"This was better than I thought it would be." A young man with red eyes framed by red eyeliner said from a balcony, he was leaning against a railing while looking down at the main floor where a blonde haired woman was singing. "You all did a lot in around three years." His companion beside him scoffed, earning a side glance.

"Well, Master, you left us the directions." The other man's voice was filed with mirth as he watched another man with white hair play the piano beside the blonde woman. "I take it your quick little pit stop was a success?" He shrugged, as if building what would essentially be a magic Mafia empire in the span of two years was just a simple thing.

Whistles and claps drowned his answer as the blonde finished her singing, wolf whistles and hollers for another round of drinks and song as the smoke from cigars and cigarettes wafted to the ceiling. "What do you think of this puppet?" He gestured to himself; fair skin, and short ear-length midnight blue hair, with choppy bangs. "If I didn't know any better, you'd be a twink at best." Anger flashed upon the shorter of the two's face.

Archer got a kick to the shin in recompense of his words, "I may be in my office handling paperwork, but this puppet can still kick your ass, Emiya." The aforementioned puppet levelled a glare, blue strings condensed around its hand and pulled. The same lines became visible across the Servant for a moment before being released and seemingly dissipating into thin air.

"I hate paperwork." Fou grumbled, his voice echoing through his puppet, glaring at the paperwork in front of him, how Archer handled this without complaints still stumped him. "You've been doing this for what? Two months now? I did it for three years, suck it up, Master." A small pat on the back was all Archer gave him for advice.

"Hmmm?" Fou paused, the puppet's eyes seemingly reading something that wasn't there as he stood taller. "We might have a problem…" Archer raised a brow, the question on his tongue dying at the scowl Fou gave. "We have a couple… Invaders." His arms crossed in thought for a moment as he re-read the new quest.

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'SIDE QUEST: '
Invasion of Fakes

Objective:
Eliminate the Invaders from your World

Bonus Objectives:
'Vampire Knight'
Eliminate all Invaders with Temporarily given Weapons

Rewards:
?

Bonus Rewards:

"I need to make my exit, Kugutsu will take over my paper work." The puppet's head fell forward for a moment, before raising up as its eyes changed. "You know where the office is, kid?" Archer asked with a raised brow. Mechanically, the puppet nodded, turning away with blue eyes to do what it was activated for.
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The crisp evening air was something just… Indescribable to take in as one floated in the air, even if only feeling it through a mere puppet. Loudly, Fou sipped his tea, turning a page as the comfortable atmosphere within his Ahnenerbe grew as he continued to read. Meanwhile, his Puppet's eyes roamed over his enemy.

Seemingly just standing there, Dracula from the animated Castlevania scowled as he slowly floated down to meet him. 'My abilities will be limited using this puppet, but I think I'll be fine.' Leaves floated on the air between them as they seemed to be in a deadlock. "So, Dracula eh?" His enemy scoffed, an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. 'A rather simple question to be honest. Doesn't need to be a dick about it'

"Yet you chose to be Kaname Kuran, pot calling the kettle black much?" Dracula pointed out, seemingly finding something about it funny. "You assume." Dracula's eyes glowed red as he sized Fou's Kaname puppet up. The air was tense, almost as if you could cut it with a knife.

"I'm a Bitch, I'm a Lover, I'm a Child, I'm a Mother, I'm a Sinner, I'm a Saint~"

Music blasted from Fou's pocket, a phone seemingly blaring out it's ringtone and vibrating so loudly that Dracula could hear it and looked dumbfounded. "One moment please." Fou turned around, his hand sliding in and out of his pocket as he retrieved the flip phone.

"Yes-" Fire covered Dracula's hand as he flew past Fou, seemingly going for the head by instead destroying the phone. Dracula turned around, ready to defend as Fou stared at the burning remains on the ground, shadows seemingly covering his eyes. "That was rather rude, wasn't it?"

Drac merely scoffed as fire blazed across his arm, with a single wave of his hand a tsunami of flames rushed forth. Consuming the ground as it crawled closer and closer before being interrupted by the sheer force at which Fou moved.

Castlevania: Bloody Tears | EPIC VERSION - Samuel Kim Music

*Creak* Surprise flashed across the invader's face, turning and jumping back just enough to allow the force of the punch to roll over him. Now he was somewhat face to face with who he presumed to be Kaname Kuran. "Huh, Triple-Accel is the limit of my puppets." Fire flashed once more. "Did you think I would just sit here and let you take a call!?" Again, it seemed to do nothing as his enemy pulled a metal rod from a thigh holster. "Yes, it's called common courtesy." His head smashed back as a burning sensation grew on his face.

"HISSS!" Dracula stepped back, eyes glaring at the metal rod his enemy brought out. "Oh, so this does work against you… Good." He didn't have time to react as an onslaught of blows beset upon him. He could physically feel his bones crack under the force and speed of the blows Kaname (Fou) Unleashed on him. "Where the hell are your teammates when you fucking require them." Dracula muttered as he leaned back enough to limbo underneath a swipe from his opponent.

"ENOUGH!" Flames cloaked the actual Vampire, rushing forth in all directions and forcing the Puppet away. Red eyes locked Red eyes, the King of Vampires snarling at what he perceived to be a fake king. Fire licked at the edges of Fou's cloths, seemingly trying to eat away the cloth yet never moving forward. "Hm. You know? This body is relatively expensive to make."

Fou patted at the fire, putting it out as he took a step forth, eyes seemingly smiling as his lips were set into a thin line. "What insolent nonsense are you prattling on about!?" False surprise grew on his face at Dracula's words, seeming understanding that he wasn't as battle hardened as he made himself out to be.

"Oh? You mean in the couple seconds we've exchanged blows, you've yet to piece together my existence?" A smug grin slowly spread across Fou's lips in Ahnenerbe, his tea lightly set down upon the sauce floating beside him as his book snapped shut. The creaking of the chair across from him firmly ignored as he focused on his "Fight"

"What could you possibly be talking about." Confusion dawned on Dracula's face, his chin twitching. Fou looked away, seemingly staring off into the distance as the setting sun slowly cast its brilliant rays against the grassy plains they stood upon.

"There are many ways to forge a sword, but they generally blend into the same methods." His body rose, like Satoru Gojo's own enlightenment was granted upon him. "You heat the metal, you shape the metal, you sharpen the metal." Dracula looked at him as if he was insane.

"Is there a point to this? Are you dictating your obituary to me, Kuran." Arrogance grew on Draculas face as he copied Sukuna, flame bow in hand and arrow notched tight, aiming at what he thought would be a burning corpse the like of Jogo.

"Strange, that you assume what's before you is the truth." The arrow blazed forth, further adding to the destroyed land from the sheer heat it radiated, it ate away any and all plant life. Destroying any and all land into a scorched earth.

"It's a shame." A shield bloomed, 7 Layered petals blocking the arrow from advancing. The fire blocked Dracula's vision for but a moment as the clash of the unstoppable object met the unmovable force. "WHAT!?" Dracula took a step back, fear etching his face as powers that clearly didn't belong to his opponent were used.

Almost as if he was Gojo himself, Fou unleashed his own "Hollow Purple" In the form of the defensive armament "Rho Aias". Dracula's panic only grew as he looked around, both for his comrades and wherever the apparent Archer Servant was in hiding.

"How!? HOW!?" He screamed after a moment, truly understanding that this was Kaname's own doing. "You aren't our target, yet you're here and using powers you shouldn't have!" He pointed a shaky finger at him as his own arrow finally winked out of existence.

Fou Scoffed, "Clearly, you weren't told who you'd be fighting." Slowly, he floated down to the ground, returning Artemis to it's holster as he pulled Bloody Rose from the inside of his Cross Academy Night Class uniform. "Let me enlighten you as to who I want to be." The chain connected to the pistol rattled as it barked.

Each and every time Dracula moved out of the way of the first shot, a second would hit him. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Slowly littering him with holes despite his best efforts to move out of the way, he felt them burn through his body. Not even his immense speed could save him, as he seemed to just run into the bullets.

"I wish to follow the Aha's Masked Fools, and change my stagnant pool of life." Fou Remakred, finally taking a break from shooting as he twirled on his feet. Artemis now in his hand extended, blocking Alucard, the son of Dracula, from attacking his side. "Took you long enough, you insolent fool!" The Younger looking man glared at the older looking one from over his shoulder.

"Well, old man, you're a fucking Idiot" Alucard struggled, using both hands to push back the metal rod. "You sent the wrong dimensional coordinates, I had to beg Belos for new ones!" He jumped back as Fou reinforced his puppet to the limit, adding more weight to his side of the deadlock.

"Fuck me!" Alucard yelled as he let go and rolled backwards, the rod impacting the ground and sending a shower of scorched dirt across the field. "Really you two? Bickering like this, right now?" A rather annoyed voice said a portal made of Darkness appeared behind them. "You can't even take out a simple Vampire Knight fan!" She sneered at Fou, seemingly dismissing him as nothing but an insect as she inspected her nails.

'Carmillia, eh?' He let his eyes roam over the Trio as they seemed to start to endlessly bicker, forgetting what he had just done mere moments before. "You all seem to be fans of the animated show." Fou remaked, seemingly having a silent chuckle at their expense as they glare at him.

"You know…" Carmillia started, stepping forward with a diplomatic smile plastered across her face. "We aren't here for you, just give up that little Beast-Four wannabe…" She trailed off as she tried her best to look as seductive as possible. "And we don't have to mutilate you." She put a finger to her bottom lip as she batted an eye.

Her offer, was met with pure silence. She stayed in the position for a bit before Tsk'ing and looking annoyed. "You know, I don't like you." He pointed to her, his face neutral, but his eyes displaying all of his disgust.

"I enjoy dressing up and playing pretend, and to be entirely honest with you all, I don't think I even want a name." Confusion graced them as they glanced at each other, seeming further confused when he flourished his hand and brought a red spider lily to his nose. "I desire to be a weapon, a nameless one that makes people either filled with relief or quivering with fear."

His mouth was hidden by the flower and his hand as he inhaled its aroma, seemingly feeling a weight be taken off his shoulders. "I want to take whatever form I feel like, whenever I want to." He stepped forward, dropping the flower to be carried away by the wind as it lightly ruffled his hair.

He felt it in his heart, the very beating of that spark growing just a bit more as he affirmed who he wanted to be in life, what he wanted to be. Feeding that spark and growing ever so slightly.

"I suppose, what I truly want." He paused for a moment, deciding if what he was going to do was worth it. "Is to pursue my true self." Instantly, he was in front of Alucard, and before either of the two older Vampire could do a thing… Three bullets found their way into his body.

Two to the heart. One to his head.

His body burst into dust, seeming being carried into the wind as cracks formed across his "Skin". Triple-Accel seemingly putting both Carmillia and Dracula into slow motion as he quite easily moved just enough to cause their swipes to miss. 'It's times like this, that I truly feel alive.' Fou thought to himself, smiling as wide as he could. Being in the thick of a good fight, where it didn't matter who or what he was… Just what he did next.

Bloody Rose found its way back into it's holster as he retrieved and twirled the Artemis Rod. Both of them backed off after he slammed their wrists, hissing in pain as the bones fixed themselves back up.

The metal rod glowed as he spun it with both hands, one end growing into a large blade, seemingly awakening in the middle of the fight. "Do you have any last words, Cock-bite?" Fou asked Dracula.

And before the King of Vampires could respond, he was sliced 9 times.

The upper right arm.

The left collar bone.

The windpipe.

His right temple.

His diaphragm.

A rib.

His testicles.

His thighs.

All attacks launched simultaneously at "Godspeed", faster than the speed of sound, and subsequently destroying the right arm of the puppet from the sheer force exerted both on and through it.

Dracula was nothing more than ash.

"How are you able to do that!?" Carmilla screeched, baring her fangs as she jumped back. The Scythe passing her as the remains of the arm disconnected from the torso. "Note to self, Deca-Accel is unviable in a long term fight. I need to increase the durability of my puppets." A pen floated up from the table in front of him, seeming nudging the other person's tea as it wrote down numerous things.

"You're Kaname Kuran! You shouldn't have the powers of Archer Emiya!" Her whole body was shaking, fear gripped her heart as she stared at the small kind smile the Kaname puppet gave her. "It's quite simple." He snapped his fingers before reaching into his uniform to grab his pistol. "You are fighting me, and thus, are fighting a weapon itself."

Bloody rose was suddenly levelled at her, once more Triple-Accel put her into slow motion to him as he aimed. The first shot ricocheted off the shield she hastily threw up to defender herself as she started to flee. You say shit like that as if it's supposed to make sense." Her voice slowly uttered as she felt her sins crawling on her back.

"Maybe, just maybe…" Fou hummed, feeling the gun awaken as it squirmed in his hands. "The truth is…" Silver vines full of thorns exploded from the barrel of the gun, destroying the land as it travelled through the ground and latched onto her legs. Her hands moved to swipe at the vines, futile, as she attempted to hiss the pain away. "The game was rigged from the start."

The vines crawled up her body, crushing her as they climbed, halting her own regeneration. Blood leaked from the cocoon she was encased in before being spurting out and leaving her nothing but a fine muchly paste before turning what little was left into dust.

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'SIDE QUEST: '
Invasion of Fakes (Complete)

Objective:
Eliminate the Invaders from your World

Bonus Objectives:
'Vampire Knight'
Eliminate all Invaders with Temporarily given Weapons

Rewards:
Bloody Rose and Artemis

Bonus Rewards:
Bloody Rose [Awakened] & Artemis [Awakened]
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Music End

"Despite making this puppet, I never thought I would use it." Mirth played in Fou's voice as the puppet crumbled, joining the rest of his enemies. He seemed to reminisce about the creation of the puppet for a moment, before speaking to the now dearly departed.

"With each new battle I fight, I learn a bit more about myself… I suppose I have to give you my thanks, Dracula, Alucard, Carmilla. You've truly helped me understand myself more." Fou opened his book once more, his cup of tea floating to his lips as his eyes roamed the page at a leisurely pace.

"Because, I think I know who I want to be now… And I have sufficiently learned the value of opposable thumbs." Fou spoke, eyes now pointedly glaring at his guest over the lip of his book. "So you have, and what are you going to do now?" His old voice seemingly getting on Fou's nerves.

"I'm going to go find a recent friend and ask them for a favour." Begrudgingly, Fou told the old man of Jewels. Getting a boisterous laugh in return as he sighed. "Well, Fou, I'll take my whisky neat when you get back. So don't keep the devil waiting, friend." Amusement played in Zelretches eyes.