family I would have done it in front of you, where you could see it happen.
Do you see your family here? No? Then I haven't done anything to them.
No no my good little boy, I want to help you."
Son Britz gagged and choked on bile upon seeing how the muscles and skin on the entity's face stretched in unnatural ways to accommodate the smile, he couldn't bear looking at it and quickly found the ground more comforting.
Shivering, the teenager asked "What- what do you want from me?"
The entity let out another SpongeBob laugh, but this time it sounded like it was coming through a static ridden radio.
When it next spoke, it's voice was a similarly distorted version of SpongeBob's.
"I know- I know all about the incident my good little boy.
About how when you were eight, you and your big brother were attacked by a trio of Nazis.
Nazis who made you eat your big brother's fingers, shoved your big brother's eyes up your Anus and then forced you to watch as they hanged your brother.
I know how the Nazis got off with a slap on the wrist because they had rich family members.
I know you and your brother were targeted because you were half Vietnamese and half Jewish."
This time Son Britz DID throw up, regurgitating the freshly eaten fistful of latke as well as the pink lemonade he drank earlier.
With trepidation Son Britz cupped his left butt cheek where he knew the number 88 had been branded.
Trembling, the teen looked up at the still grinning entity "Why?" He croaked "Why are you rubbing it in?"
His voice had quickly become broken, like someone with a sore throat who was suffering a hangover.
The Entity responded by shooting it's left arm forward like a rubber band, the arm stretched and stretched crossing a distance of eleven feet for its hand to latch on to Son Britz' right wrist.
The Vietnamese Jewish teen screamed, although it wasn't one of pain, it was a hoarse scream of fear.
After five seconds, the entity's hand shot back leaving behind a pink spiked watch.
"What- what the hell did you put on me you monster?!" Screamed Son Britz as with his left hand he tried to pull the watch off him.
The Entity's SpongeBob voice became more distorted, gaining two echos that sounded like Plankton and Squidward talking after it "I just gave you a gift, so you can act out the vengeful fantasies I know you have."
Son Britz hugged himself ' He she it… what the hell is it?! Does it know my darkest thoughts?? I haven't told anyone about what I want to do, not since I was baker-acted three times when I did open up!'
The Entity spoke again, it's voice making Son's heart skip the occasional beat "Good little boys can hide nothing from my kind, now in exchange for me giving you the power to act out your violent fantasies I expect you to entertain me."
And this time Son Britz did scream in pain, clutching his head as a lamprey like mouth opened up in the giant latke and swallowed him whole, feeling like his head was going to split open.
LOCATION: BROCKTON BAY, EARTH BET.
Son Britz' limp body was sprawled upside down across the door of an unimportant shoddy bistro, the shadow from its red raggedy awning reaching out to cover him as the bay's sun rose in the sky.
A blimp-like Caucasian man in a chef's hat stood in front of the unconscious upside down teen and muttered "Stupid gooks, why can't they just stay in ABB territory so we can stay civilized?"
The obese man heaved ,grunted and groaned as his left hand struggled to pull something out of his pocket, eventually retrieving a cellphone which he began to type on.
Son Britz' mind was just now beginning to understand the mission the entity had given him.
Back when he was on the giant latke and the entity had started to download "The mission" it was too much information all at once,it felt like his brain was cooking like an egg on a skillet.
But now he understood because his brain had time to process.
He couldn't see or hear anything but the sound of his own thoughts, there was nothing but total blackness all around him.
He could however feel the blood rushing to his head and concluded that he was upside down.
As well as his legs leaning on a wooden door which felt like it was about to give his shins splinters.
His thoughts echoed in the darkness " I'm unconscious and somewhere in Empire88 territory.
That thing wants me to entertain it, and so it gave me a watch that allows me to transform into three different mutant Pokemon.
It knows that nothing good will happen to me in Empire88 territory, and it knows…
It knows that with this new power it's given me, I won't be able to resist lashing out, to resist acting out my desire to hurt and kill those I hate.
I'm being used, it's using me like the customers use their silverware."
Despite being unconscious, the teen felt his eyes widen not in the real world but a mental equivalent "I don't care, I don't care if I'm just a tool, I can finally do what I want, hurt who I want, kill who I want."
It was then that he felt his physical body in the real world being lifted off the door and being adjusted so it wasn't upside down anymore.
He could feel his lugz dangling across the sidewalk as a voice, coming from behind the left of the person who was holding him, let out a laugh.
"Oh look one of Lung's people, he must've forgotten his place after sniffing crack out of a merchant whore's asshole."
The person that was holding him gave a laugh that sounded like a chicken being strangled "That's a gook for you, they lose their virginity to a white woman and they think they're all high and mighty."
Another voice, this one on the right, slammed his fist into his hand "Give him a wake up call Cheeseburger!"
"With pleasure." Replied the voice of the person holding him before shouting like a drill sergeant only a millimeter from his face "Hey cheese skin wake up!"
Ptt-thew*
Son Britz was jolted out of his unconscious mental scape by the sensation of a wet loogie landing on his closed right eye, and at the moment of his awakening he was greeted to the sight of three skinheads who were in their early twenties.
The one that was holding him, was an estimated two hundred pounds and wore a gray wife beater shirt with a picture of a triple cheeseburger on it, along with facial hair that hadn't been shaved for three days.
'He must be Cheeseburger.' the teen concluded upon spotting the cheeseburger on the unshaven man's shirt.
No sooner did he realize this before his world was rocked by a punch to the jaw from his left.
The skinhead on his left had his left eye closed due to a horrendous scar that Son guessed was the result of a kitchen knife, he had an earring on his left ear that resembled an iron cross, and like cheeseburger was in the two hundred pound range albeit was two inches taller.
Son Britz felt and saw his world spin as he became dizzy from having his jaw struck and then he felt a breeze between his knees.
Despite how dizzy he was, he looked down so fast his neck cracked and saw that the skinhead on the right, this one having the build of a beanpole, had pansted him.
The fat slightly taller skinhead on the left announced "Listen here slanty eyes, the boss has kind of tied our hands behind our back when it comes to dealing with your kind, we can't just be killing every drugged up oriental we see.
So for now we're going to give you a warning, that'll consist of a few delicate punches followed by you being thrown back into Lung's territory in your underwear.
Capiche?"
Son Britz felt his cheeks burn with shame and humiliation at the familiar sensation of being pantsed, he HATED how the glares and smiles of condescension of superiority from those Nazis were so so similar to the trio of Nazis that took his brother away from him and left him scarred for life, both physically and mentally.
" It's different this time, because this time I have power."
As he said the latter half of that sentence, he placed his left hand above the pink and gold spiked watch on his right wrist.
With a beep, a pink holographic empty triangle appeared above the watch's faceplate.
On each corner of the triangle was a picture of a Pokemon that had been altered and mutated by various zombie viruses.
Leaving a total of three forms to choose from.
Cheeseburger's eyes widened as he threw Son back as if he was made of hot coal "Oh shit! Celery I think he might be a tinker!"
The skinhead on the left began to withdraw a gun from his pocket "Like I'm gonna-"
Son Britz trembled, not with fear but with rage, "You're all going to die." He growled as his left index finger pushed the picture on the top corner of the holographic triangle and he then slammed onto the faceplate.
The three goons had to shield their eyes from a pink flash of light.
Cheeseburger was the first to recover, blinking the spots out of his eyes he saw what Son Britz had become, and let out a girlish scream.
Celery was the next to see the transformation, and his reaction was to bend over and throw up his last meal which was ten celery sticks mixed with peanut butter.
"Kaiser help us…" whispered the skinhead who just pantsed Son.
Son was now an over ten foot tall monstrosity that resembled a corpse like monster that was haphazardly cobbled together from the corpses of numerous ostrich sized flightless birds with mange.
The birds had lost most of their feathers (only the occasional bright orange feather remaining) , thus revealing necrotic black skin which pus colored fungi decorated like boils in a way that would be the worst nightmare for anyone with trypophobia.
The mass of birds was fused into a necrotic fungus covered ball with six wings that had cat like paw pads on them on top, and a seventh wing acting as a third leg.
It had multiple heads at various parts of its body, with giant mushroom-like fungi bursting out of where the eyes should have been.
Son Britz knew he should have been blind, he had like four heads all across his body, but what good were they if they all had giant mushrooms growing out of the eyes?!
But somehow, he could still see, he could see how Cheeseburger now has a wet spot on his pants.
And he could see a pink bar in the top left corner of his vision along with a timer counting down from thirty nine minutes and thirty nine seconds.
Pink letters flashed up in his vision,providing him information about the form he had taken.
"Greetings Pokematrix User, the form that you've assumed is Pokemorph Alpha.
Composed of multiple Galarian Zapdos DNA samples combined with The Cordyceps and imbued with the power of The Paw Paw fruit.
This forms grants you-"
The irrationally angry teen skimmed the information about the form provided to him in his HUD, while his thoughts burned as hot as a pizza oven.
' For years the memory of those Nazis terrorized my dreams and made me feel like my heart was going to explode from rage! Now I get to pay it back ten fold!'
Celery turned tale and began to run while dialing a number on his cellphone "Fuck fuck we need our own capes, we need to tell Kai-"
Son Britz threw forward one of his mangey fungus covered wings and out from the wing's paw pad erupted a shockwave of compressed air in the shape of a paw.
The paw shaped shockwave traveled so fast that Celery only got half way through saying his boss's name before he had a Paw shaped bloody hole that went clear through his back to his chest.
Celery vomited blood as blood and shrapnel made out of shattered rib cage rained out of the paw shaped hole in his torso like water in a shower.
Before he collapsed onto his knees and fell onto his face, letting out a death rattle.
Cheeseburger let out a scream as he withdrew a Golden desert eagle and began firing with reckless abandon.
Son Britz allowed the first four bullets to bounce off his super thick hide without issue.
' It'll take more then that toy to hurt me, tubby.' thought the transformed teen with increasing sadistic glee.
' This is actually so so cool, I'm bulletproof! No Nazi can ever hurt me again! If only Long could see me now.'
Using his rage to brush aside the instinctual sadness at the memory of his departed brother, Son Britz decided to retaliate.
He raised one of his wings in the path of Cheeseburger's next shot.
When the bullet impacted his paw pad, it tickled like a feather before it ricocheted off and pierced Cheeseburger's eye.
The skinhead on the right had retreated into a dollar store across the street, running further into the dollar store while the employees began to set up a barricade with shopping carts, boxes of cookies, books and stuffed animals.
Son Britz cracked the multiple necks he had ' Let's wreck some shit.'
One of his legs scuffed the ground like a bull about to charge, and his multiple heads let out a series of snorts.
"Crooooraaaark!!" His multiple heads let out a sound that was a combination between a rooster crowing, a turkey, a snake striking and a toilet flushing as he charged.
The employees that were barricading the entrance screamed and cursed, quickly ducking, jumping and rolling out of the way.
Right before Son Britz' huge mangey fungus covered avian form came through the sliding door's and the barricade behind them like a wrecking ball, sending shards of glass, plastic, metal, food and other debris everywhere.
"Aah you bastard you got glass in my eye!" Shouted a strawberry blonde man who was on his ass with a three inch shard of glass sticking out of his right eye.
An ash blonde woman lay crushed underneath a shopping cart full of books and ice cream "Ugh, my ass is broken."
The vengeance driven teenager ignored his unintended victims, only bothering to cautiously step over them as he made his way further into the store.
"Come out come out little Nazi. Not so tough now that you're not facing an unarmed kid are you.
All you Nazis are the same, cowards who rely on numbers and bullying to scare people into submission.
While you yourselves are scared of everything that isn't white, male and Christian!
How pathetic to be afraid of everything from women to black people!"
That was what Son Britz was trying to say, but alas due to his transformation's vocal cords the only sound that came out was a cross between a turkey gobbling and a chimp.
Crash!!* With a swing of one wing, Son Britz knocked over a shelf on the right full of Little Debbie treats, doing so with enough force to make the shelf shatter into fourteen pieces when it hit the floor.
A series of pops and crackles followed after when he threw out a paw shaped shockwave that pierced three other shelves on the left, leaving a paw print shaped hole in each one.
Which was followed by a girlish scream when a paw print shaped hole was created through the door of the girl's bathroom.
If he didn't have multiple beaks, Son Britz would have grinned, so he settled for letting out a turkey gobble like cackle ' Found you, you piece of white trash!'
The tile floor was cut to ribbons while simultaneously cracking under his taloned feet, using his bulk he bowled over the shelves like a bowling ball would a set of pins, reducing them to pebbles.
And soon he was in front of the woman's bathroom, which he proceeded to smash his way through the already ruined door, sending a shower of wooden shards and splinters into the pink, flower filled and perfumed room.
' Why is the women's always more pretty and cleaner?' Idly wondered the homicidal teen as he relished the sight of the Nazi cowering in a fetal position.
"Please… let me go- I'm sorry I pantsed you, I'll- I'll leave The Empire 88! Just please let me live!"
The Nazi couldn't even make eye contact, only muttering his plea from between his knees.
Son Britz was in heaven, a Nazi was BEGGING HIM for mercy.
' I remember when Nazis made me and Long beg for mercy, they made us beg and beg and yet continued to torture us! So why should I be any different?'
His thoughts a mixture of glee, vengeance and irony based satisfaction the Galarian Zapdos ratking replied "Your fear, I can smell it! It smells like a greasy hot dog! It smells… DELICIOUS!"
Of course he couldn't talk in this form, so he sounded like a cross between three turkeys gobbling, two roosters poorly playing a clarinet and a cat hissing.
The last Nazi screamed like a girl and threw a roll of toilet paper at Son Britz.
The way the toilet paper bounced off him, you could hear the harmless squeak in your head signifying how little it hurt him.
'Alright I should hurry up before The Empire capes get here.'
One of his wings reached out, grabbing the Nazi's left arm and with a simple tug, separated bone, tendons and flesh from each other thus leaving the arm dangling in the air.
"Aaaaahh fuck ahahaaaa!" The Nazi rolled around, his stump coating the pink round carpet of the women's bathroom with his blood.
' Let's see how a Nazi likes having something shoved up their ass.'
With his wing that acted as a third leg, he yanked the skinhead's pants down before shoving the amputated arm up where the sun didn't shine.
Bowels tore, blood and shit spurted out and coated the flesh of the severed arm, the bone now sticking out of the mutilated anus.
Tears streamed down the Nazi's eyes as he screamed himself hoarse.
If he could, Son Britz would be grinning, but since all four heads had a beak he settled for flicking his tongues out.
Before he raised one of his taloned feet and stomped it down onto the Nazi's crotch, producing a sound akin to a tomato being stepped on ( and a similar appearance) as red and meat parts went everywhere.
The taloned bird foot went right through the Nazis genitals and three and a half inches deep inside his pelvis.
'That should do it.'
With his fungus covered foot now also coated in blood, the Galarian Zapdos based ratking purposefully stomped out of the store, intentionally leaving bloody potholes in the floor with every step and relishing the noises of fear everyone around him made.
' Their whimpers are as beautiful as Uncle Samuel's harmonica, their screams stroke my ears like a puppy's paw'
When he made it outside, he slapped a pink dial that was on his chest and in a pink flash of light, he was human again.
Crossing his arms over his chest he spoke "Now I wait."
He didn't have to wait long, within five minutes he could hear the roar of a motorcycle coming from around the left corner.
The roar of the bike was like a woodpecker speaking through a voice modulator.
The bike was a navy blue Harley Davidson that had Flaming wolf head shaped handles.
Riding the bike was a shirtless man who was hairy like a bear, he had long greasy blonde hair that trailer like spit out of a mouth, from the back of his head.
His face was covered by a simple metal wolf mask.
Besides that the only other thing he wore was a pair of jeans.
Ok his left bicep, he had a tattoo in the form of "E88" and on his right bicep he had a tattoo of a wolf imposed on a swastika.
Son Britz felt his lips stretch into a wide grin before he busted a gut laughing.
He laughed and laughed as if he was watching an episode of Impractical Jokers.
He laughed so hard his jaw began to ache, and was still laughing when Hookwolf had pulled to a screeching stop and gotten off his bike.
The greasy pretend Nazi shook his head as he took in the sight of the Asian kid who he now had no doubt was insane. "This yellow fucker is off his rocker."
Rubbing his sore jaw, Son Britz grimaced "Ow ow my jaw, damn."
Looking Hookwolf in the eye, he smiled "You're Hookwolf, one of The Empire 88's strongest capes aren't you?"
He already knew who was in front of him, the question was just a formality.
Hookwolf cracked his knuckles as metal hooks and blades began to coat his arms. "Look kid, I got better things to do then to deal with some cocky jumpstart who just triggered. So why don't we get this over with? I kill you and I go about my day."
Son flashed a grin that reminded Hookwolf of a starving wolf that just found food.
' This kid certainly has guts, too bad I gotta rip it out of him.'
Son's hand glided across his watch, bringing up the pink holographic triangle menu and once again selecting the Pokemorph on the top corner.
Pink light blinded Hookwolf, and as he was blinking the stars out of his eyes, he felt something squishy and powdery explode against his crotch.
Followed by burning.
"GAAAH Do I have an STD?! My balls are on fire!"
Hookwolf's pants in the crotch area melted and sizzled off thus revealing orange powdery fungus now covering his genitals, the latter which were swelling up like they were stung by bees.
The pretend Nazi fell to one knee while clutching his genitals as if by clutching then like a lifeline he could make the fungus stop eating them.
Son Britz let out a laugh from his multiple heads that sounded like a drowning turkey. ' Neuter one Nazi a day to keep the doctor away! Too bad no one can hear my quip.'
Hookwolf grit his teeth and roared like a rabid animal "I'm going to use you as a chew toy you yellow son of a bitch!"
More hooks and blades grew from him as if his flesh were soil and the hooks and blades were plants.
Until standing in front of Son Britz was a giant wolf made of metal.
The now transformed Hookwolf wasted no time, jumping twenty two feet into the air and dive-bombing Son Britz.
The metal hook's and claws left only paper cuts in Son Britz' flesh as he was pushed back ten feet, and not wasting any time the teen retaliated winding up to throw a punch with one of his wings.
' Counter!' He figured he would use one of his form's Pokemon moves this time and upon slamming his mangy wing fist into the giant metal wolf's eye, the eye split open like a spiderweb and so did the metal around it.
And only a second and a half later, Son Britz thrusted his third leg/wing forward twice thus launching a pair of paw pad shockwaves that amputated both legs on Hookwolf's right side.
Letting out a snarl that sounded like a combination between a dog and a cheese grater trying to grate metal, Hookwolf clumsily pushed himself up on his remaining legs, swaying like a flower in the breeze as he struggled to stay standing.
' I'm not going to give you a chance to attack, you're going to die a messy death.'
Deciding to use another Pokemon move, Son raised one of his wings in a chopping motion, and it began to glow with orange energy.
' Brick Break!' He shot off so fast that a sonic boom shattered both the windows of the dollar store and the bistro.
Hookwolf couldn't comprehend what happened to him, all he knew was that his ears were ringing and he couldn't feel his legs and that he had no idea where that yellow shit went.
' Gah fuck my ears! How'd he move so- there he is! As if being blind in one eye isn't bad enough now he's made me deaf! I'm gonna-'
And then to his horror he could feel his metal retracting back to his core, ' No! To force me back to my human form he must have-'
He felt his core expand as his metal retracted and soon he was human again, allowing him to catch a glimpse of what Son Britz had done to his metal form.
"The fucker split me in half!" Yelled the now human hookwolf, seeing the severed one legged lower half of his metal wolf body lying just feet away.
And that was the last thing he saw, as the over one ton ball of fungus and bird bodies that made up Son Britz' transformation came crashing down on him in a corkscrew dive, the teen turned Galarian Zapdos ratking's beaks acting as the drills that split Hookwolf into five pieces.
A severed arm landed inside the dollar store.
A head, six inches of spine, plus a lung and his heart bounced off the street like a pebble thrown on a pond.
An arm, a pec, another lung smacked right into the face of a teenage boy who was recording the fight, knocking him onto his rear with the sound of a jaw being broken.
Eleven inches of intestine and a kidney landed on the shirt of a cowering woman who was clutching her bleeding ears in pain.
And finally Son Britz was being showered in blood like a girl at a wet T shirt contest was showered in water, said blood coming from what was left of Hookwolf's pelvis and legs.
By this time, all civilians within the vicinity were both screaming in horror and clutching their bleeding ears caused by Son Britz' earlier breach of the sound barrier.
If his beaks allowed him to smile, he would probably have a grin half as demented as the one the entity gave him.
' Beautiful, just beautiful! I've made art out of Nazi guts, greasy grimy Nazi guts, still I feel like I should add a little extra…'
Using one of his taloned feet, Son grabbed the left leg of Hookwolf's mangled lower half and twisted the leg like one would twist a bottle cap.
Blood spurted out like a sprinkler on low power, accompanied by the sounds of bones snapping like twigs and now Hookwolf's left leg from the knee down was twisted backwards and hanging on by a few pieces of nerves and veins.
Son Britz then slapped the dial on his body, becoming a human teenager again in a pink flash of light.
Baring his teeth in a feral grin, the teenager mumbled "I've got to leave a message for those uneducated illiterate cousin fucking pieces of shit!"
Dipping his hand in the pool of Hookwolf's blood, Son Britz walked over to the bistro he originally woke up in front of, and smeared the blood on its walls.
When he was done he stepped back and admitted his message "White Trash go back to Germany!"
Bursting out laughing Son Britz flinched and rubbed his cramping jaw but kept his smile "Let's see how they like being on the receiving end of racism."
His attention was drawn back to the dollar store, the sounds of groaning mixed with crying coming from that direction.
He saw a boy who was a teenager like him, maybe a few years older, holding his bloody missing teeth in front of his face, gazing at them with sadness and horror as blood pooled from his mouth and tears from his eyes.
Son Britz began to think aloud "He must have been recording the fight, well that'll teach him to stick around during a cape fight."
The half vietnamese half Jewish teenager casually strolled over to his bloodied peer, the latter letting out a muffled scream through his broken jaw and quickly running away into the dollar store.
Picking up the discarded phone, Son Britz groaned at the diagonal crack in its screen "Well it seems to be working, despite the eyesore."
His fingers danced across the screen "Let's see, is he already- yes yes he is."
He pulled up Parahumans Online and was pleased to see that the phone's original user was already logged in.
With that he began to type, "I'll show the world just what I can do."
A few minutes later, reviewing what he wrote, he decided to post it.
Thus leaving a PHO post that would go down in history as The Post heard around the world.
"Hello Brockton Bay, I'm new here and I can already see your town is a disgusting shit hole filled with cousin fucking Nazis.
I won't stand for that, I am a half Asian half Jewish man and I won't let these cousin fuckers keep me down.
You may call me Pokemorph and from this day forward I'll kill whoever pisses me off.
Kaiser, or should I say Max Anders (Yes Max Anders is kaiser) you and your empire of white trash are at the top of my list.
I have one rule, whoever makes my shit list WILL die.
That includes the PRT when they come after me for not taking it lying down from the Nazis.
And Lung, if you think of trying to force me to join your high school clique of rapists then you'll die too.
That's all, Pokemorph signing off.
Stay off my shit list if you want to live."
AND END SCENE!
SO TO CLARIFY A FEW THINGS, THE ENTITY THAT SENT SON BRITZ TO EARTH BET IS NOT BENEVOLENT, IT IS A MASSIVE TROLL WHO THRIVES ON THE CONFLICT AND SUFFERING OF LOWER LIFE FORMS ( SUCH AS HUMANS).
IT DIDN'T SEND HIM TO EARTH BET TO HELP TAYLOR OR ANYONE, THE ENTITY'S SOLE REASON FOR SENDING SON BRITZ TO EARTH BET WAS FOR ENTERTAINMENT.
SON BRITZ HAS THREE POKEMON FORMS WHICH HAVE BEEN MUTATED BY A COMBINATION OF ZOMBIE VIRUSES FROM VARIOUS MEDIA, DEVIL FRUITS FROM ONE PIECE AND QUIRKS FROM MY HERO ACADEMIA.
THE ONE IN THIS CHAPTER IS BASED OFF OF GALARIAN ZAPDOS IF IT BECAME A RATKING FROM THE LAST OF US 2 AND WAS GIVEN KUMA'S DEVIL FRUIT.
THAT'S ALL FOR NOW, LATER TATERS!