Chapter 14: Jacksonville Aftermath

Recommended Listening: Dark Fawful - Mario and Luigi Bowser's Inside Story

The entire frontal and Parietal bone of SpongeBob SquarePants had exploded open, splattering blood across the entire room as SpongeBob had screamed in raw agony which pervaded the entire room... The gruesome sight of SpongeBob's skull exploding open sent shockwaves of horror through the room, the sound of his agonized screams echoing off the walls as blood and gore sprayed in every direction like an exploding water balloon, The crimson-stained starch coated the room in a sickening hue, painting a macabre picture of violence and death... the top of his head began shooting out blood like a fountain! A fountain of death!

Kaguya's stomach churned violently as she witnessed the gruesome and fucked-up spectacle unfolding before her, the sight of SpongeBob's skull exploding open and the subsequent spray of blood and gore, combined with the hundreds of Micro Skibidi Toilets burrowed into his brain pushed Kaguya over the edge of nausea, it was truly a fucked-up sight to behold...

Mokou was similarily disgusted and while she was much less prone to nausea unlike her ex-lunarian counterpart, Mokou also finds herself disgusted and outright repulsed by this fucked-up and utterly deranged scene that lay before this brethren of cast outs.

"W-What the fuck?!"

Mokou looks at the grizzly and utterly fucked-up scene before her and while she was disgusted, she holds in her urge to vomit and examines the Skibidi-Toilet infested brain of SpongeBob... the parasitic Skibidi Toilets had four small legs and sharp yellow teeth and a long "tongue" which seemed to be deeply buried into the neural folds of SpongeBob's Brain and while the parasitic toilets were small, there were numerous amounts of them which were likely exercising full control over SpongeBob.

As the room filled with the deafening echoes of SpongeBob's agonized screams and the splattering of blood, Ruby Kurosawa's terrified shrieks pierced through the chaos like a knife. Her voice, high-pitched and shrill, cut through the air with raw intensity, a desperate cry for escape from the nightmare unfolding before her.

"AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!" Ruby's screams rang out, her voice cracking with fear as she clung to Dia with trembling hands. Her eyes wide with terror, she buried her face in her sister's shoulder, seeking refuge from the horrors that surrounded them.

It seemed SpongeBob was only slighly aware of the absolute hell that his body was going through, but his body was so unimaginably crippled that he couldn't even scream in agony anymore, his screams coming out as weak gurgles of blood as more blood spouts from the top of his head... before his body finally collapses with a loud and silencing thud.

As SpongeBob's body convulsed with weak gurgles of blood from his now shredded vocal cords, the once lively and animated spongy bastard now lay broken and silent, his body wracked with unimaginable agony, the crimson tide of blood continued to spout from the top of his head, only adding to the fucked-up and violent state of the once opulent Krusty Krab Penthouse, Patrick Star, Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob SquarePants all lay dead now, the former leaders of the anarcho-communist movement in Jacksonville likely appeared to have been victims of whatever the fuck these parasitic toilet things were... or at least that's what it appeared to be in the context of SpongeBob who had likely been thoroughly manipulated by the parasitic Skibidi Toilets, but how could those motherfucking things control someone?! Since when did they become advanced like that?!

But amidst the chaos and carnage, there was an eerie silence that descended upon the room as SpongeBob's feeble gurgles were barely audible over the sound of his own demise, his body trembling with the last vestiges of life as it fought against the inevitable... he tried to keep his balance, but he was too weak... his body giving out in a painful and cruel demise at the hands of not only Reimu Hakurei and her brethren, but also at the hands of the Skibidi Toilets who likely used his body as a vessel to exercise power over Jacksonville, this is also likely why the other anarcho-communists didn't receive much protection and also why there were so many Skibidi Toilets around Jacksonville, Florida.

Reimu and her comrades watched in grim silence as SpongeBob's body finally collapsed with a loud and silencing thud that echos and reverberates throughout the now silent penthouse that oversaw jacksonville, Florida... The echoes of his demise reverberating through the room as Reimu Hakurei, Sanae Kochiya, Kaguya Houraisan, Fujiwara no Mokou, Dia Kurosawa and Ruby Kurosawa all watched in horror at the now fallen sponge, the once prideful and powerful leader of Jacksonville, Florida had been nothing more than a vessel for the Skibidi Toilets, his body defiled and used for their own gains... for Skibidi Toilets couldn't speak human words beyond "Skibidi, Skibidi, Skibidi" so Dia hypothesized that they likely found a host who could speak in order to communicate and therefore trick and deceive humans.

"Those miniature Skibidi Toilets... I wonder if they hijacked SpongeBob's body in order to use his voice form communication, I have never heard a Skibidi Toilet speak real words after all..."

Dia spoke in utter horror, softly stroking Ruby's back and comforting the startled young red-head, Reimu looked back and spoke with a bitter and disgusted tone... she was repulsed by this disgusting scene.

"But how the fuck can a Skibidi Toilet improve itself, they have no fucking limbs and all the other Skibidi Toilets we've seen are just your average white porcelain shits... what the fuck are those things then?!"

Sanae and Mokou looked at each other for a second before they respond to Reimu's words, Sanae motions for Mokou to speak first out of politeness and kindness for the white-haired woman.

"We have seen more advanced Skibidi Toilets Reimu... remember the police units we fought in the Krusty Krab Headquarters... those were advanced and capable of firing weapons, they were even equipped with sirens n' shit."

Reimu felt a small chill run down her spine, normally she couldn't give a fuck about the Skibidi Toilets as they seemingly posed no threat to the ex-shrine maiden, she viewed no threat in those slow white pieces of porcelain and while they did come in different sizes, never were there outliers such as those grew police toilets or those micro Skibidi Toilets which had hijacked SpongeBob...

Reimu's brow furrowed in concern as she listened to Mokou's words, she sighed and spoke to Dia quickly and with an authoritarian tone, making sure Dia knew that she wasn't fucking around, "Bring me the knife again Dia, the fucking knife."

Dia's hands trembled as she handed the knife to Reimu with utter fear, her eyes widening in fear at the intensity of Reimu's gaze... no doubt that the Reimu would rip her spinal cord out if she disobeyed... She knew better than to question Reimu's orders when she was in such a state of raw fuckrage, her authority unmistakable and her angry fuckrage was palpable.

"Yes, Reimu," Dia replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she watched Reimu take the knife with a mixture of dread and apprehension... Reimu ripped it right out of her hands... She could sense the raw fuckrage emanating from Reimu, a primal force that seemed to consume her entirely.

As Reimu spoke of checking the brains of the others, Dia's stomach churned in disgust as she heard about the possibility of having to dissect the brains of the now fallen Patrick Star and Mr. Krabs... it sounded disgusting, gross and utterly depraved but was ultimately vital "For Science."

Meanwhile as Sanae's gaze swept across the bloody penthouse, she was met with a gruesome sight that made her stomach churn with disgust and raw disgust, blood splattered the walls and floor, creating a macabre artwork of death that seemed to seep into every crevice of the room, it looked similar to one of those Pollock paintings but with blood, mucus and other unspeakable bodily fluids, the once pristine and opulent penthouse was now a scene of utter chaos and carnage, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sickening stench of death, feces and mucus... SpongeBob's brain was exposed to the entire group to see, the Skibidi Toilets had burrowed into his brain and had manipulated him into doing their acts. of anarcho-communism when in reality, it was totalitarianism disguised as anarcho-communism as the "Anarcho-Communist" figurehead was merely a puppet to the Skibidi Toilets, a mere vessel from which they could spew their words from since they had no real vocal cords and could only speak in "Skibidi" which maybe to the toilets could register as actual words, but for humans? None of that motherfucking shit made any damn sense, each Skibidi sounded the same with slight different tones depending on the size.

Chunks of flesh and gore littered the floor, mingling with shattered glass and debris from the fierce battle that had taken place at the top of the Krusty Krab Headquarters, the walls were streaked with crimson, the splatter patterns telling a gruesome tale of violence and brutality, they were wrought with the marks of the fierce battle between these Patriots and these anarcho-communist fucknuggets... furniture lay overturned and broken, the remnants of a once lavish interior now reduced to mere wreckage... though at least the dining room was still intact.

Amidst the blood and gore, the bodies of SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs lay twisted and lifeless, their grotesque forms were bloody and fucked beyond belief, it was like a scene out of Happy Tree Friends... violent and gory as fuck and involving normally "cute" or "innocent" creatures.

With a determined expression of raw patriotic righteous fuckrage etched onto her face, Reimu donned the face mask and tightened the latex gloves around her bare hands, the familiar scent of blood and death lingering in the putrid air, like something out of Mad Father, Reimu pulls out the knife and takes a deep breath... ready to slice open their skulls and see if they had also succumbed to Skibidi Toilet Parasites.

As the Reimu Hakurei approached the twisted forms of the fallen foes, Reimu's heart pounded in her chest with raw adrenaline and fuckfury, she couldn't care less about having to split these skulls asunder with her knife or her candlestick, it was all part of the process which was exactly why she didn't give a damn about how gruesome or fucked-up any of this shit was... it was all part of the plan.

With steady hands which heavily contrasted the raw fuckfury in her veins, Reimu began the painstaking process of dissecting the bodies, she gently held the knife and sliced apart the top of Mr. Krab's head, slaying the fuck out of it and causing the rest of her brethren to recoil in disgust as Reimu rolled her eyes, the top of Mr. Krab's skull was indeed... filled with hundreds of micro-skibidi toilets, their tongues had slipped deep into his neural folds and with careful precision... Reimu pulls out some tweezers and pulls one right out of Mr. Krab's skull... the Skibidi Tongue had latched deep into his neural folds and the process was similar to pulling out a weed, Reimu yanked that fucker out and saw how large that tongue was... it was a Skibidi Toilet, but with the tongue of the Neurax Worm from Plague Inc!

Reimu's colon churned in disgust as she saw this petulant fuck-thing in the tweezers, she mushed it into pieces and tossed the tweezers away, she observed how those micro SKibidi Toilets were wriggling in the brain of Mr. Krabs... his eyes wide with the look of death upon his ruined face...

"Now... the motherfucking starfish"

Reimu looked at the dead Patrick Star, his stomach having split asunder with the knife of Dia Kurosawa... his bloodified form laying on the ground which had stained the carpet of SpongeBob's room.

With a determined gleam in her eyes, Reimu turned her attention to the fallen Patrick Star, his lifeless form sprawled out before her... his blood spilling out like a red carpet before the great Reimu Hakurei, despite the gruesome scene that lay before her, she felt a surge of raw fuckfury coursing through her veins as she prepared to dissect the starfish's body... eager to slice the fuck out of this motherfucking awkward piece of idiotic trash, the motherfucker had his stomach still outside... showing his innards which caused the group to recoil in raw disgust.

"Fuckin' gross"

Dia recoiled in disgust, covering Ruby's eyes with her hands as Reimu approaches the ruined body of Patrick Star, he was still bleeding from his stomach where Dia had sliced it open... Patrick Star was a starfish and therefore could shoot his stomach out, but it had backfired and killed him in a brutal manner.

With a swift motion, Reimu approached Patrick's corpse, her hands steady as she began the painstaking process of examining his remains and with elfin fervor... she raised her candlestick and with raw fuckrage... she smashes the skull of Patrick Star in half, pieces of bone shooting out as if someone had lit a bomb in his skull and it had exploded into pieces.

With each strike of her candlestick, Reimu felt a surge of satisfaction and fuckfury as she obliterated the skull of Patrick Star into mere fragments, his lifeless form crumbling beneath her relentless assault of elfin fuckrage as the raw pieces of bone scattered across the bloody floor, revealing the twisted remains of his brain which as expected... was filled with those motherfucking pieces of shit, Reimu's gaze narrowed in disgust at the sight of the micro-Skibidi Toilets wriggling within the remnants of Patrick Star's brain...

"Pathetic," she muttered under her breath she looked down upon this motherfucking starfish, her face was painted with disgust as she saw this pathetic and inferior creature beneath her, her voice laced with contempt as she surveyed the grotesque scene before her. Despite her raw disgust, Reimu knew that they couldn't afford to underestimate these motherfucking porcelain fuckers... whether they were being created or they were evolving because ultimately, these motherfucking pieces of shit have proven to be much more dangerous if they could infect people such as SpongeBob, Mr. Krabs and Patrick Star.

Turning to her comrades, Reimu's expression hardened with anger as she spoke, her voice ringing with authority and filled with righteous fuckrage, "We need to stay vigilant. These bastards won't go down without a fight, but we'll be ready for whatever they throw at us."

"Yeah... we will beat these motherfucking pieces of shit, but that begs the question."

Sanae responded with a sadistic chuckle in her voice, her loins were burning and her nipples were hardening as she thought about plundering those Skibidi Toilet fuckers with her elfin fuckrage, "Who the fuck is behind this Skibidi-Pocalypse? Because I struggle to see how all of the toilets of the world have begun to turn into motherfucking Skibidi Toilets... unless someone created them and is trying to use them for nefarious reasons."

Reimu nodded in agreement, her eyes flashing with an emotion that had previously not been discovered yet as she considered Sanae's words. The idea that someone could be orchestrating the Skibidi-Pocalypse filled her with a deep sense of unease but also the deep welling of raw fuckrage that angered her, but it also fueled her desire to uncover the truth and put an end to the madness once and for all, wherever and however those motherfuckers caused this ruckus, she had planned on killing whoever dare desire to fuck over the Earth with these toilet fucks.

"You're right," she replied, her voice firm and resolute. "There must be someone pulling the strings behind all of this. We need to find out who they are and stop them before they can unleash any more of this annoying shit on the fucking world, good damn those motherfuckers to hell."

The gravity of their mission hung heavy in the air as the group exchanged glances of determination which filled their very souls to the brim, but it wasn't a determination born out of the goodness of their hearts but rather, the raw fuckrage that outraged their group to the core, they all desired not to free the world from the grasp of the Skibidi Toilets but to usurp and utterly destroy the motherfuckers of death who dare to cross the great planet called Earth and Reimu fantasized about splitting the heads of those motehrfuckers asunder with raw fuckrage, elfin fervor and the raging hormones which were raging in her panties.

But for now, they were hungry after the raw fuckrage of their bodies had left following the battle, leaving them in their actual state which was hunger and starvation, the Sanae spoke with a chuckle.

"Yo Reimu, look at this large kitchen this motherfucker has... it's dope as fuck."

Sanae pointed at the large kitchen which was fit for a restaurant, Reimu lets out a throaty laugh and yells to the rest of her comrades with a tone of authority, "Hey fuckers... clean that shit up and we will have a nice meal, lets fucking roll and Sanae, I'm gunna be back in a bit... I'm calling back the LA Knight so we can eat, shit and have some fun before we leave this shithole city for another shithole city..."

Reimu spoke with a cunning smirk as she descends down the elevator of the penthouse, she was eager to bring the LA Knight so they could talk n' shit, now that the SpongeBob threat had been long disposed of.

Mokou and Kaguya began to mop up the floor and they tossed out the bodies of SpongeBob, Mr. Krabs and Patrick star out of the large balconies... murdering the fuck out of whatever dared to stand underneath the balconies with the bodies of SpongeBob, Mr. Krabs and Patrick Star exploding into millions of pieces of blood and gore, organs splatter across the street as they clean up the blood and some pieces of bone and dispose of them in the trash.

With a sense of relief now that the demonic fuckboi SpongeBob Squarepants threat had been neutralized with their collective fuckrage, as Reimu made her way down the elevator to summon the LA Knight from his small room located in the middle of fucking nowhere, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at their victory over this anarcho-commie bastard and despite the chaos and danger they faced from those three, they had emerged triumphant once again as usual due to their sheer plot armor and now, they could enjoy a moment of respite before their next venture into another shit-hole city.

"Yo, LA Knight! Where you at, you motherfucker? We've got some celebratin' to do!"

Reimu's voice echoed through the halls of the LA Knight's residence loudly, her tone filled with a mixture of excitement and relief now that the battle against SpongeBob and his motherfucking cohorts was over, she stompeds confidently through the dirty surroundings of this tiny-ass motherfucking residence, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of her companion... the one who had told them about the corruption of Jacksonville, Florida and its anarcho-communist tendencies.

As she moved further into the residence, Reimu couldn't help but compare the opulence of the great penthouse of SpongeBob compared to this tiny and shitty tavern where the LA Knight resided, a reminded of the shitty situations he had to endure in order to survive through the shitty anarcho-communist bullshit that this city had performed upon his life.

"LA Knight, you lazy sack of shit! Get your ass out here!" Reimu called again, her voice bellows loudly across the small tavern... the LA Knight had been sleeping in the closet for some reason, the guy was likely drunk out of his mind when he had fallen asleep there of all places.

As Reimu's voice reverberated through the cramped tavern, the LA Knight stirred from his unexpected slumber in the closet dumb-ass motherfucker. His head throbbed with the remnants of a heavy night of drinking, but the urgency in Reimu's voice cut through the haze of his hangover and cured it instantaneously with the loudness of her voice.

"Ah, shit," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples as he stumbled out of the closet awkwardly and into the main room... he leans against the bar countertop as his eyes squinted against the sudden brightness, trying to adjust to the harsh light filtering through the grimy windows and trying to grasp the sight of Reimu staring deeply at him with annoyance.

"Reimu, you loudmouthed SON OF A BITCH," the LA Knight grumbled, his voice rough with sleep. "What's all the racket about? Can't a man catch some shut-eye around here?"

Despite his grumbling, there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he approached Reimu, his expression a mix of curiosity and annoyance which defied all explanation for some reason. He knew better than to ignore her summons, especially when she was such a violent, trigger happy son of a bitch who wouldn't mind shooting him in the leg and sending him into a dance of death... such was the way of the Reimu.

Reimu's eyes narrowed as she glared at the disheveled LA Knight, her annoyance palpable in the air as she crossed her arms over her chest with an audible huff and her loins pulsed with blood which traveled from the Aorta down to the arteries and the capillaries.

"Listen here, you drunken piece of shit," she snapped, her voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. "We just took down SpongeBob and his fucking army of Skibidi Toilets and anarcho-commie bastards, the least you could do is drag your sorry, crackhead ass out of that closet and show some goddamn gratitude."

Her words were laced with profanity and raw fuckrage, but beneath the harsh exterior, there was a harsher exterior which threatened to shoot this motherfucker in the legs and drag his ass to the penthouse so they could talk in a place which didn't look like fuckin' shit.

"Now quit your whining and get your ass in gear," she continued, her tone softening slightly. "We've got some celebrating to do, and I'll be damned if you're gonna miss out on the party."

The LA Knight lets out a throaty chuckle, his rough voice carrying a hint of amusement despite the pounding headache throbbing through his skull and the threat of being shot by this petulant fuckhead named Reimu. He straightened up, pushing himself off the countertop and taking a few steps closer to Reimu, his gaze meeting hers with a mix of defiance and camaraderie.

"Well, ain't you a ray of fucking sunshine," he quipped, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he walks towards the entrance of the tavern "But hey, you know me, I'm always ready to join the party, even if it means crawling out of a closet like a hungover piece of shit."

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep as he glanced around the dingy tavern because despite the rough surroundings, there was a sense of comfort in the familiar chaos of their makeshift headquarters, even though these motherfuckers only knew each other for a day.

"Alright, Reimu, let's do this," he said, his voice firm with determination. "But first, mind pouring me a stiff drink? I think I'm gonna need it to survive whatever the hell you've got planned next."

"I'll give you a drink at the penthouse, you whack-ass motherfucker," Reimu spoke, her voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement as she eyed the LA Knight with a mixture of annoyance and affection that again, defied all logic as they had just met about a day ago. "But don't think for a second that it's gonna be some top-shelf shit. You're getting the same cheap that was available at some shitty convenience store we found before making it here, it was stored in Ruby's YETI Backpack."

She flashed him a mischievous grin, the corners of her lips quirking up in a smirk as she gestured for him to follow her. "Come on, lazybones. We've got shit to discuss, and I ain't about to wait around for you to nurse that hangover."

With that, Reimu turned on her heel and headed for the door, her steps purposeful and determined as she led the way out of the dingy tavern and towards the penthouse where their next adventure awaited.

"Alright you sorry sacks of shit, listen up!" Reimu bellowed, her voice echoing through the grand penthouse of the Krusty Krab Headquarters with fury, "Dia Kurosawa, Ruby Kurosawa, Kaguya Houraisan, Mokou Fujiwara, Sanae Kochiya, Shawn Ricker! get your lazy asses over here and start setting up the goddamn table!"

She paced back and forth with a scowl etched on her face, her eyes blazing with intensity as she surveyed the room. "We've got shit to discuss and I ain't about to do it on an empty stomach. Move your fucking asses and get this place looking presentable!"

Reimu's words were harsh and laced with vulgarity, she needed a snickers right now... because she was pissed and angry, she was hangry in fact, but this motherfucking piece of shit named Mokou dared to speak back at the Reimu.

"Hey Reimu, chill the fuck out for a sec," Mokou retorted, her voice dripping with defiance as she shot a challenging glare at the washed-up ex-shrine maiden. "We ain't your goddamn servants, you know. We're in this shit together, so quit acting like you're the fucking queen of this joint or I'll challenge you for that motherfucking title."

Her words were laced with venom, her temper flaring as she stood her ground against Reimu's authority with elfin fervor, Mokou was never one to back down from a fight, especially when it came to defending her own pride and dignity as the former immortal who had drank the Hourai Elixir that one fateful night.

Reimu's eyes narrowed at the insubordination, her fists clenched at her sides as she prepared to put Mokou in her place with a relentless ass-pounding that only someone as whack and cracked as Reimu could perform, but before she could respond, Sanae stepped in with her voice calm but firm as she addressed the tension brewing between them.

"Alright, simmer down you two," Sanae interjected, her tone commanding attention as she fixed both Reimu and Mokou with a stern look. "We've got bigger shit to deal with right now, so let's save the pissing contest for later. Now let's get this table set and figure out our next move."

Both Reimu and Mokou shut the fuck up at that moment, Kaguya giggling slightly as she pulls on Mokou's ear and teases her slightly, "U mad bro~?"

"Shut the fuck-up Kaguya, otherwise I will carve your ass out with the largest dildo I can fucking find on the market and no... it won't be funny you motherfucker, I used to do that shit to people back when I dropped out of Washington Heights High School!"

"Hey, you assholes, cut it out!" Ruby's voice pierced through the tension like a thunderclap as her soul was filled with the guide of the inner fuckrage which manifester in her heart for this sole moment, her usually timid demeanor replaced by a rare display of assertiveness. "We're all on the same damn team here, so stop acting like a bunch of fucking children and get your shit together!"

Her outburst startled everyone in the room, including her sister Dia, whose eyes widened in shock at Ruby's sudden display of aggression which was unbefitting of her normally shy demeanor... But Ruby paid no mind to their reactions, her focus squarely on quelling the conflict and restoring some semblance of harmony among the group after they had finished defeating SpongeBob, this was a party not a fucking debate club.

"We've got bigger shit to worry about than squabbling like a bunch of goddamn idiots," Ruby continued, her voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and determination. "So let's set aside our bullshit and work together to kick some ass, alright?"

Her words hung in the air, a sobering reminder of the gravity of their situation. Slowly, the tension began to dissipate as her comrades exchanged sheepish glances and nodded in agreement, realizing that Ruby was right.

Sanae's voice cut through the tension like a beacon of levity in the midst of chaos, her awkward yet endearing attempt to lighten the mood drawing a few chuckles from her comrades and brethren... with a sheepish grin, she raised her glass of Mountain Dew Voltage, the fluorescent blue liquid glinting in the dim light of the room.

"Let's party!" she declared, her voice filled with a mixture of nervous excitement and genuine camaraderie which she had forged with her friends. It was a simple gesture, but one that carried the weight of their shared experiences and the bonds forged in the heat of battle after defeating SpongeBob and perhaps an attempt at getting to know each other better now that there wasn't any threats at the moment.

Reimu, despite her usual brashness of the asshole variety, couldn't help but crack a small smile at Sanae's raw enthusiasm. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still room for moments of joy and connection and despite being an asshole, she did value her comrades in a way... even if they were fucking idiots.

"Yeah, let's fucking party," Reimu echoed, her voice gruff yet filled with a hint of amusement. "Because we sure as hell deserve it after all the shit we've been through with those Skibidi Toilets."

With a collective cheer, they clinked their glasses together, the sound ringing out like a battle cry as they embraced the fleeting sense of camaraderie and unity that washed over them. For now, at least, they could set aside their worries and revel in the simple pleasure of each other's company, knowing that they were stronger together than they ever could be apart.

Recommended Listening: Celebration - Kool & The Gang

Reimu lounged back in a worn-out armchair which was once belonging to the great anarcho-communist named SpongeBob SquarePants and she was nursing a can of Rolling Rock beer with a practiced ease, her eyes fixed on the TV screen that illuminated the dimly lit room which was displaying an old-school WWE match for no fucking reason other than because Ruby Kurosawa and Dia Kurosawa liked to watch the WWE back before this shit happened. The LA Knight, sprawled on the couch opposite her, also sipped from his own beer, their conversation punctuated by the roar of the WWE match which played before them, watching as The Undertaker faced off against Shawn Michaels during WRESTLEMANIA 25.

"Can you believe that shit?" Reimu exclaimed, gesturing at the TV with her can full of Rolling Rock. "The Undertaker pulling off those moves at his age? Fucking legend."

The LA Knight chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, man, he's a beast. Been watching him since I was a kid... watching him kick Shawn Michaels's motherfucking bitch-ass face."

As they bantered back and forth about their favorite wrestlers and matches, Dia and Ruby huddled together at the kitchen counter, sharing a microwaved pizza they had found in the fridge with cheesy aroma filled the air, they ate pizza as they watched the match, LA Knight and Reimu drinking heavily and watching as The Undertaker hits Shawn Michaels with a helacious Tombstone Piledriver straight from hell, only for that motherfucking slippery son of a bitch to kick out at the last second.

"Hey, Ruby, pass me another slice," Dia said with a grin, reaching for the box which was filled with cheese, pepperoni and the olive pizza which nobody ate from because FUCK olives.

Ruby obliged, handing over a gooey slice with a smile which heavily contrasted the raw fuckfury that raged through her loins back when she called everyone out. "Sure thing, Dia. This pizza's surprisingly good for being microwaved."

Their voices mingled with the background noise of the WWE match as Shawn Michaels hits some sweet chin music, creating a warm atmosphere of camaraderie and relaxation in the oppulent penthouse.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Mokou and Kaguya were back to argue again... but this time they were going to settle their debates with a challenge, they were playing chicken with chicken wings.

Mokou and Kaguya stood opposite each other, their faces flushed with determination as they prepared to embark on their chicken wing challenge... loser has to act like a chicken and perform the chicken dance for the rest of the group... A pile of spicy chicken wings sat between them, their tantalizing aroma filling the air with the promise of fiery flavor which came in various sauces they had brought which was smuggled into the backpack that Ruby wore, they ranged from mild to hell itself.

"Alright, Kaguya, you ready to lose? I used to control pyrokinesis so I know what spicy shit is" Mokou taunted, a mischievous glint in her eyes, she was eager to stand above this motherfucking lunarian.

Kaguya smirked, cracking her knuckles in anticipation. "You wish, Mokou. I'll show you who the real chicken wing champion is because unlike you, I ordered Uber Eats every motherfucking day and have eaten Wingstop every motherfucking day for no reason."

Mokou and Kaguya eyed the assortment of chicken wings that lay before them, each one promising a different level of heat and flavor which surely won't end in raw disaster. Ruby, with her backpack full of smuggled Wingstop sauces, laid out the options with a mischievous grin, ready to witness the fiery battle that was about to unfold between these two ex-immortal rivals with elfin fervor.

"Let's start with the mild ones, shall we?" Ruby suggested, holding up a plate of garlic parmesan wings, rated at a modest 1,000 Scoville units... in other words, motherfucking nothing... even a toddler could handle those mild things.

Mokou and Kaguya each took a wing and took a bite, savoring the garlicky goodness which fills their tastebuds, giving them a foodgasm which is worthy of Shokugeki No Soma. Mokou nodded in approval, finding the flavor to be delightful but lacking in heat. Kaguya agreed, though she made a face at the slight tanginess of the parmesan for she hated cheese.

Next up were the medium wings, coated in a classic buffalo sauce rated at 10,000 Scoville units and once created in the Anchor Bar in Buffalo, New York. Mokou and Kaguya dove in eagerly, the familiar spice of buffalo sauce igniting their taste buds with elfin fervor, they both nodded in satisfaction, finding the heat level to be just right for their liking though this game was only getting started.

But things were about to get serious as Ruby presented the hot wings, drenched in a fiery habanero sauce rated at a whopping 100,000 Scoville units and pulsated with elfin fuckrage... Mokou and Kaguya eyed each other warily, knowing that this would separate the true spice champions from the amateurs.

With a deep breath, they each took a bite, the intense heat hitting them like a fiery inferno of raw fuckrage. Mokou's eyes watered as she struggled to contain the burning sensation in her mouth, while Kaguya fanned herself with her hand, her face flushed with heat but neither one of these motherfuckers was willing to give up.

"What's wrong Mokou? You look a bit sweaty~?"

"Shut the fuck up Kaguya, look at you... you look like you came out of the fucking sauna."

But they were not done yet for neither was willing to give up their pride over these motherfucking wings, Ruby produced the final plate which was containing the legendary ghost pepper wings, boasting a staggering 1,000,000 Scoville units. Mokou and Kaguya exchanged a nervous glance, knowing that this would be their ultimate test of life or death.

With trembling hands, they each took a wing and braced themselves for the fiery onslaught. The heat was unbearable, like a thousand suns exploding in their mouths and melting hot napalm over their tongues, tears streamed down their faces as they struggled to finish the wings, their tongues feeling like they were on fire.

In the end, they both managed to finish the ghost pepper wings, though they were left gasping for air and chugging down glasses of milk to soothe their scorched mouths. But despite the intense heat, they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in their accomplishment, knowing that they had faced the ultimate challenge and emerged victorious.

Until they didn't

Mokou and Kaguya exchanged pained glances as the realization dawned upon them, as the fiery and demonic wings have begun to cause a stirring in their colons and it wasn't long until those demonic wings began beating down on their sphincters with elfin fervor, threatening to leak out at any damn moment!

Mokou winced, clutching her stomach. "Oh shit, Kaguya, we fucked up real bad. I think I'm gonna explode."

Kaguya nodded in agreement, her face pale with distress as she began to sweat, "Yeah, no kidding. We need to find a bathroom, and fast."

With a sense of urgency, they both made a beeline for the nearest bathrooms, their strides quickening with each step as they desperately sought relief from the fiery torment raging in their bellies. Sweat beaded on their foreheads as they approached the doors, their hearts pounding with anxiety.

"Good luck in there, Mokou," Kaguya muttered, her voice strained with discomfort.

"You too, Kaguya," Mokou replied, her voice tinged with desperation. "May the toilet gods be merciful."

And with that, they disappeared into their respective bathrooms, leaving behind a trail of fiery regret in their wake.

"Guys, I don't mean to burst your bubbles but... aren't like all the toilets now Skibidi Toilets, there are no toilets to take shits in... though feel free to do that shit in a bush or something" Sanae spoke, tossing her Mountain Dew Voltage into a trash can.

Thats when it suddenly dawned upon them that there were no toilets anymore... GAME OVER

Both Mokou and Kaguya eventually found relief in the sinks of the bathrooms, meanwhile on the other side... Reimu found a computer lab and gave instructions to LA Knight so he could communicate with the group and potentially locate any dangers using the Penthouse Computer Laboratory.

Reimu and the LA Knight quickly got to work setting up a secure connection within the computer lab of the penthouse which was located in the upper level of the penthouse which overlooked the entirety of the ruined Jacksonville. The room, once belonging to the lord of the Anarcho-Communists... SpongeBob, was now a pivotal command center for their group's operations and would be used so they could keep contact with the LA Knight and also to give him a place to live, shit and also to give him a purpose in this story because he was too old to actually fight the Skibidi Toilets, the monitors displayed intricate Genshin Impact wallpapers such as a thicc Mona and Raiden, a stark contrast to the gritty reality they faced... Kaguya was particularily intrigued by these wallpapers and took a picture of them on her phone, making her own wallpaper using the same wallpapers that SpongeBob used because Kaguya loved anime and was a fucking dweeb.

"Alright, LA Knight, let's get this shit set up," Reimu said, her tone businesslike and filled with precisely aimed commands, she handed out small electric tags to each member of the group. "Put these in your ears. They'll allow us to communicate with LA Knight and everyone else and keep track of everyone's location in case we get lost while dealing with the Skibidi Fucks... just make sure to tap the device when you want to make a command."

As the group inserted the earpieces, a crackle of static filled the air, and LA Knight's voice came through clear and direct in their ears. "Can everyone hear me? Bitch, Asshole, Cunt, Fuck."

The responses came in one by one, confirming the connection was successful.

"Fuck You" Mokou spoke.

"Your Honor" Dia Replied.

"Cupcake" Sanae spoke randomly.

"Shut the fuck up, Sanae" Kaguya spat out.

"H-Hello..." Ruby muttered

"Damn this shit really does work?" Reimu inquired.

The group's raw banter over the newly established communication system brought a mix of amusement and reassurance to the tense atmosphere and gave the LA Knight a chuckle. Reimu, satisfied with the successful setup, couldn't help but smirk at the colorful array of responses which was ever present of these assholes.

"Alright, looks like we're all set with this shit," Reimu said, addressing the group through the earpieces. "Remember, this is our lifeline. Keep it on and use it wisely, I don't want to be hearing any soap opera shit... LA Knight, keep your eyes peeled and let us know of any suspicious activity around the United States... if we meet anyone new, feel free to add them to the group chat."

The LA Knight's voice crackled through the earpieces. "You got it, Reimu. I'll be your eyes and ears. Just give the word and I'll tell you guys about any troubles stirring around and if anyone gets lost, I can tell you their coordinates..."

With their communications secured, the group prepared to venture further into the city, each member now linked together by the small electric tags in their ears like they were fucking animals, they continued to party before everyone decided to fall asleep for the day.