*click click click click*
Arthur spends the night playing his video game: Super Mario 64.
"Damned bullies!" he shouted.
Arthur, wearing his usual clothes, which is a blue-striped red scarf around his neck, a black sleeveless undershirt, black pants, and brown shoes played his video games all night.
Suddenly, Mario falls into the kava and having one health left, dies.
"Geez," said Arthur to himself. "This game's a sham..."
Arthur then takes out his fifth vag of chips and his fifth bottle of soda.
*squeak*
Arthur hears some sort of squeaking noise from outside. He looks outside the window and looks left, then right.
"Ventura? Is that you?" he asked.
*tick tick tick tick tick*
"The blood of our kind is in you... I can smell our scent in your flesh..." he whispered with a growling voice.
"Well, buddy, my flesh smells like all races! That's how un-racist I am, fella!" smiled Arthur.
"You hoke like non-stop like the coward you are. I am surprised you are even the descendant of the legendary Crisostomo Ibarra," replied the voice.
"Who?" asked Arthur. "Christ Bartholomew? Christopher Barty? Boy, what the fuck are you talkin' about?"
"I'm talking about your destiny, JOJO!!!" shouted the voice. Suddenly, the Aswang entered into his window with his claws crinkling as he taps each of them with each other. "You filthy Grimms, hunting our kind for thousands of years, torturing us for your pleasure... treating us like animals..."
"Jesus Christ!" shouted Arthur, quickly backing away. "Sorry for using God's name in vain, but still! Christ almighty! Stay the hell away from me, Tiktik!"
"Die, GRIMM!!!" shouted the Aswang as he stretched out his fingers and aimed for Arthur's throat.
"OH NO!!!"
(Theme begins...)
Arthur immediately blocks the arm as golden energies began to radiate from his skin.
"My adoptive father told me stories about you guys when I was younger," said Arthur. "Part of me thought you were all too real to be just a fairy tale."
"Huh?" asked the Aswang. "You think your Hamon is strong enough to burn me to pieces?"
"I don't know what Hamon is supposed to be," said Arthur. "But I do know what I'm good at... RANDOM BULLSHIT!!!"
Suddenly, the Aswang's eyes widen.
"What are you planning?"
The Aswang approached Arthur, as Arthur pointed his bottle of coke at him.
"Stay back, or I'll break your skull with a bottlecap!" said Arthur in a suave manner.
The Aswang laughed softly.
(Theme begins at 0:58...)
The bottle of coke charged with Hamon and the cap was somehow lodged into the Aswang's skull.
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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...
