Dark and Hercules' Bizarre Adventure

Chapter V: The Magician Part I

Dark finishes videoing his shoe, which he had been shaking for 30 minutes.

"Remind me again on what we'd get from this weird documentary of shaking a shoe?"

"Herc... Herc... Herc!" Dark shook his head as he turned off the camera. "You completely don't understand comedy. I'm tricking the audience by telling them that they'll wait for something amazing! But turns out they won't see anything at all and they'd watch this whole video for 30 minutes, waiting for something that they were hoping to see for so long, but dies out with a whole lot of nothing!"

"Dark, that wouldn't work in a documentary because it isn't "funny" for them, it's "funny" for you."

"Humor is having someone in pain, Hercules! Humor can't exist unless someone gets the shorter end of the stick!"

Hercules sighs. "You know... I'm not a very bright guy, but I know that you're a good guy, Dark... Somewhere in here..." Hercules points to Dark's chest. "There is goodness."

Dark stares at Hercules, seemingly with hope.

"Pfft! Hahahahaha!!! Okay. Okay... Yeah! Yeah..."

"What? I really think that you're a good person-..."

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Dark smacks his face. "Okay! Okay! Okay... Maybe... Maybe you're right..." Dark nods to Hercules. Dark warps his katana. "Now help me steal JoJo's car. He parked it downstairs."

"Hey, Dark!" smiled Fergus

"Hey, Fergus!" said Dark, as he entered the bar.

Fergus patted Dark on the back and spoke with him as he laid his arm around his shoulders.

Later... the pair sat down by the pool table where they played billiards...

"Show me something?" asked Fergus.

"Yep!" smiled Dark. "Outside!"

"Okay..." said Fergus, smiling sweetly. "Sure thing, John!"

Dark's eyes go dead as he stared deep into Fergus' eyes.

"You're... staring at me weird," smiled Fergus. "John?"

"I'll show you something..." said Dark.

"Sure thing, John!" smiled Fergus. The old man, Fergus bottoms up his whiskey and places it on the table.

John and Fergus walked outside of the bar.

"Why'd you bring me here, friend?" asked Fergus as he looked around.

*shing*

*SPLAT*

Dark slices off Fergus' arms as he yells in pain. Fergus sees Dark's katana.

"Oh... Oh my God..." sobbed Fergus.

"Salvi sends his regards..." Dark squinted his eyes.

"John... Why?" he couldn't scream, as the pain was so much that he couldn't even scream.

Dark releases his katana.

"John... Don't do this..." he wept. "I have a wife... kids... Grandchildren... What would they think of you after you do this to me?"

"I don't care what anyone thinks of me..." said Dark. 

"Could you at least tell me why you're doing this?" sobbed Fergus.