A fit of laughter erupted along the dark corner of AnimeNation's Curry Tavern. No one was there to hear it, save for the only two people still in the tavern. One of them, naturally, was neatly laid down on a slanted table, with each of his limbs shackled to each corner of the table. The other, the source of the mad laughter, prepared a rotary sawblade to the bottom of the table.
"Spy-senpai, haven't you noticed me enough?" the man on the table begged, trying in futility not to shed any tears.
"Oh, don't be such a baby," A Dead Spy replied, pushing up the rotating sawblade as it began to cut through the table and slowly approached the other man's crotch area. "I promise you, it stops hurting after you die."
One set of screaming and a gruesome sawblade-induced bloodbath later, the two halves of what was once the shackled man fell along with the table, the shackles having fulfilled their purpose. ADS dropped the sawblade, then pulled out a pair of red-tinted shades from the breast pocket of his now blood-spattered white suit.
"Now that's what I call a half-assed job," ADS quipped as he put on the shades. "But not as half-assed as your poor excuse for a finale... Mr. Kubo."
"And not nearly as half-assed as your comeback line, A Dead Spy."
ADS's shades shattered from the sheer weight of those words. He thought for certain no one else could reach him, yet there the dark-cloaked figure was, walking menacingly toward him.
"This doesn't concern you, Sazae," ADS shouted, his hand reaching toward one of his golden daggers.
"On the contrary," Sazae replied calmly, clapping his hands twice to turn on the lights. "As your brand new admin, I think you'll find this concerns all of me."
As the lights brightened, more cloaked figures identical to Sazae appeared; more figures than ADS could even bother counting, at that. Each of them wore dark shades, and a hint of a black suit and tie crept from under their cloaks.
"A Matrix reference, Sazae? A Matrix SEQUEL reference, at that? I thought you were better-"
"Well, what better way is there to get my point across?"
ADS stood in stunned silence.
"You see, A Dead Spy, as you were well aware, we here at AnimeNation have been undergoing some... remodeling, so to speak. We wanted a bigger, more user-friendly environment, one that suits the needs of the more... modern anime fan. So we decided to sweep the older... unnecessary parts of this construct to make way for the future."
The Sazae at the center eyed the halved remains of Kubo Tite, then smirked in an apparent approval.
"Ah, I see you did part of the job for us," Sazae continued. "Indeed, now that Mr Kubo's manga is over, AnimeNation no longer has a use for him. In fact, we came here with the purpose of relieving him of duty personally; we never would have expected to relieve you here as well, but alas, when opportunity knocks..."
By the time ADS could retrieve his dagger, he found himself completely surrounded by Sazae clones, all of which preceded to restrain him physically before his dagger could possibly serve any use for him.
"Son of a..."
"I'm surprised by you, A Dead Spy. I knew you held a personal vendetta against Mr .Kubo, but I didn't know you had it in you to go overboard. No matter, though,.. now that we found you, our job is almost complete."
Struggling to break free from the Sazae clones' grip, ADS dropped his dagger to the floor, where the original Sazae picked it up.
"Don't be such a baby, A Dead Spy," Sazae echoed, pushing the dagger into ADS's heart. "I promise you, it stops hurting after you die."
"Bastard..." ADS grumbled in pain, the red text appearing to surround him in full until he disappeared completely. Sazae then adjusted his shades before pocketing the dagger.
"It is done," Sazae assured the rest of himselves. "The reboot of AnimeNation will now... commence."
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A Dead Spy woke up in her usual daze, the winter sun not even being up yet. Breaking her alarm clock for the third time in a week, she dressed herself accordingly before glancing quickly at the mirror.
"Damn it, Sazae," ADS cursed, brushing her neck-length black hair. "If I really must be female full-time for you, you could have at least made me ginger, you pervert."
"What's wrong, Spy?" asked an all-too-familiar voice from the other side of the shut door. "You mean you don't want to build-"
"Not now, Taleen..." ADS mumbled, drifting further into her thoughts. "At least... I'm still me... sort of..."
"Spy-senpai, haven't you noticed me enough?" the man on the table begged, trying in futility not to shed any tears.
"Oh, don't be such a baby," A Dead Spy replied, pushing up the rotating sawblade as it began to cut through the table and slowly approached the other man's crotch area. "I promise you, it stops hurting after you die."
One set of screaming and a gruesome sawblade-induced bloodbath later, the two halves of what was once the shackled man fell along with the table, the shackles having fulfilled their purpose. ADS dropped the sawblade, then pulled out a pair of red-tinted shades from the breast pocket of his now blood-spattered white suit.
"Now that's what I call a half-assed job," ADS quipped as he put on the shades. "But not as half-assed as your poor excuse for a finale... Mr. Kubo."
"And not nearly as half-assed as your comeback line, A Dead Spy."
ADS's shades shattered from the sheer weight of those words. He thought for certain no one else could reach him, yet there the dark-cloaked figure was, walking menacingly toward him.
"This doesn't concern you, Sazae," ADS shouted, his hand reaching toward one of his golden daggers.
"On the contrary," Sazae replied calmly, clapping his hands twice to turn on the lights. "As your brand new admin, I think you'll find this concerns all of me."
As the lights brightened, more cloaked figures identical to Sazae appeared; more figures than ADS could even bother counting, at that. Each of them wore dark shades, and a hint of a black suit and tie crept from under their cloaks.
"A Matrix reference, Sazae? A Matrix SEQUEL reference, at that? I thought you were better-"
"Well, what better way is there to get my point across?"
ADS stood in stunned silence.
"You see, A Dead Spy, as you were well aware, we here at AnimeNation have been undergoing some... remodeling, so to speak. We wanted a bigger, more user-friendly environment, one that suits the needs of the more... modern anime fan. So we decided to sweep the older... unnecessary parts of this construct to make way for the future."
The Sazae at the center eyed the halved remains of Kubo Tite, then smirked in an apparent approval.
"Ah, I see you did part of the job for us," Sazae continued. "Indeed, now that Mr Kubo's manga is over, AnimeNation no longer has a use for him. In fact, we came here with the purpose of relieving him of duty personally; we never would have expected to relieve you here as well, but alas, when opportunity knocks..."
By the time ADS could retrieve his dagger, he found himself completely surrounded by Sazae clones, all of which preceded to restrain him physically before his dagger could possibly serve any use for him.
"Son of a..."
"I'm surprised by you, A Dead Spy. I knew you held a personal vendetta against Mr .Kubo, but I didn't know you had it in you to go overboard. No matter, though,.. now that we found you, our job is almost complete."
Struggling to break free from the Sazae clones' grip, ADS dropped his dagger to the floor, where the original Sazae picked it up.
"Don't be such a baby, A Dead Spy," Sazae echoed, pushing the dagger into ADS's heart. "I promise you, it stops hurting after you die."
"Bastard..." ADS grumbled in pain, the red text appearing to surround him in full until he disappeared completely. Sazae then adjusted his shades before pocketing the dagger.
"It is done," Sazae assured the rest of himselves. "The reboot of AnimeNation will now... commence."
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A Dead Spy woke up in her usual daze, the winter sun not even being up yet. Breaking her alarm clock for the third time in a week, she dressed herself accordingly before glancing quickly at the mirror.
"Damn it, Sazae," ADS cursed, brushing her neck-length black hair. "If I really must be female full-time for you, you could have at least made me ginger, you pervert."
"What's wrong, Spy?" asked an all-too-familiar voice from the other side of the shut door. "You mean you don't want to build-"
"Not now, Taleen..." ADS mumbled, drifting further into her thoughts. "At least... I'm still me... sort of..."
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