A Grimm wearing a black leather cloak entered a bar. The people inside woge into different kinds of creatures such as Pigmen, Lycans, Lambmen, Myriads, Minotaurs, Nekomatas, and Manticores.
The Cryptids saw the Grimm and backed away in fear.
"It's the day of taxes, you filthy animals..." he squinted his eyes as the Cryptids shuddered.
They all paid one gold coin, except for one Pigman woman, who didn't have any money for that week.
The Grimm grabs a young Pigman, who is a boy. He struggled to break free in fear of the Grimm. "Please!" the boy sobbed. "Please stay away from me! Don't cut off my head!"
"NO!!!" sobbed the woman. "NO!!!"
The Grimm prepares his ax over the Pigman's head.
"NO!!!" sobbed the woman. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
*SHING*
*SPLAT*
The Grimm cruelly drags the decapitated body outside.
"The Emperor sends his regards. Invicta," said the Grimm, who walked out of the bar.
"You Decapitares are freaks... You people are no better than the Emperors who enslave you."
The Grimm stayed silent.
"I'm just a man following orders, Ma'am. The orders were to decapitate their children if they have no pay."
"Someday!" yelled the woman Pigman. "Someday we'll rise against you! We'll rise against the human race. Decapitares are meant to serve the Cryptid and Human kinds! Not slaughter us in the name of the human race!"
"You people!?" The Grimm walked toward her. "You people are animals. Animals, I tell you. You are savage creatures that when left unchecked, you will return to your wild ways and feed on mankind. You are animals."
"We're more than that!" sobbed the Pigman woman.
"Yet I see your horrifying monstrous forms... Freaks of fucking nature," he squinted his eyes. "Animals."
13 years... later...
It is August 29, 1896. The Filipinos' rage had been growing to a point where small rebellions have come around that toppled over some towns, but it didn't matter. Though the Spanish Empire was dying, the Empire was still very dangerous, enough for the Filipinos to live in terror among the streets. Filipinos are killed every day because of the Empire's strict rule. The fight never mattered. The Spanish believe that it will never matter... until... now...
"Ha ha ha ha ha!" laughed a voice nearby. "And then he said, 'Slide my balls in the floor, I need another round!' BA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!"
The other man stayed silent. The other man wore black sunglasses and a black tophat. He had a beard, a black suit, and long black hair.
"Elias," said the other man. "We really shouldn't be talking about that right now,"
"Come on, Simoun!" shouted Elias. "It's a pretty fuckin' hilarious joke! I could probably be a comedian one day! Back in Naples, I was the talk of the town!"
"That was inappropriate and terrible," sighed Simoun.
"Come on, Simoun! Have a laugh!" smiled Elias. "All you do is brood over your past and murder Aswangs!"
"And all you do is make terrible jokes, Elias," he whispered.
A roar could be heard nearby.
Suddenly, a magical spirit of some sort began emerging from Simoun. This also happened with Elias. Both people have spirits emerge from their bodies.
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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Grimm
FanfictionFollows the adventures of the Ibarras: a family of people known as Grimms in the Philippines people who can see the true form of the Monsters of this world. Each Part has a different protagonist, genre, and plot, but with all the same continuity and...
