Chapter 31: Pure Furies, Whereabouts of the Butt:Fuckers upon Charlotte, North Carolina

MANFRED ARC: PART 2

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Kaguya "Mother-Fucking" Houraisan's eyes widened with epic astonishment and barely-contained rigid bull-shitty fuckrage of epicallity as the infamous Butt:Fuckers Burger Joint loomed before them like a monolith of horseshit, death and taut fuckrage. It stood in all its horrid, rigid, greasy glory... looking as if it had been cobbled together from the rejected designs of fast-food the annihilated souls of rejected fast-food chains and the shattered souls of rejected architects who came from the pummeling infernal hells of Sexville. Its neon sign buzzed erratically like a bitch, the colon between "Butt" and "Fuckers" flickering like a desperate cry for help and a scream of eternal infernal agony, as though even the sign itself regretted being born and in fact... it did, there it would remain in eternal hellish agony for the rest of its sad and pathetic life, an existential horror that nobody would wish on anyone.

Reimu Hakurei shot the motherfucking sign to take it out of its fucking misery, she did this suddenly and without warning... almost as if reflecting the pathetic attempt at shock value of this otherwise completely pointless and utterly worthless sentence.

The New England Patriots were filled with raw fuckrage that was born within their, battle-hardened, blood-swathed bodies which were filled with the power of fuckrage which had been bestowed upon them... they sat in the Jeep in a stunned silence of hyperionic hyper-silence, taking in the chaotic majesty of the chain once known as Fudd:Ruckers... now called Butt:Fuckers. The structure was a mishmash of fried smell and faded vinyl booths and was seemingly held together by sheer force of will and a few precariously placed nails which threatened to give way and cause the structure to collapse with epicality. Grease stains lined the windows violently, framing a collection of dubious, ancient promotional posters depicting burgers that looked more like satanic pieces of shit rather than fast food, it was a bunch of bullshit baloney which had no place in the United States of Mother Fucking Big-Ass America.

"Are we really…going in that creepy-ass ghetto-ass place?" Ruby Kurosawa asked nervously as she looked at the sight, her voice a mix of horror and fascination as she leaned forward, peering at the garish monstrosity which stood before them with harrowing intent and tumultuous fuck-furious fuckrage.

"Damn right we are bitch, fuckin' hell this place looks like shit" Fujiwara No Mokou muttered with annoyance and fuckrage at the molecular level of space-time, her voice low with grim deathly murderous fuckrage. "If this is the only way through this godforsaken wall of concrete and motoercycles, then so be it. Besides, if I have to look at that damn mother FUCKING sign one more time without torching it to death with my rifle, I might lose my goddamn mind, soul and body all in one... even my tits.

"Yeah and I just murdered the shit out of that fucking sign... dumb-ass" Reimu Hakurei responded at the unawareness of Fujiwara No Mokou and her obliviousness to the hellish torrential bullet fest that Reimu unleashed upon that miserable sign despite the obvious plot-hole of Mokou simply being able to HEAR Reimu's gunshots because reasons.

Kaguya Houraisan meanwhile was still wide eyed and shocked as one can be at the epic bullshit that stood beforeb her, the former Lunarian Princess shook her head slowly with incredible power. "This place… it's worse than I imagined. It's like if the concept of regret, sadness, bullshit, depression and Nani Sore opened a burger joint near fucking Charlotte, North Carolina!"

Sanae Kochiya sighed after witnessing the bullshitty bullshit of Butt:Fuckers in all of its epic fuck-tastic glory, she began to resign to the absurdity of it all... "Alright, let's do this shit. It's just a fucking burger joint, right? How bad could it possibly be? It shouldn't be too fucking bad right?"

"Don't jinx it Sanae, also fuck the Chiefs" Reimu Hakurei muttered with annoyance at the prospect of potentially fucking up the operation of Butt:Fuckers, eyeing the greasy, fuck-slain sign with utter disgust and fuckrage "I feel like this place has subliminal bullshitty secrets nobody should ever have to find out... probably something worse than the second season of The Promised Neverland, Tokyo Ghoul combined with the ending of Wonder Egg Priority."

With a collective deep breath of unison, unity and sheer raw fuck-tastic patriotism, the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo New England Patriots steeled themselves with fuckrage and prepared to enter Butt:Fuckers, ready for whatever biabolical culinary horrors or other satanic bullshit which would come their way like a fucking obstacle from hell itself raging upon their bowels.

And yet just for second measure, Fujiwara No Mokou pulled out her deathly rifle and absolutely shot the fuck out of the sign which had already been killed by Reimu Hakurei, Mokou fired two bullets and scoffed like a total fucking asshole... "Sorry, nothin' personal kiddo."

"Anyways, let's head into the fucking Butt:Fuckers and see what kind of bullshit lies inside this strange-ass place," Declared Reimu Hakurei of the New England Patriots, her voice dripping with exasperation and a flicker of anticipation which came from the bottom of her damn heart. "Is this really the only way to pass the concrete-and-motorcycle monolith wall?!"

The La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo New England Patriots exchanged wary glances at each other, each of them taking a deep breath and mentally bracing themselves for whatever epic horrors awaited them inside of the burger joint known only as Butt:Fuckers. They knew the reputation of Butt:Fuckers as not just as a fast-food dive with questionable sanitation standards but as a border checkpoint shrouded in mystery and enforced by equally mysterious forces of evil and bloodshed.

"Whatever's in this sketchy place," Mokou muttered in disapproval at the shady fucking restaurant, "better be worth the goddamn fried-heartburn style nightmare we're about to endure from this shithole."

With those uniformly deathly words spoken from none other than the Fujiwara Mo Nokou, they pushed open the smeared deathly looking glass doors and stepped into the dim, dingy interior of Futt:Buckers.

Inside the demonic plagued burger establishment, the stale smell of fryer oil hung thick in the air with violent and obscene brutality, mingling with an unsettling metallic undertone of hyperionic bull-shit. The blinding lights buzzed overhead with an obscene display of epicality, casting a sickly yellow glow that made the linoleum floor look even dirtier than it probably ever was in its history. The few tables scattered about looked like they'd been cleaned by half-hearted, overworked employees who were forced into slavery, meanwhile an old shitty jukebox wheezed in the corner, playing some unidentifiable, unholy and truly putrid sound... a pathetic attempt at what one would call music... one would rather hear nails on a chalkboard next to the violent sound of the dying squeals of electronic femboys.

The New England Patriots stood in a line as if in Kindergarten, sizing up the place with curiosity. Their journey through the Skibidi-Pocalypse had taken them through hellish hellscapes, culty cultish ruins and chaotic chaos incarnations, and yet there was something uniquely soul-crushing about Butt:Fuckers... a demonic layer of existential dread that no battlefield could quite match other than being thrown against the Deathwall which screamed with millions of tortured souls, a scream that everyone could hear but nobody could share.

"Well well well... what a piece of fucking dog-shit!" Kaguya Houraisan muttered haughtily, looking around with the look of a snobbish moon princess "let's find whoever runs this fucking place and get the hell out of here. I feel like I've lost brain cells just by breathing in here with all the poors."

The eternal fuckrage of Fujiwara No Mokou caused her to bristle angrily at the haughty words of Kaguya Houraisan, her eyes narrowing into slits of fuckrage as a deep-seated, centuries-old irritation bubbled to the surface and coming out of her mouth like a flood of fire and fuckrage. "I'm gonna beat your ass, you stuck-up lunar bitch!" she spat, fists clenching tightly as she took a threatening step toward Kaguya Houraisan, who merely raised an eyebrow, all but daring her to try to beat her ass like the fucking thug that Fujiwara No Mokou was.

Before the situation could escalate between these two hated rivals, Reimu "fucking" Hakurei stepped in like a fucking cockblocker at a stripper party, raising a hand between them like a no-nonsense teacher tired of breaking up playground fights between two shit-heads. "Alright... both of you, enough. We're here to get through this godforsaken burger shack, not to reenact your feud in the middle of a grease pit like a bunch of shitty hobos! By the way Kaguya, I don't wanna hear your stankin' ass talking about poors because you certainly ain't rich no more!"

Fujiwara No Mokou shot one last murderous glare at Kaguya Houraisan who gave her a satisfied smirk in response, but both of these petulant fuckheads stepped away from each other only to be spared of the sadistic fuckrage of Reimu Hakurei.

"Now then, bitches" Reimu Hakurei continued, pointing at the counter with authority and fuck-fury "let's find whoever's in charge here so we can figure out how to get through this dumb piece of fucking shit and get into Charlotte... why the fuck do we have to go through a fucking shitty-ass Fudd:Ruckers to get into motherfucking Charlotte?!"

"I dunno Reimu... whoever decided that the only way to get through Charlotte is to pass by Butt:Fuckers should be thrown against the deathwalls of hell and have their flesh boiled in another dimension like a fucking bitch!" Proclaimed Sanae Kochiya in all of her righteous anger and fuckrage in the name of fuckrage itself, a truly harrowing combination.

The interior of Le Butt:Fuckers was an unsettling fusion of corporate sterility and a neglected piece of satanic shit, that is a turd that came screaming out of hell with the demonic screams of six thousand tortured soul... the place was like someone had built a McDonald's in a post-apocalyptic wasteland and then just… stopped caring halfway through the cleanup and gave the fuck up, it rendered improperly and pissed everyone off. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered and buzzed tauntingly like they were arguing about whether to keep illuminating this travesty of a space or to sit down and shut the fuck up. The air was thick with the stench of fryer oil long past its expiration date, mingling with a faint metallic tang that seemed to seep out of the cracked tile floors and gave the place a shitty odor which reeked of post-death death.

Lining every wall were posters of impossibly red cows, their cartoonishly cheerful faces staring out with the unnerving intensity of a cult recruiter selling human flesh to its followers. Above them, bold letters proclaimed "100% BEEF" in such aggressively aggressive typography it felt less like advertising and more like a demand to sell your soul to the beefy overlords of this fucking place. These posters were everywhere—above the counter, near the doors, even slapped haphazardly onto the sides of the trash bins—as though the walls themselves wanted to ensure no one could escape the mantra... it might as well say BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU.

Despite its sterile and soulless design, the place was in complete disrepair. The plastic booths were cracked and discolored like your mom, their once-bright reds and yellows now dulled to shades of "abandoned kindergarten." The linoleum floor was scuffed and sticky to fuck, marked by a trail of mysterious stains that seemed to tell the story of the dying screams of thousands of spilt milkshakes which splattered across the linoleum floors like a mother fucker. The ceiling tiles above were water-damaged and sagging, threatening to drop their filthy contents onto the heads of anyone foolish enough to sit beneath them... they were like FEDEX FIELD in Washington.

The counter, which might once have been a sleek centerpiece, was now washed up and reduced to a chipped, greasy monument to apathy. A register stood at the center, covered in a sticky film of God-knows-what-else-but-cum, while faded menus displayed items that were either badly photoshopped or never meant to exist in the first place—things like "The Grease God Burger" and "Extra Beef Fries Now Beefier!."

To the side, the jukebox wheezed through a warped rendition of some long-forgotten country songs which came from the bowels of hells anus, its speakers crackling with every out-of-tune note. Nearby, a single arcade machine blinked erratically in the corner, its screen frozen on the words INSERT QUARTER TO CONTINUE as if daring someone to gamble their soul on whatever cursed game it hosted... it said POLYBIUS in bright letters.

Everything in Butt:Fuckers screamed that it wanted to be a clean, family-friendly corporate haven of freemasonic fuckery, but the reality was far grimmer—a decayed relic of a world that had moved on, leaving only grease, despair, and a haunting abundance of bovine propaganda and anal fuckery.

Fujiwara No Mokou stood in the center of the greasy hellscape that was Butt:Fuckers, her eyes scanning the dismal surroundings with an expression of disbelief mixed with raw, unapologetic fuckrage which boiled to a pitch in her tits. She slowly shook her head, taking in the decrepit booths, the flickering lights, and the constant intrusive presence of the 100% Beef posters like some sort of brainwashing tactic used by some chucklefucks designed by a mind thoroughly divorced from all taste and reason... it was butt ugly.

"A wise man once said," Mokou began quoting her philosophical thuggery bullshit once more, her voice dripping with disdain as she threw her arms out in an exaggerated gesture like a preacher preaching to a crowd of intelligent sloths, "if it looks like shit, smells like shit, then it is fucking shit."

Her words hung in the air like a heavy fart, settling over the group like a thick cloud of reality. There was no denying it now: Butt:Fuckers was the bowels of America. A glorious, greasy, fucked-up piece of shit that had somehow slipped through the cracks of the universe and managed to exist as a must-see hellhole for anyone passing through this forsaken part of the apocalypse... it WAS despair.

Mokou took a wide, sweeping gander around the room with elfin fuckery her gaze lingering on the peeling posters, the shattered booths and the singular arcade machine that had no business being in a place like this. It was a sad, pathetic sight that even her fuckrage couldn't fully capture the essence of... it was bullshit built upon bullshit and it was ruining her mind.

"Seriously though," Mokou No Fujiwara muttered, "who the fuck even decided this was the only way through? This place is a goddamn tribute to bad decisions."

The others were still taking in the full, unholy spectacle tjat stood before them like a monolithical piece of shit... they exchanged skeptical looks. Nobody wanted to ask what kind of horror lay beyond the counter or in the back room, but at this point, it seemed like they'd reached the point of no return. Whatever the hell this place had in store, it had to be better than standing in the middle of it, suffocating under the stench of long-dead dreams.

"Do we even want to know what's lurking behind this shit show?" Kaguya No Houraisan muttered, her voice thick with a mix of apathy and disgust, still trying to fathom the cosmic nonsense that had led them here...

"Only one way to find out, fuckers" Reimu said bitterly as she stroked her weapon, stepping toward the counter with a grimace, her voice sharp with purpose and filled with indescribable FUCK FURY.

Mokou snorted. "Yeah, and if it turns out to be even worse than this, I swear to god, I'll torch the whole damn place like an arsonist... I'll burn this place down!"

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Out of nowhere, with a deafening crash, a group of Marxosaurus Raptors burst from behind the counter with quasi-schizophrenic fuck-fury, their grotesque forms skittering across the grimy floor like cockroaches. Their scaly, putrid hides glistened with foul slime, their beady eyes glowing with an unnatural malice as they let out guttural, rasping roars, their teeth glinting like sharpened knives of death, a testament to their undying mission to eradicate everything that didn't align with their twisted revolutionary ideals. They were here, in full, unfiltered rage, hell-bent on terrorizing this already-shit hole of a place like a group of rats fighting over a molded cheese.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Mokou yelled, her fists clenching as she stared down the bizarre assault of these communist dinosaurs. "Not another goddamn mutant species out of left field!"

But before anyone could react, the chorus of snarling and clashing footsteps grew louder as the Marxosaurus Raptors charged forward with a mindless fervor, ready to tear through anything in their path... specifically, the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo New England Patriots.

Sanae Kochiya, stood before these communist fucks... unfazed by the sight of the shrieking, revolting monstrosities of communist failure, Sanae felt a rush of excitement flood her body and her tits, the overwhelming raw, holy fuckrage fueling her to unleash her own brand of chaos and justice upon the impurities. "Let's give these fuckers a taste of real AMERICAN revolutionary firepower," she shouted angrily, almost cackling as she tore her rifle from her back and slammed the barrel forward, her eyes gleaming with the insanity of battle and sexual arousal.

Then with the kind of wild abandon that only came with years of pent-up fuckrage, Sanae opened fire upon these tiny fucklings with elfin fervor, her rifle roaring as she poured round after round of lead into the tiny, scaly devils. The Marxosaurus Raptors reeled from the brutish onslaught, their bodies jerking with every shot as their grotesque forms were torn apart violently and brutishly. Their high-pitched screeches filled the air, echoing off the grease-slick walls and bouncing across the unsanitary chaos of the burger joint.

"YES! FUCK YES!" Sanae cried as if she was having the most fleeting of orgasms, her voice bubbling with unhinged glee as she shredded through the dinosaurs with nothing but lead and american pride alone, their putrid bodies crumpling and spasming under the barrage of hypersonic fuckerdeath. "This is what real justice looks like, assholes, bitches, cunts!"

In the background, the rest of the New England Patriots watched as she mowed through the group of Marxosaurus Raptors with savage delight. Reimu's eyes narrowed with a mixture of awe and annoyance. "Sanae," she muttered, "I'm pretty sure this is overkill, but damn, you're actually making this look fun."

By the time the last raptor hit the floor with a sickening thud, the air was thick with the stench of gunpowder, blood, and whatever foul organic material had once made up the prehistoric assholes from the planet Marxsofuckyourself. Sanae lowered her rifle with a satisfied grin plastered across her face, clearly enjoying every second of it.

"Now that's what I call service to the country," she said proudly, her voice laced with satisfaction as she looked over the mangled remains of their attackers. "Nothing like a little bit of raw action to make you feel alive."

The others stood around, equally surprised and slightly impressed by the carnage which Sanae had caused. Mokou let out a breath, her expression a mix of admiration and irritation. "Damn, girl. You really know how to light things up..."

"Well, that was... unexpected as fuck" Kaguya said, eyes flicking from the bloody remains of the Marxosaurus Raptors to the counter, where the grease-streaked, mutilated remains of the burger joint seemed even more apocalyptic than before. "But I guess we should keep moving, huh?"

Mokou cracked her knuckles. "Yeah. Let's get through this shit-hole before something else comes through the walls."

"Mokou you son of a bitch" Growled Dia Kurosawa as Mokou's words seemed to have jinxed them as Dia had spotted a group of Skibidi Toilets which had come at them after hearing both Mokou's shout and Sanae's gunfire.

Mokou's shout still hung in the air like a challenge to the universe itself, daring it to throw more chaos in their path and of course, as if summoned by the sheer force of her fuckrage, the unmistakable sound of Skibidi Toilets echoed through the grimy walls of Butt:Fuckers. A squadron of Skibidi Toilets those cursed, mechanical monstrosities of Gen Alpha brainrot (Not Genius works of art like this fanfiction of course) burst through the door, their grotesque porcelain faces twisted into permanent, soulless grins.

"Bitch, what did I do?!" Mokou snapped, her voice oozing exasperation as she turned to face the approaching horde. "Shut yo' crackhead ass! I ain't got time for this bullshit!"

Dia Kurosawa's eyes narrowed into slits, her blood pumping as the haunting chant of Skibidi Toilets echoed closer. "You jinxed us, you dumbass!" she growled, practically spitting venom with her words. "Every time you open that big mouth of yours, the universe throws more shit at us!"

Reimu acted as the cool-headed one for once in her life... and in moments like this, she stepped forward and cracked her knuckles. "Hey, no time to argue, let's just get rid of these bastards before they can make another mess... quit acting like fucking assholes to each other."

Sanae raised her rifle again, still cackling from the last encounter with the Marxosaurus bitches, her eyes practically glowing with excitement. "Damn straight!" she shouted. "Let's turn these shitty toilets into real waste!"

Mokou was still in her fire-forged fury, she ripped her rifle from her back and swung it around violently, locking eyes with Dia Kurosawa who was readying her own weapon. "I'm sorry, did you want to do the honors, or should I just keep killing these pathetic shit-buckets before you even blink?"

Dia Kurosawa clenched her fists in raw fuckrage and frustration, she shot a glare at Mokou but didn't have time to respond before the Skibidi Toilets lunged forward. Each one was a whirlwind of rapid mechanical movement, their heads wandering and fucking around menacingly... their maths going open and shut like some kind of deadly, malfunctioning buzzsaw of hypersonic hyperdeath. The bloated, porcelain monstrosities let out their trademark chant of Skibidi Skibidi Skibidi, their glowing eyes flashing with malevolent intent as they sped towards the group with insane speed and horrific pace.

But they hadn't reckoned with Sanae Kochiya. She let out a battle cry of ovarian fortitude, her rifle again erupting into a torrent of deafening gunfire of violent fuckdeath. The bullets tore through the ranks of the Skibidi Toilets like hot knives through butter, sending chunks of porcelain and bloodied flesh flying through the air, but they kept coming, relentless and undeterred like sheep to the slaughter.

Reimu was not to be outdone by Sanae Kochiya, she hurled a barrage of spiritual fuckfury energy at the remaining toilets, a move which was never possible until this point in the story and will never happen again... her hands moving in perfect harmony with the winds of battle. A gust of spiritual force flung the nearest Skibidi Toilet into the death wall, shattering it into a million pieces...

Kaguya flicked a strand of hair from her face and sighed, already looking bored despite the carnage which showered blood across the restaurants. "Honestly, these things are just pathetic. They're like roaches with better tech and worse hygiene."

Ruby and Dia Kurosawa were working in unison, they were mowing down the remaining Skibidi Toilets with swift efficiency, their weapons singing the tune of total destruction. The last Skibidi Toilet sputtered, its electronic scream fading into a garbled mess of broken circuits and dying whirs, collapsing to the ground with a final crash.

Mokou wiped the sweat from her brow, glancing at Dia Kurosawa with a smirk. "Well, looks like that's done. You gonna keep yelling at me or can we get the fuck outta here?"

Dia Kurosawa growled, rolling her eyes as she checked her weapon. "You better hope we don't get stuck in another shitty situation because of your big mouth, you fuck-nut" she muttered.

"Yeah, yeah... fucking bitchy bitch" Mokou said with a grin, "Let's just get the fuck out of here and finish this mission."

The group, now covered in the aftermath of their explosive fight, stood victorious once more. Despite the blood and grime, the relentless fuckrage pulsing through their veins kept them moving forward, determined to make it through whatever the hell awaited them next in the wreckage of Butt:Fuckers.

The ever-timorous Ruby Kurosawa stood in the middle of the battlefield with her timid and uneven stance, wide-eyed and shaking as the aftermath of their chaotic battle settled around them and fresh blood was splattered against the walls. Her voice, tentative and small, broke the tension in the air. "D-Did we win? Are we winning?" She glanced around at the carnage, the walls, the ceiling, and the floor all smeared with blood, ooze, flesh, and shattered porcelain. A thick, acrid stench of battle hung heavily in the air, as if the very atmosphere was soaked in the raw brutality of their fight... it was evidence of the raw fuck-raged bullshit that took place in this place.

Sanae Kochiya who had been standing tall just moments ago with an adrenaline-fueled fuck-fire in her eyes was now wiping the sweat and blood off her brow with a relaxed sigh, as if the chaotic outburst had drained her in the best way possible... She glanced over at Ruby and grinned, wiping a bit of blood off her cheek. "Yeah, kid. We totally won and we did it in style by murdering the fuck out of them" She let out a laugh, her tone lighthearted now that the adrenaline had subsided from her tits, though there was still that unmistakable edge of fuckrage bubbling beneath the surface of her loins.

But the scene around them was undeniable and undisputable... Butt:Fuckers was a warzone of bullshit. The once purposeless corporate fast-food joint had been reduced to a mess of blood-soaked remnants and mangled skibidi toilets, the once-perfectly white tiles now stained with the remains of their enemies which ahd been slain before them brutishly and ceremoniously, ultimately being reduced to fodder. It was hard to tell if the disarray was a result of the battle they'd just fought or if the place had already been this much of a shit show before they walked in.

Kaguya Houraisan looked unfazed and very much in her element amidst the carnage, she rolled her eyes as she swept a stray lock of hair from her face. "We won," she replied, deadpan and bored as actual fuck. "But honestly, it's hard to tell. The place was already a disaster. Now, it just looks like a worse disaster... like puking on a pile of shit" She gestured around the room, the remnants of the Skibidi Toilets and the mangled Marxosaurus Raptors scattered in every corner like some bizarre post-apocalyptic landscape.

Fujiwara No Mokou snorted and rubbed her hands together, the grease and blood from the last fight still caked on her hands. "Y'all really want to question whether we won or not? Look around. The only thing not wrecked is that damn sign outside and I took care of that before we left."

Dia Kurosawa stepped over a pile of broken Skibidi Toilet parts with a sigh, wiping her weapon clean. "We won, but I feel like the universe just had to send us some extra shit just to keep the 'winning' feeling at bay. This place is a goddamn abomination... fuck this place, fuck it to hell, fuck it to oblivion, fuck it to damnation of mankind!"

ReimuHakurei rubbed the back of her neck with a sigh, glanced over the destruction, her expression unreadable but satisfied. "Well, I think the point's made. We're not getting through here without some kind of battle... but hey, at least we didn't have to wait for food... also quit quoting the FUCKING Angry Video Game Nerd."

Ruby Kurosawa was still shaking from the overwhelming violence, she hugged herself tightly, the scene almost too much to process for her retarded little mind. "I-I guess... I guess we won... but it's just... so much..." Her voice trailed off, overwhelmed by the sight and the sheer intensity of the violence they'd unleashed. She was still processing it all... fighting against creatures that shouldn't even exist, and coming out on top.

"Eh, don't worry about it, Ruby... shit like this always happens, you get used to it kiddo" Mokou said with a half-grin, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You'll get used to it eventually. Just remember, it's all part of the fuckrage... its like how you get accustomed to robberies at the ghetto."

"Alright, enough of the post-battle speeches. Let's strawberry & Jam out of here and make sure we don't get caught up in any more asanine bullshit."

They moved towards the exit, their victory complete in all of its splendous glory but the weight of what they'd done still clinging to their senses like fleas to a lazy dog. With the fuckrage still simmering beneath their skin, they would continue on their way. There were bigger battles ahead, and they wouldn't back down from any of them... up next was Charlotte, ruled by none other than that fucker Manfred.

Reimu Hakurei stepped out of the wrecked building of Butt:Fuckers with elfin fuckrage and glorious glory, her face locked in a serious expression that could almost be described as a battle-ready grin, except it was backed by a heavy dose of fuckrage and pure malice. She cleared her throat dramatically, her voice cutting through the tension in the air.

"Alright, listen up, you sons of bitches!" Reimu Hakurei bellowed, her hands clasped at her sides, ready to take command. "I know what I said earlier was a little... off," she paused, winking at the group with a mischievous smirk, "it should've been 'daughters of hoes,' but that's besides the point. I'm here to tell you something more important... you fucking hoes and skanks!"

She pointed a finger to the horizon, where the oppressive and tyrannical city of Charlotte, North Carolina loomed like a fortress of fuckery, waiting to be liberated. The group followed her gaze as she continued with a voice full of relentless resolve. "Mr. Robert Manfred," she spat the name with disdain, "is a fucking bastard, and it's high time we tear his shit apart, we're going to liberate the fuck out of Charlotte just like we did with Flo Rida, Charleston, and Atlanta! LET FREEDOM RING MOTHERFUCKERS!"

Ruby Kurosawa was still shaken but starting to regain her focus, she blinked and gave a hesitant thumbs up. "Um… so we're doing this, then?"

"Damn right, champ... " Mokou chimed in, cracking her knuckles epically to the sounds of death rap. "Robert Manfred thinks he can get away with that 'baseball dictatorship' bullshit? We're here to slap the bitch-asshole-cunt out of his ass and show him what real power looks like!"

Kaguya Houraisan snorted and folded her arms, looking at the horizon with a bored, yet calculating expression. "Liberation, huh? Well, as long as it doesn't interfere with my perfectly manicured nails, I'm in."

Sanae Kochiya grinned epically, "I don't care what the fuck we do. As long as we get to blow some shit up and spread American patriotism across the world... count me the fuck in!."

Dia Kurosawa whom was clearly unfazed by the intensity of the conversation and more interested in the sheer absurdity of it all, nodded her head. "Yeah, sure. But can we make sure there's something edible at the end of this? I'm starting to think we deserve a fucking reward after all this mess... like fuck hell, I'm hungry as a bitch... I could eat my fucking shorts."

Reimu gave them all a hard stare of testicular fuckrage despite having no actual testicles, her gaze was deadly serious. "Listen, we're not here for rewards. We're here to make sure Manfred knows that no one communist maggot is safe, not from us. We take this city, we take his whole damn reign. The only reward we'll get is knowing we tore down the corrupt bullshit that's been festering in Charlotte. You with me? PATRIOTS?!"

The group collectively nodded in enthusiastic patriotic glory.

"Alright then," Reimu said, a smirk tugging at her lips as she turned to lead them toward the next stage of their mission. "Let's go fucking burn this place down and build back up, bring America back from the dead!"

And with that, the New England Patriots, armed to the teeth with fuckrage, adrenaline, and the unyielding determination to wreck everything in their path charged toward Charlotte. Manfred's reign was about to meet its end, and nothing would stop them. Not even the walls of a city itself.

Sanae Kochiya rolled her eyes, not even flinching at Reimu's dramatic display of bloodlust and eagerness for fuckslaying. "Yo, Reimu chill the fuck out. We're not even close to Charlotte yet the city's still like an hour away" spoke Sanae Kochiya to kill the fucking joy out of Reimu's amusement.

Reimu's smirk only widened as she placed her hands on her hips, unfazed by Sanae's reality check. "Shut up nerd" she drawled, her voice dripping with playful mischief. "I know, but you see... I just really enjoy slaying Skibidi Toilets and communists a bit too much~ there's nothing that gets my arousal going like slaying those pieces of fuck" She leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with sadistic excitement that borders on arousal.

Sanae Kochiya shot her a look, clearly unimpressed. "Yeah yeah I get it. But maybe tone it down a little? I can feel your fuckrage from here and I haven't even finished my coffee."

Kaguya Houraisen overheared the exchange, she smirked and raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed. "Honestly, I think it's cute that Reimu thinks she's the only one who enjoys carnage... don't act like you weren't creaming yourself when fighting those Marxosaurus, Sanae" Kaguya shrugged, unbothered by the banter.

Fujiwara No Mokou was already feeling the itch for more destruction, she cracked her neck violently and stepped forward. "Ah hell. I don't care if it's an hour or two or not i'm ready for whatever comes out. Besides, a little extra time means more places to destroy before we get there... keeps the blood pumping, my body is ready."

Ruby Kurosawa hugged herself nervously at the prospect of even more fighting... "U-um, are we really going to... kill even more Skibidi Toilets and communists? I-I mean, I don't mind helping, but all this... violence... it's so overwhelming..."

Reimu shot her a quick look over her shoulder, her tone softening for a moment. "Don't worry, Ruby-chan we'll make sure it's fun violence. Violence is just a side effect of doing the right thing, after all."

Sanae Kochiya groaned in the background, muttering to Reimu "No matter how many times we say it's for the cause, we still end up looking like we're trying to top every slaughter scene in history."

The group fell into a comfortable banter, the tension of the fight ebbing away after it had taken place... replaced by a strange camaraderie and mutual understanding. They weren't just a group of survivors but rather they were a force of testicular fuck-death and they were heading toward their next target, Charlotte, North Carolina.

Suddenly Mokou spoke up in her usual bravado bullshit which was directed towards Ruby Kurosawa, Ruby flinched at Mokou's blunt, ghetto-ass words as her hands gripped the hem of her fucking skirt like a nervous schoolgirl in a shitty as fuck anime "B-But, Mokou-chan… it's so scary… I-I mean, all the blood, the explosions, the Danganronpa-esque executions, the cock sucking Skibidi Toile—"

Mokou scoffed in raw testicular fuckrage, leaning back against the Jeep with her arms crossed like a bad fucking bitch, looking like the toughest bastard this side of the Skibidi-Pocalypse in all of its raw testicular fuckery. "Quit bein' a fuckin' pussy Ruby Kurosawa Ding-A-Ling-Ling. You're tough as nails, kiddo! Ain't no room for weaklings in this bad bitch brigade." Her tone was gruff but carried a weird kind of backhanded encouragement which came from her loins which were buttered and laced with fuckrage, the kind only someone from the mean streets of whatever whack-ass motherfucking place that Mokou came from.

Dia Kurosawa was still hugging Ruby Kurosawa, she shot Mokou a glare sharper than a knife from the edge of hell. "WHAT THE FUCK MOKOU?! Ruby is doing her best and unlike you, not everyone finds killing communists and talking toilets fun! That is degeneracy of the highest motherfucking order BUU-BUU DESU WA motherfucker!"

Mokou raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed by the tumultuous words of Dia Kurosawa and her sisterly fuckrage. "Oh, boo-hoo, Dia-chan, should I shed a tear? Maybe play a fuckin' violin? Biotch?!" She mimed playing a tiny-ass violin between her fingers before waving her hand dismissively as fuck. "Listen, all I'm sayin' is, we all gotta toughen up and grow some fuggin' balls and if Ruby ain't gonna cooperate, she's gonna fucking die!. If Ruby wants to survive this clusterfuck of a world she's gotta learn how to kill some pieces of fucking communist Skibidi Toilet shit and MOVE the fuck on."

Ruby sniffled but looked up at Mokou with wide, uncertain eyes. "Y-You really think I can be t-tough like you…? But I don't have any balls..."

Mokou clicked her tongue and ruffled Ruby's hair in the roughest and most violent display of tumultuous fuckraged affection possible without actually causing head trauma and making Ruby Kurosawa even more retarded than she already was. "Damn right, kiddo. Now quit cryin' and get ready cuz Charlotte ain't gonna fuckin' liberate itself, also I didn't mean REAL balls, like fictional balls... testicular fortitude if you fuckin' will."

Ruby Kurosawa was still nervous as all hell yet nodded at the words of Fujiwara No Mokou. Dia Kurosawa sighed, rubbing her temples and Reimu, watching from the side, grinned smugly as smug would allow. "Damn, Mokou. You really are the worst motivational speaker of all time... what the Skibidi Gyatt."

Fujiwara No Mokou shrugged smugly at the words of Reimu "The Fucking Hakurei Shrine Maiden" Hakurei "Yeah? Well, I'm still better than half those self-help dumbasses, cause at least my shit actually works... I went to the school of hard knocks and studied at Ball So Hard University."

Reimu Hakurei snorted at this bodacious claim, shaking her head with smuggery "Ball So Hard University? Bitch, that sounds like some shit you made up while high off gasoline fumes."

Fujiwara No Mokou smirked, arms crossed like the fucking bitch that she mother fucking was god-dammit. "Damn right I made it up bitch! But guess what? Still more legit than whatever bootleg yee-yee ass diploma Manfred's got hanging in his corporate building at Charlotte like the little wanker he is."

Sanae Kochiya whistled low, loading another magazine into her gun as she leaned against the bloodstained Jeep that they were fated to ride upon. "Damn, Mokou. You out here spittin' facts like a gawd-damn bootleg TED Talk."

Mokou nodded with self-satisfaction radiating from her like the flames of a burning Wendy's during a riot. "I ain't just spittin' facts, I'm spittin' life lessons straight from the unforgiving streets of ghetto-ass Washington Heights to the war-torn plains of Post-Skibidi-Pocalypse America..."

Ruby Kurosawa still nervously clutched Dia's sleeve, she blinked in confusion. "B-Ball So Hard University? What… what kind of school is that?" She got hurt in confusion.

Mokou grinned like the most disrespectful petulant fuck-bitch alive. "The kind where tuition is paid in blood, sweat, cum, idiocy and bad decisions and the only diploma you get is the ability to walk away from an explosion without lookin' back like a fucking boss."

Reimu Hakurei clicked her tongue, giving Mokou an unimpressed side-eye at her response. "That's a lot of words for 'I got my ass kicked a lot and now I'm a bitter little bitch."

Mokou cackled epically, "damn right and I wouldn't trade it for a damn thing." She slammed a fresh clip into her gun with cosmic power coming out of her buttered loins, looking out toward the road ahead. "Now, enough of this bull-shit, y'all ready to take Charlotte back from Manfred's crusty stankin' ass?"

The group exchanged glances before Reimu Hakurei stepped forward as the leadur of the group, cracking her knuckles with aura. "Hell yeah. Let's show that corporate toilet-sexual pigfucker what happens when you mess with the New England Patriots."