Anti-Toilet Alliance: The Great Hope and Despair Chapter 9: Shaqness, a misc. anime/manga fanfic

Chapter 9: RANDOM ACTS OF SHAQNESS, SHAQTIN A' FOOL + KA'CHOW

Recommended Listening: Gerudo Valley

The lights of the movie-theatre dim as the final reels of the League History of the NBA came to a close, the NBA had a long and fruitful history as one of the main three sports leagues in the United States of America, from the early days of Bill Russell and Wilt Chamberlain, to the Larry Bird and Michael Jordan eras, the Lebron Era, The Warriors Dynasty Era and at the endgame of it all... the Wizards Dynasty Era which was still ongoing, had it not've been interrupted by the Skibidi Toilet Apocalypse event, widely known as the Skibidi-pocalypse.

Shaquille O'Neill had popped the CD into his small personal computer to relieve and reminiscence upon the time when his biggest worry was about whether the Washington Wizards would win the NBA Finals again or if he had to hear about ESPN talk about "LeBron's Legacy" again, those motherfuckers would wonder how the fall of the Roman Empire affected his legacy which had long since been surpassed by J.R. Ballard of the Washington Wizards... but what did he expect, Sports Media doesn't care about the small teams... even if they became perhaps the "Greatest Dynasty in Sports History."

As the movie ends, he pats his newfound comrade and partner on the hood, signifying their friendship which had formed over the course of a single day, a bond that was forged through fire over the course of a single day... yet these two had more in common than they expected.

"Wow... I wish I could've seen you play Shaq, you looked unstoppable back in 2001... wooooowww..." Lightning McQueen spoke with a look of impression squarely written on his face, while he couldn't play basketball due to his status as a car... Shaq could thoroughly explain how the sport worked and the amount of skill it took to execute each maneuver.

"Damn son... I ain't got nothin' on you though... not everyone can achieve seven piston cups in a career, Jackson Storm didn't even come close... that overhyped BUM!" Shaq spoke playfully, he "fistbumped" Lightning by hitting his tire with his fist as they sat in the middle of the subway tubes as to not get the attention of Stocking Anarchy who occupied the area and Shaq didn't want to risk getting caught.

So instead, Shaq decided to reminisce about his time as part of the TNT NBA Halftime studio and how the tragic Skibidi-pocalypse struck him...

First Person POV: Shaquille O'Neill

My dumbass would get up every damn morning thinking, golly... is there any point in watching the NBA when the Washington Wizards are going to win the NBA finals again, even after the retirements of the Big Three that cemented their dynasty for twenty years, they casually traded for another superstar to keep them contenders for yet another twenty years.

Cuz man... if people get tired of the Kansas City Chiefs in 2024, imagine a team which has the following results (Totally not my NBA2K franchise team lmao)

2034: Lost in Eastern Conference Championship to Boston Celtics

2035: Won NBA FINALS 4-1 over New Orleans Pelicans

2036: Won NBA FINALS 4-0 over New Orleans Pelicans

2037: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over Golden State Warriors

2038: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over Los Angeles Lakers

2039: Lost Eastern Conference Championship to Indiana Pacers

2040: Lost Eastern Conference Championship to Miami Heat

2041: Won NBA FINALS 4-1 over Houston Rockets

2042: Won NBA FINALS 4-0 over Utah Jazz

2043: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over New Orleans Pelicans (Again)

2044: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over Minnesota Timberwolves

2045: Won NBA FINALS 4-3 over Memphis Grizzlies

2046: Lost NBA FINALS 3-4 to Denver Nuggets

2047: Lost Eastern Conference Championship to Toronto Raptors

2048: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over Golden State Warriors

2049: Won NBA FINALS 4-1 over Golden State Warriors

2050: Won NBA FINALS 4-1 over Golden State Warriors'

2051: Won NBA FINALS 4-3 over Los Angeles Lakers

2052: Lost Eastern Conference Finals to Toronto Raptors

2053: Lost NBA FINALS 3-4 to Minnesota Timberwolves

2054: Won NBA FINALS 4-3 over New Orleans Pelicans

2055: Lost Eastern Conference Finals to Orlando Magic

2056: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over Los Angeles Lakers

2057: Lost Eastern Conference Championship to Cleveland Cavaliers

2058: Won NBA FINALS 4-2 over Dallas Mavericks

2059: Won NBA FINALS 4-0 over Oklahoma City Thunder

2060: Lost NBA FINALS 2-4 to San Antonio Spurs

2061: NEVER HAPPENED DUE TO SKIBIDI-POCALYPSE

The Washington Wizards dynasty was the end-game of basketball where team mentorship, excellent drafting and finding the right players from seemingly out of nowhere made it so that the NBA draft was irrelevant and that they would continue dominating the sport of basketball so badly that the only way the dynasty ended was due to it being mercifully ended by the Skibidi Toilets... perhaps that's the reason they began appearing?

I would wake-up every day, throw on some shaving cream, wash my face, shower, get dressed and prepare for my day at the TNT halftime studio in Atlanta Georgia, ready to hear the same tired topics of Lebron's legacy, Justin Fields trade talk, the Washington Wizards Dynasty, all the Gradey Dick jokes about how he "has a good stroke" from the three point line, Draymond Green's antics, etc... I had grown sick of it... but I miss those days now... I really do miss those days which now seemed so far away, even if it had happened just today.

Just today, I was talking about how the Washington Wizards broke the NBA again with the acquisition of J.R. Harriss, a 6'5 Shooting guard with elite ball-handling skills and elite shooting from the midrange and the three-point line...

If I had one nickel for every time the Washington Wizards had a superstar MVP-level player with the first initials "J.R." I would have two nickels which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice and this era had been cut short due to the Skibidi Toilets, it likely had another 10+ years left of dominance.

I had taken it all for granted back then and I wish I could return to talking about the Wizards while chuckling with the nearly dead corpse of Charles Barkley, Ernie Johnson and Kenny Smith and while they still looked geriatric, I genuinely loved those dudes... while I still remained chisled and strong today after engaging in light nanomachine surgeries to provide my chiseled body and keep me younger looking and much stronger compared to my other NBA brothers... I was a LEGEND REBORN.

Perhaps that is why I survived when "they" arrived that one day...

Third Person POV: TNT HALFTIME STUDIO

FLASHBACK

The Great and epic mound of Shaqness roared into the studio with his chisled body and his titanic arms which were built like tree-trunks in order to become this absolute monster of a man... Shaq was chewing on some Raw Fucked Tobbaco products which he bought at the local 7-Eleven... his body was built to annihilate and destroy the basketball court with his monsterous dunks which shattered the everliving fuck out of the backboards that he dunked upon.

Even at the crisp age of 90+ was he an absolute stud on the court and he looked at his partners, a somewhat saddened look on his face as they hadn't been able to grab that surgery which very few could find.

Shaq looked at his notes real quickly and prepared the studio to discuss the various topics surrounding the NBA, he was the fastest and strongest of the group currently and he helped up Charles Barkley to his seat.

Charles Barkley was on life-support, Ernie Johnson was picking his nose and Kenny Smith was playing Clash Royale, too bad he's a bum who plays Firecracker and Mega-Knight... he also spams emotes all the time despite getting his ass handed to him every game.

Shaquille O'Neill was looking at his pocket watch which was filled with chinese characters and his Tuxedo was inspired by his birth-country of China, he was an American man who had floated all the way to China to be raised by his mother... it was in China where Shaquille O'Neill learned the greatness of his god-given strength and he was taught in the great fighting style that was known as SHAQ-FU.

Shaq was a towering mountain of a man and as he sat down upon his chair in the TNT recording studio, he nearly smashed the damn thing with his sheer size... had it not been implemented with Vibranium which was obtained from a recent voyaging trip of NASA which had defunct years ago and this LEGENDARY metal was used for this chair of all things.

But this chair wasn't just any chair, it was now the chair of the gods... Shaq took it everywhere with him and he used it for every purpose one could imagine in life... as a weapon, table, bed, etc.

Sitting upon his favorite chair, Shaq began preparing for his recording when everyone in the studio could pick-up on some strange sounds going on outside, since there were no windows... there was no chance in hell of them finding out what the fuck was happening outside... the only thing that Shaq could hear was that it sounded like a bunch of chants going on.

"What the fuck is that annoying sound... I'm trying to sleep, those motherfuckers..." Charles Barkley spoke up angrily, he was on a portable hospital bed as he was near death and yet they kept him on air because they were too damn lazy to replace these geriatrics, just look at Kenny Smith who was still spamming emotes on Clash Royale despite being stuck on Arena 1.

The sound grew louder and louder for Shaq and the TNT Halftime Studio crew until it couldn't be ignored, Charles Barkley stood up from his hospital bed... angry and screaming at whatever was causing those sounds.

"WHO THE FUCK IS MAKING THOSE ANNOYING "SKIBIDI" SOUNDS, SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I RISE OFF MY LIFE SUPPORT BED, GOD DAMMIT...!"

Shaq looked at Charles and sighed softly, "Charles... please don't do it bro, you're on life support."

But this voice of reason was not what Charles Barkey wanted to hear, the round mound of rebound was growing desperate as the loud voices of Skibidi tormented him with their incessant babbling.

"ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ ˢᵏᶦᵇᶦᵈᶦ"

The sounds and chants sounded very faint from inside the building, but they were so repetitive that it could drive anyone crazy... it was like the song "Baby Shark" with its repetitive "Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo" shit that had probably driven more adults insane than anything else in history probably... but these Skibidi chants were just as awful and just as horrific.

Shaq had to force Charles Barkley down to prevent him from ripping off his life support like a fucking idiot and as he held Barkley down, he saw it... one of the "things" entered the TNT studio, it said its usual song as it moved around the TNT studio live on air.

"brrr skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

Charles Barkley felt fire in his eyes as he roared in rage, he continued trying to escape from Shaq's powerful grip to strangle this annoying fucking thing, "There it is... that's the motherfucking piece of shit that is chanting that stupid song over and over again!"

Shaq was much stronger than Charles Barkley currently, but the sheer rage and adrenaline fueled Charles which made it significantly harder to hold down this angry man, another weird toilet man entered the room and began chanting its own song.

"brrr skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb. skibidi dop dop dop yes yes, skibidi dabudu neeb neeb."

Shaq was confused, where were these creepy things coming from... they were rather small as they were about as large as a bowling ball in length... but the second one was slightly larger than the first one and what shocked him the most was that the second toilet bit Kenny Smith's leg and he howled in pain.

"OWW FUCK!"

Kenny Smith yelled out in pain as he tried to shake off the toilet assailant, but then... the true horror started, the ultimate show...!

RECOMMENDED LISTENING CHANGE: The Ultimate Show - Super Paper Mario

A Skibidi Toilet fell through the roof tiles and lands on Ernie Johnson's face. it violently begins to chew and gnaw at his face as he screams in agony as the teeth of the Skibidi Toilet chew through his face like an apple.

"EEAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH...! RUN GUYS RUN!"

Those were Ernie Johnson's last words as his body fell backwards and slammed against the floor, his frontal lobe was missing and half of his skull was destroyed from the teeth of the Skibidi Toilet, the wound was leaking blood and other bodily fluids which causes the TNT Halftime report studio to begin smelling like fresh blood... Charles Barklety, Kenny Smith and Shaquille O'Neill scream in absolute horror at the violent death of Ernie Johnson...

Skibidi Skibidi Skibidi

The Skibidi Toilet which had chewed through Ernie's head stared at them and quickly locked onto Kenny Smith who was having his ankle gnawed apart by the first Skibidi Toilet.

Before long, the wall of the studio shatters and a massive hoard of Skibidi Toilets begin swarming the TNT studio... Kenny Smith is swarmed by Skibidi Toilets in a similar manner to Scar from the Lion King when he was eaten alive by the Hyenas.

Charles Barkley was being pushed by Shaq rapidly on his bed, Shaq used his legs to power out of the studio as thousands of Skibidi Toilets chase after them, a loud swarm of chants following behind them eerily.

sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi sKiBiDi

"Run Bitch RUN..." Kenny smith spoke weakly as his body fell limp, being devoured by Skibidi Toilets which eagerly rip into his flesh with violent and hungry intentions, his last sight was Shaq pushing Charles Barkley as they try to escape from the Skibidi Horde.

But Shaq could feel the Skibidi Toilets quickly catching up to him, threatening to rip his legs off, the chants got louder and louder and filled the desolate landscape of Atlanta, Georgia with their sounds of death.

Charles Barkley spoke up as Shaq pushed him desperately, he knew that Shaq couldn't run at full speed with him pushing the hospital bed... so he responded and told Shaq something.

"Shaq... we've known each other for so long and as your lifelong friend, I want you to let go of me... sacrifice me for your survival big guy..."

Shaq felt his heart break, but his resolve hardened and he lets go of Charles Barkley... leaving him to his fate at the hands of the Skibidi Toilets, as Shaq runs at his full speed... he hears the sounds of Charles Barkley screaming in pain as his flesh is being torn into by Skibidi Toilets, but Charles Barkley wasn't sad or angry... he was glad to save someone through his death.

"I'll never forget you, brotha..." Shaq spoke with a sad and melancholic tone as he ran at full speed, leaving Charles Barkley to be devoured and sacrificed to the Skibidi Toilets and their hungry appetites... Charles Barkley smiled softly and spoke.

"Thanks... Shaquille O'Neill."

Shaq sprinted through the streets of Atlanta, Georgia with tears streaking down his face after the death of his long-time friend and partner, Charles Wade Barkley. His determination burned hotter than ever, he refused to succumb to the terror of the Skibidi Toilets and with every loud and boisterous every step, he solidified his resolve to survive those motherfuckers.

Piedmont Park loomed ahead, an apparent beacon of hope in the chaos that surrounded Atlanta, THE Shaq dashed through the park's entrance, his heart pounding with adrenaline, fear and raw apoplectic anger, the serene surroundings offered a brief respite from the madness of the city... but seldom quell his deep anger towards the Toilet Monsters.

Gasping for breath, Shaq scanned the park for signs of danger, the tranquil atmosphere did everything but calm his motherfucking nerves, he knew he couldn't let his guard down and with raw determination, anger and feelings of depression... The Shaq planned his next move.

His mind raced with possibilities as he sought refuge from the Skibidi Toilets. Somewhere rural and safe beckoned to him, promising sanctuary from the horrors he had witnessed... the horrors of seeing his TNT partners being slain and ripped apart by violent Skibidi Toilet Teeth and with renewed vigor, Shaq found his dumbass lost in Piedmont Park...

"Where the fuck do I go...?!" Shaquille O'Neill yelled in anger, he felt angry because he didn't know where to go.

Caught in the clusterfuck of emotions that raged on in his mind, Shaq's frustration boiled over as he grappled with uncertainty and despair, the weight of the situation pressed down on him, fueling his anger with each passing moment, second and milisecond.

"Where the fuck do I go?!" he bellowed into the empty expanse of the park, his voice echoing against the trees, the urgency of his predicament gnawed at him, driving and fueling his raw anger which was beginning to piss him off.

And as if he couldn't get any more angry at himself... the Skibidi Toilets had tracked his location down with flawless precision, their methods of tracking him were unknown but likely due to the smell of the heavy Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille Eau De Parfum cologne that he wore, had he known that his COLOGNE would've fucked him over, then he would've never worn that motherfucking thing... but too bad.

"Man fuck those things, fuck them to hell!" Shaq yelled at the Skibidi Toilets who quickly surround him, eager to devour the big man... they salivated all the meat he had on his bones... Shaq was 7'1 and 300+ pounds of meat, he was TASTY looking for a Skibidi Toilet.

The Skibidi Toilets responded to his words of anger with cold indifference, they simply continued their little chant with repetition that could break anyone...

The Shaq felt very angry and very scared simultaneously, he didn't want the sacrifice of Charles Barkley to go to waste at the hands of the Skibidi Toilets which had killed and devoured him... would his sacrifice mean nothing at the end of the day?

Shaq was indecisive on whether he should make a mad-dash through the toilets, play dead or fight them off all at once... but his time quickly ran up as the Skibidi Toilets charge at him from all sides, eager to get a piece of meat from his body, Shaq probably had no way to fight them off...

"Oh fuck, Oh fuck... Get away you motherfuckers!"

Shaq grabbed one of the Skibidi Toilets and pulled on the flusher, causing the Skibidi Toilet to flush and die... but he couldn't deal with them all at once... Shaq was doomed to die to these motherfuckers.

But Suddenly!

Lightning McQueen slammed through the Skibidi Toilets, knocking them down like bowling pins as he howled loudly enough to be heard over the endless cacaphony of Skibidi chants.

"Kachow!"

Lightning Kachowed the Skibidi Toilets, blinding them for a short time as Shaq climbs on top of him, he smiled and gave Lightning a big hug...

"Thanks brotha... never thought I would be saved by a talking race-car, let alone the GOAT" Shaq smirked as he climbed onto Lightning McQueen, he spoke with intrigue.

"Need help with anything my guy?"

Lightning smiled softly and began driving at a moderate pace, Shaq was in Lightning's driver seat as lightning responded quickly and cooly.

"We headed to Houston, I have a race to attend there... but I can't take too long... hold on tight sir!"

Lightning hits the gas pedal as he sped off towards Houston, Texas... eager to make his next race... Shaq had heard that Lightning raced at Atlanta Motor Speedway two days ago and was now getting ready to make it to Houston, Texas.

FLASHBACK END:

Shaq found himself becoming friends with Lightning McQueen when they arrived to the newly created Houston Motor Speedway, only to find it overrun by Skibidi Toilets as well and now... they had found themselves stuck in the tunnels, as the movie concluded... Shaq handed Lightning some popcorn he had created by firing up the pans of an abandoned stove at a local Waffle house.

Shaq carried that same chair he had at the studio, the chair was forged from the metal of vibranium, laced with the blood vessels of lava-swimming megalodons found in Hawaii and fitted with a special alloy created from tungsten and nano-tube technology... this was simply put, the chair of the Gods.

Lightning and Shaq went to sleep soon enough, they slept on the floor, though Shaq decided to stay up to alert Lightning if anyrhing went wrong in during the night as per usual... it was Shaq's way of paying Lightning back for his heroics in saving his life when he was surrounded by Skibidi Toilets in Piedmont Park back in Atlanta, Lightning was his friend and comrade now and Shaq did not want to leave his side.

Lightning McQueen woke up to the sounds of arguing, he blinked rapidly as he shook off the exhaustion and began to speak with annoyance, he looked over at Shaq who looked drowsy from staying up all night.

"Ugh... man, who is arguing out there... it's starting to get on my nerves..."

Shaq sighed and pointed down the tunnel where Stocking and her group was, they were in the midst of a cat fight with Rindou waking up from her concussion and noticing that Ruiko and Uiharu were now on the team.

"WHAT THE FUCK...?! HOW DID THESE TWO SCRUBS MAKE IT ONTO THE TEAM?!"

Rindou roared at her crew, she was crying and shaking as she saw the sleepy forms of Uiharu and Ruiko sleeping next to them, but Ruiko wasn't having it.

"Stocking said we could join, YOU said we could join you dumb shit! You even introduced us to Mika and Stocking...!"

"Yeah Rindou, I said they could join alongside Stocking... but you don't remember much, do you?" Mika responded with a look of condescention on her face, looking down on this dumb as bricks girl.

Rindou's anger intensified at Mika's condescending tone, she snarled and clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white as she fought to control her emotions... but was TOO STUPID to do so!

"You think you can talk to me like that, Mika?" Rindou growled, her voice low and dangerous... "I don't care what Stocking said... these two are nothing but dead weight, we need fighters, not sleepers."

Uiharu stirred, waking up to the tension in the air. She rubbed her eyes sleepily before realizing what was happening. "R-Rindou-san, we're sorry if we're not what you expected. But we're here to learn, to contribute... we just want to survive..."

Ruiko sat up, her expression hardening as she faced Rindou. "We're not leaving bitch, we'll prove ourselves, even if it means dragging your sorry ass through every battle having to take care of your FUCKING idiocy..."

Mika's expression softened slightly as she watched the exchange. "Rindou, maybe they deserve a chance, we're all trying to survive you know... we could use greater numbers."

Rindou took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She knew Mika was right, but her pride still stung. "Fine. But don't expect any special treatment. You two better pull your weight, or else I'll use you two as sacrificial dummies"

Uiharu and Ruiko nodded, determination gleaming in their eyes, they might have been considered "scrubs" and "bums" now, but they were determined to prove their worth to the red-haired idiot who ironically enough, was just as big of a scrub as them.

Stocking had eyebags under her eyes as she wanted to sleep, she was exhausted and had stayed up all night having to keep watch for everyone, she spoke to Rindou with annoyance.

"Quit acting like they're the scrubs when you're the dumbass who wasted all that fuckin' ammo, you utter dumbass."

Rindou shut the fuck up immediately after Stocking's words because she knew it was true... so she shut the fuck up and dealt with it.

At this time, Shaq and Lightning McQueen decided to take a massive risk which could potentially pay off if it works, they were only two people and they needed more hands to work with...

The newcomer, Shaq, stepped forward with a confident stride, his towering figure contrasting with the sleek and low-profile of Lightning McQueen beside him. Shaq's deep voice resonated as he introduced himself with a smile

"Hey there, guys... my name is Shaquille O'Neill, and this here is my bro, Lightning McQueen," he gestured towards the car beside him. "We heard you folks could use some extra hands, and we're here to offer our assistance."

Rindou eyed the newcomers warily though she thought Shaq was hot, assessing their capabilities. "What can you bring to the table, Shaq? We've got a pair of hands, though we lack muscle and power on our team I suppose..."

Stocking watched Rindou talk from afar she was thinking to herself, "Wow... Rindou is actually being somewhat reasonable for once, never thought she could do it... but I guess a broken clock is right twice a day... and even a blind, deaf and stupid squirrel finds an acorn every now and then..."

Shaq grinned, a fiery glint in his eyes, "Well, I don't mean to brag, but I've got some serious muscles and raw power... plus I'm trained in the art of Shaq-Fu And Lightning here? He's fast as fuck boi, my bro can get us out of tight spots in no time."

Lightning McQueen revved his engine in agreement, his headlights flashing with excitement as he jumped up and down with eager excitement at potentially joining with this group led by Rindou.

Rindou nodded, impressed by their confidence, strength and speed... now this was what she was talking about, not someone weak like Uiharu! "Alright then, welcome to our little survivor group... just you know, we've got no room for dead weight like Uiharu. You pull your weight or I'll use you fuckers as Skibidi Toilet Bait faster than you guys can say 'Kachow'."

"Hey... I heard that!" Uiharu spoke up, but Rindou ignored her.

Shaq let out a throaty laugh as he gave Rindou a firm hand nod, emphasizing their newfound unity as a group, this was a very big and very important move for both groups in order to survive the dangers that lurk beyond the Subway Station in Houston...

"Perhaps some day, we can crack open some beers and shit... drink, laugh and have some fucking fun together... we can let the teens drink like Mika, Uiharu and Ruiko to drink Kool-Aid or some shit... hahaha"

Rindou laughed alongside Shaq, she shook McQueen's tire and the group all began to socialize with each other for a bit, they were planning on leaving the subway station tomorrow in order to collect some food, weapons and other valuables that they needed to stock up on.

The remaining Houston Subway Tunnel Survivors - Weapons - Status

Kobayashi Rindou - Weak Pistol - Recovered from Mild Concussion

Stocking Anarchy - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status

Mika Jougasaki - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status

Ruiko Saten - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Kazari Uiharu - No Weapon - Healthy Status

Shaquille O'Neill - The Chair of the Gods - Healthy Status

Lightning McQueen - Himself - Recovered from low gas

Location - The Subway Tunnels of Houston, Texas

Group Name - Rindou & Company

"We're heading out today, be careful not to get surrounded by the Skibidi Toilets" Rindou advised the new and improved group