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Chapter six: A rescue mission.

Tucker was exhausted as he walked down the streets of the fake Amity Park, his new outfit providing him with protection but not much comfort or modesty. The memory of his previous mission still lingered in his mind, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that came with it. The place he had been sent to was horrid, and he had witnessed things that no one should ever see. Yet, here he was, unbroken and still pushing forward, surely something to be proud of. As he continued to walk, his attention was divided between the streets and the GPS in his hand, trying to locate his next mission. He hoped that it wouldn't be as mind-wrecking as the previous one.

the geek sighed as he looked into a dark alleyway, knowing that he had no choice but to complete the mission if he wanted to escape the game. He couldn't help but hope that this mission wouldn't be too taxing on his mind and soul. As he turned a corner, he saw a familiar motorcycle in the distance, the location of his next mission. Just the sight of it made his heart sink, knowing that it wouldn't be an easy one. He took a deep breath and braced himself for what was to come. Making his way towards the bike made sure to check his inventory, the new shotgun was still there with replenished ammo along with the whip.

"What kind of built is this? A tank? A heavy hitter?"- Tucker questioned himself as he approached the motorcycle.

As the teen marched further down the alleyway noticed another one of Sam's collectibles, so far, he had gathered little more than half of the wretched condoms. Tucker was sure that not many girls slept around as the in-game Sam did. From the space between the dumpsters and the wall came out a teen crawling on hands and knees, the first thing to notice was his long blonde hair. Tucker was sure to have seen the boy previously, his attires were quite memorable for that matter, a long grayish trench coat, a black wife beater, black pants, and combat boots.

"Tucker! I'm so glad that it's you, man! I need your help"- the blond-haired teen said while standing up.

"Hi… um… you are…?"- Tucker asked trying to recall who this teenager was, he was sure to have seen him before.

"Come on, dude. Don't pretend like you don't know me! It's me, Johnny 13."- Tucker tilted his head as he recalled hearing that name before but couldn't put a face to it. "I used to nail Danny's older sister before I got bored of her fat ass."- Johnny continued almost in a charming manner.

Tucker felt incredibly offended upon hearing this wanna-be biker talking trash about Jazz Fenton yet did not comment as he was tired of questioning the game's logic and mechanics. As far as he was aware the redhead went on a single date with Johnny in the real world that ended in a casual goodbye at the door of Fenton Works or so according to Danny. Before Tucker had the chance to ask what he wanted and get the mission over with was that the biker wannabe declared that his new girlfriend whom he affectionally calls "Kitty" had been taken away by a gang called the "Pussy Patrol" while pointing over to a building at the end of the alleyway.

"Taken? As in kidnapped!?"- Tucker asked incredulously already imagining the poor girl being gang-raped by the gangsters. "Let's call the cops!"- The boy added as he pulled out his cellphone more out of instinct.

"No! we're going in ourselves and busting her out!"- Johnny 13 countered firmly. "There ain't no way I'm calling the Man. I just need some backup. You down?"- he demanded.

"Mission star: Rescue Johnny's girlfriend. New objective: Make sure Johnny survives."- The mission text log demanded making Tucker sighed in defeat.

This was a police matter given its seriousness, not something that a pair of teens who had yet to grow pubic hair could handle, and yet, Tucker quickly recalled where he was, a game with insane logic, there was no way that the authorities would be of any use. The geek pulled out his shotgun as the mission start logo magically appeared in front of him and Johnny; his mission was simply to rescue Kitty from the Pussy Patrol, so far there wasn't a timer or health bar for the girl meaning that it wasn't a timed-mission. As the boys marched down the dark alleyway, an interrogation mark appeared which upon being touched converted into a small text.

"The pussy patrol gang are sworn enemies of the Cucketeers due to their ability to easily seduce women into sleeping with them, they are known for a practice called the Fuck and Dump that consists of leaving their partners soon after intercourse."- Tucker read with utter disgust, already taking great dislike for the gang.

It was then that Johnny pointed toward the building, a couple of muscular blonde hair teens neatly dressed in white polo shirts with a wool sweater tied around their necks, blue shorts, and white sneakers were standing guard, which reminded Tucker of the rich brats from the uppity parts of Amity Park. The building was as generic as it could get, with no distinctive marks or signs. The geek took a deep breath as he and Johnny rushed down the alleyway, he then noticed more than two dozen "gang members" lurking around the empty parking lot armed with bats and pistols. Tucker pulled out his energy handgun which seemed like a toy gun compared to the "real" firearm that Johnny was wielding.

"I got an idea!"- Tucker declared as he produced his cellphone. "Hey, Jazz. I need some help"- The geek said wanting to try out "Jazz's special skill."

"Sure, thing. Give me a sec."- a gentle voice on the other side of the line replied before hanging up.

The geek and his new companion remained hidden behind a dumpster, eager to see this "Bull run" in action, from out of nowhere a group of tall and muscular teens dressed in football uniforms came rushing from the side of the parking lot, yelling in unison as they struck the fancy gangsters and knocking them to the ground. Tucker had a surge of mixed emotions as he looked upon the team, each one tall, and muscular, and though their faces were hidden behind helmets, Tucker was sure they were handsome, one thing stood out the most, they were all black. Only then did Tucker recall the meaning of the word "Bull" in porn.

The team walked away soon after finishing off the gang members without uttering a single word nor asking why they had attacked a group of teens, Tucker and Johnny then marched forward, gun in hand. The geek makes sure to collect the floating wads of cash floating over the corpses along with any ammo that he can find. Tucker couldn't help but wonder how good Jazz Fenton was in bed for a group of football players to be willing to commit murder just because she asked them to, he was more than sure to have been able to deal with the gang by his longsome but had to admit that such a skill was quite useful, especially if he was running low on ammo.

Upon entering the building, Tucker noticed a large living room area filled with old yet clean couches and bookshelves filled with adult magazines, the boy looked forward and saw a long corridor. It was then that five Pussy Patrol boys came rushing at them armed with bats, Johnny was the first to open fire, and the loud gunfire boomed across the room, though his marksmanship left much to be desired as he only hit one of the enemies despite firing over fifteen times. Tucker, on the other hand, had a much easier time dealing with the remaining enemy whom he shot without missing once, his time at the arcades finally paying off, it took three shots to the chest to take them down.

"They gotta be upstairs!"- Johnny declared sure of where he was going despite having no general direction.

The teens walked further ahead passing empty rooms that were rather filthy given their abandoned status, upon setting foot on the upper floor was that the duo was welcomed with an array of gunfire that prompted the two intruders to take cover behind wooden furniture that surprisingly worked as a decent cover. Tucker quickly made his way inside one of the rooms where a girl was having a foursome despite the ongoing gunfight, the boys quickly stopped their thrusting once they took notice of Tucker's presence and pulled out of the girl whom they tossed to the side. Tucker didn't waste any time and fired upon the three Patrol boys as quickly as possible upon seeing them taking up arms, though he had superior marksmanship, was still struck several times before taking down his enemies.

"I'm not with them! I have a boyfriend!"- The girl declared as she ran out of the room buck naked and leaving a cum trail.

Tucker was distracted by the girl as she ran away swaying her butt almost erotically, but a random bullet struck her in the back of the head just as she reached the stairs letting her lifeless body roll down the steps, the teen then shifted his attention towards the posse upfront, almost a dozen gunslingers completely focused on Johnny who was cowering behind a thin wooden table that he flipped as to make an impromptu barrier. It was a strange sight for sure, seeing such clean and pristine teens shooting like maniacs while hurling eloquent insults that Tucker had a hard time deciphering fighting off a would-be biker and a teen dressed like a perverted dominatrix.

Bullets constantly impacted the table and door frame that Tucker and his unlikely companion were using as shields leaving bright sparks behind, yet the geek couldn't help but wonder why he didn't feel fear, the lack of pain was surely a large contributor but the teen was also sure the world he was trapped in had a sway over his mind which didn't allow him to turn into a shivering mess like a normal person in his situation would. Tucker had his fair share of fights so far, both outside and inside the game world, though these wanna-be gangsters could hardly hold a candle to the diabolical perverts he fought previously.

Tucker poked his head out from his concealed position before shooting with his energy pistol at the Chads while pushing forward, one by one the boys fell to his energy slugs. Johnny pressed himself behind Tucker as they marched up the hallway shooting down any daring Chad that came their way, nevertheless, Tucker was no fool despite being under a combat high, his eyes constantly shifted to his health bar that had been slowly but steadily decreasing, the so-called armor he got from his previous mission didn't provide as much protection as he imagine.

"I look like some fucking pervert!"- Tucker yelled out to himself as he and Johnny continued their onslaught.

Naked girls rushed out of the rooms as their partners were forced to join the defense of their hideout, most defenders rushed out fully dressed in their gang outfits that still puzzled Tucker as they were suited for a fancy school or an afternoon playing tennis than a gang, nevertheless, their handguns made them dangerous. Tucker then switched to his shotgun and easily dispatched the boys with a well-aimed blast, each one flying backward after being fired upon, money and ammo were slowly being added to his inventory as both teens cleared out the rooms.

It was at one of the rooms that Tucker and his partner in crime took a moment to reload and verify their munition before carrying on with the onslaught, Tucker's eyes set over the mirror that showed his reflection that presented the dominatrix outfit which left very little to the imagination, just a few straps going over his body and into his butt. The teen wanted something more intimidating like an army combat uniform, in hindsight, his outfit had to be intimidating in the bedroom to some degree. Putting his embarrassment aside, Tucker carried on his assault against the Chad Patrol, shooting at all that came his way, his aim improving with each shot.

"We're almost there!"- Johnny declared as moved toward the end of the hallway.

"What's with this place, much bigger than any damn house I've been to."- Tucker added knowing all too well it was pointless to ask.

The two gunslingers stood in front of the last room making sure to have full health before barging in with fury, Tucker kicked the door wide open and both teens rushed in aiming their guns only to find the room empty. There was a large bed and closet both empty which made Tucker wonder if he had taken a wrong turn somewhere, though he had followed Johnny who was following a scrip and it was a straight line to the room, the idea of having missed something on the ground floor crossed his mind for a second, but was surely nothing of importance.

"Where is she?!"- Johnny demanded to know. "Over there! For fuck's sake, she's getting nailed hard!"- the biker declared as he pointed out the window.

A cold chill ran up Tucker's spine as dread filled him up forcing the teen to rush towards the window expecting the worst but could hardly see anything inside the apartment building across the street, there was at least two hundred meters distance between both buildings, making out any sort of details was almost impossible. The biker's keen eyesight had to be part of the game's mechanics it was then that he noticed in utter fascination a bright yellow arrow pointing downwards to a sniper rifle neatly pressed against the wall which the boy took with greedy hands.

Tucker gulped down as he looked at the bolt-action sniper rifle resting against the wall. It was a plain, brown rifle with no markings or details. He couldn't tell what brand it was, or what model. As he reached out to touch it, he felt a wave of excitement and fear wash over him. He had seen similar weapons at Fenton Works though Danny never let him use anything bigger than the energy pistol let alone a power anti-ghost sniper rifle. Just as his fingertips brushed against the cold metal, the gun started to transform. The plain rifle suddenly glimmered and shifted, the wooden stock changing into a sleek, futuristic version with sharp edges and a smooth surface. The barrel stretched out, becoming longer and square, with a shiny chrome finish.

The techno-geek was frozen in awe, watching as the gun completed its transformation. It was like something out of a sci-fi movie though not out of place in this strange game world he was strapped in. The teen couldn't believe what he was seeing. As if guided by an invisible force, Tucker lifted the futuristic sniper rifle and held it in his hands. He immediately felt a surge of power, like he was in control of a deadly force that not even the energy-based shotgun gave. He couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the weapon's appearance, but he was also filled with a sense of excitement.

"Introducing the ultimate solution for ghost hunting: the Fenton Anti-Ghost Zapper sniper rifle. With a powerful 40-watt range, this rifle is designed to take down even the most elusive and malicious spirits. Its sleek ergonomic stocking ensures comfort and ease of use, allowing you to confidently wield the weapon with precision and accuracy"- the text log read making Tucker raise an eyebrow.

Tucker peered through his rifle's scope, his heart racing as he took in the scene before him. He had expected to see blood and gore, a gang rape for lack of a better word. But what he saw instead was something entirely different. Johnny's girlfriend, Kitty, was in the middle of a passionate rendezvous with the gang's leader. She was riding him in the reverse cowgirl position, her body moving with such grace and expertise that it took Tucker's breath away. Her large breasts bounced with each thrust, and her face was a picture of pure bliss. Tucker couldn't believe what he was seeing. Just like all the other girls in the game, Kitty had undergone a massive transformation. Her breasts were now as big as her head, and though Tucker couldn't see her butt, he was sure it was just as voluptuous.

"Goddamn it! She's bouncing on that dick like a pogo stick!"- Tucker sneered.

"Cover me! I'll go rescue her!"- the biker added as he jumped onto a footbridge that connected the two buildings and which Tucker only then noticed.

(XXXX)

Tucker mounted the sniper rifle on the window frame looking over Johnny as he rushed head-on towards his girlfriend. But Kitty wasn't in any real danger, despite the chaos ensuing outside and the trail of bodies left behind. The girl was eagerly riding the gang leader, slamming her large behind onto him with such ferocity that Tucker couldn't help but cringe. It was then that gunfire drew Tucker's attention, a couple of well-dressed gang boys had engaged with the wanna-be biker forcing the geek to initiate aggression, the rifle had little recoil despite vaporizing the teen's head.

But then, as Tucker prepared to take his next shot, a door at the end of the footbridge opened, and several more gang members, rushed out, their guns blazing. Johnny was now trapped behind conveniently placed crates that served as cover, with bullets flying all around him. Tucker couldn't see the fear in Johnny's eyes, his face unmoving and void of emotions reminding the teen that his companion wasn't a real person, just another game character. Tucker aimed his rifle at the Chads and pulled the trigger, taking them out with precision and ease. Despite the powerful rifle in his hands, the teen with thin arms could barely feel the recoil with each shot. The adrenaline pumping through his veins was all he could focus on. Sniper missions were the ones Tucker loved playing the most and would often repeat them. A sigh of relief came out from Tucker as he took down the last Chad allowing Johnny who barely helped to advance.

"The hell is that?!"- Tucker asked no one in particular.

(XXXX)

Tucker stood frozen in shock and disbelief as he watched the bizarre parade of nearly a dozen Chads marching out in front of him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, these teenagers were dressed like sadomasochistic perverts, their faces hidden behind black leather masks and their bodies adorned with long boots and revolvers. But it wasn't their strange attire that truly shocked Tucker, it was the body armor they were wearing. Strapped to their chests were naked girls, their thick thighs resting over the broad shoulders of their men. And what made it all the more disturbing was the fact that these men were delighting themselves with the drenched cunts of the girls, their faces covered by the grotesque face masks. As Tucker gulped, trying to process what was happening in front of him, he noticed the girls bobbing their heads, indicating that they were performing oral sex on their Chads. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, this was like something from a twisted, X-rated movie. His attention was then drawn to a large exclamation symbol floating above the group.

"The Chad honor guard are the gang's heavy troops, armed with high caliber revolvers and body armor, they make for most intimidating opponents. The armor consists of a Cucketeer's former girlfriends or in some cases, sisters."- Tucker read with disgust as he knew these boys only view women as mere objects, in the most literal sense.

Sitting precariously on the windowsill, the teenager's finger hovered over the trigger of his high-tech sniper rifle. He aimed the crosshairs at Chad but hesitated when he saw the girl, who seemed to have lost her mind to sex, desperately performing oral sex on a gang member while bullets flew around her. It was clear that she was in no position to make rational decisions, willingly serving as a human shield just to continue pleasuring someone. Tucker, the teenage sniper, took careful aim and shot the boy directly between the eyes, but his health only dropped to half. With no other choice, he fired off another round and finally took the enemy down. In that moment, Tucker noticed that the girl had also succumbed, despite not being hit by any of his laser shots. He let out a deep sigh as he braced himself for the advancing gang members, who were now firing their revolvers at Johnny.

As the girls were hit in the back, their heads jerked in response. Despite Tucker using a powerful rifle, their health bar only decreased by twenty-five points. This realization frustrated Tucker, as it confirmed that the girls were acting as shields. Letting out a loud groan, he resumed firing at the approaching enemies. This time, he made sure to aim directly at their heads to avoid wasting time and ammunition. However, it seemed as though Johnny's bullets were as ineffective as spit wads, as the 'Armored' Chads effortlessly shrugged them off. They showed no interest in seeking cover or protection, relying solely on their human shields for defense.

"Just die already!"- Tucker yelled as he continued his onslaught. Each shot momentarily stops the gang member giving Tucker brief seconds to shoot again and take down his enemy.

While the geek had managed to eliminate half of the heavy gangsters, Johnny had not yet taken out a single one. Still, his contribution was valued as his weaker bullets chipped away at Chad's health, reducing it by five points and gradually adding up. Tucker eagerly prepared for a headshot, grinning as he successfully took out a gangster and caused him and his girlfriend to tumble from the footbridge and crash into a car below, setting off its blaring alarm. Tucker scanned the footbridge with his scope, searching for any remaining enemies, but all he could see was an abundance of cash strewn over the dead bodies. This allowed the teenager to take a moment to catch his breath.

The fight was far from over as gunfire erupted from the building across the footbridge, Johnny advanced taking position behind a crate and firing his revolver. Tucker's precise shots were taking out the gangsters one by one, but there were still too many to handle. Even Tucker was impressed by how calm and collected he was in the face of chaos. As they continued to exchange fire with the gangsters, Johnny continued advancing, getting closer to the other of the bridge. Johnny poked himself from his cover, squeezing the trigger of his gun. Another gangster went down, but they were still vastly outnumbered. Tucker reloaded his rifle coolly.

"Shouldn't the fuzz be here already."- Tucker declared as he was sure the fighting could be heard in the nearby streets.

It wasn't uncommon for videogames to allow the player to engage in long and bloody battles without the intervention of the authorities. One less worry in Tucker's mind as he didn't have to deal with the police as he blew up head with calculated precision only a sniper rifle could allow. The bright green laser beams struck the gangsters one at a time leaving behind money. Johnny managed to take down several enemies on his own while Tucker cleared out the windows, it was then that the geek noticed Kitty and the gang leader were missing, the room was empty. Tucker scanned the area searching for them but couldn't find a single trace. A sigh of relief came about.

(XXXX)

From the door at the end of the footbridge came out a naked slightly obese blonde teenager carrying none other than Kitty just like the "heavy armored" Chads, Tucker gulped down though not because he saw Kitty sucking off the gang leader while resting her thick legs over his shoulder but due to the teen's large and most intimidating machine gun. A large red health bar appeared over the leader's head followed by a second one underneath the girl's long curly green hair warning Tucker not to shoot at her. The teen reloaded his sniper rifle and carefully aimed at the leader's head, a small target.

"This dumb bitch is mine!"- the gang leader taunted as he looked at Johnny. "Once I'm done with her, you can pick her from the trash."- he mocked.

The gang leader walked sideway almost like a crab as he unleashed a flurry of bullets that was not only meant for Johnny but also Tucker who had to duck underneath the window, the boy was more than sure that in real life the wall would be shredded already. Once the machine gun fire ended, he poked his head and quickly aimed the rifle managing to put an energy slug between Chad's eyes. The health bar came down by a few points forcing Tucker to repeat two more times before having to duck. Precise marksmanship was key to victory, thankfully, he didn't have to worry about any more gangsters allowing Tucker to focus solely on the fat teen.

Given Johnny's position couldn't aid Tucker without running the risk of hitting his girlfriend, her body covered most of the Chad gang Leader leaving everything to Tucker, not too uncommon for a videogame. It was a great help that the gang leader didn't advance further nor tried to seek out Johnny who did his best to bait Chad. Had the gang leader moved further ahead, Johnny would surely be dead meat. Tucker watched as the teen's head jolted backward after being hit yet again, his health bar was only halfway down, and it was then that he started to smash his feet like a toddler having a temper tamp thrum. Kitty began sucking off the teen even faster.

"Son of a bitch! Don't you dare cum in her mouth."- Tucker heard Johnny yell loud and clear.

"Why do you even bother at this point?"- Tucker said though unsure to whom.

The gang leader started to shine bright red and pulled out a second machine gun that he dual-wielded. It had to be dreaded phase two. Tucker took cover as the teen unleashed a flurry of gunfire over him and once more started to crabwalk reminding him of the old arcade game. Kitty sucked him off even more profusely, almost as if her oral sex act was powering him up, perhaps it was. The geek quickly aimed and fired directly at the gangster's head, though causing far less damage, it was just a matter of time before he could achieve victory, he just needed patience.

Two more headshots landed on the teen barely scraping Kitty's buttocks followed by a third, the health bar was nearly empty. Tucker cringe as Kitty continued with her blowjob like there was no tomorrow, Johnny hurled all manner of insults at the gangster drawing his attention over and over and allowing Tucker to continue his onslaught. The final shot burst the gangster's head leaving behind a cartoonish fountain of blood as he stumbled around. Kitty fell on the ground with a loud thud moments before the gang leader collapsed, the fight was over and Tucker was the victor. He bent over to catch his breath and take in the sight of the fallen enemy, except for the discomfort in his chest it was all easy.

Tire of the battle, Tucker leaps out the window without any harm coming his way, as he approaches Johnny and his girl, the teen then collects all the floating wads of cash left behind by the gangsters, numbers racked up on his counter along with the newly acquired ammunition. Tucker stared at the remains of the fight, dozens of gangsters lay dead alongside many naked girls all across the footbridge, he was sure that if this fight had taken place in the real Amity Park, then it would be headlines for weeks and a huge investigation would take place. The teen raises an eyebrow as he sees Johnny and Kitty engaged in a passionate kiss which made him cringe upon recalling how the girl was sucking off the gang leader just minutes prior and puffing her cheeks with cum.

"Good job Tucker"- the boy heard Johnny speak as he came closer to the couple. "I would have never been able to rescue her without your help"- Johnny added with a thumbs up, left hand on Kitty's waist.

"I aim to serve."- Tucker replied sarcastically.

"You're a real stand-up guy. You know, this is real love."- Johnny added before leaving.

Tucker raised an eyebrow as he saw the couple walk away hand in hand, the geek was no fool and knew to a certainty that Kitty wasn't kidnapped nor assaulted, rather she having an affair with the Chad leader, seeing her bouncing on the boy was enough proof. The mission accomplished text popped out of nowhere congratulating Tucker while adding a large sum of money that he knew Johnny didn't have and more respect for whatever that meant. With a deep sigh began collecting the floating wads of cash and weapons, his eyes then landed on the headless gang leader and his machine gun, and with greedy hands added it to his inventory.

To be continued.