Weezer and Blink-182 and Green Day fight the acoustipop master

Ehdde Arrives

As soon as Matt was fully turned to dust by the amazing "I wanna fuck your grandpa on Mother's day", Rivers arrived, holding a dead Brian.

"Brian!" Tom yelled. He had a moment of silence for Brian Bell the sass god, until the sound of someone arriving in the Grand Leader HQ interrupted Tom and Rivers. It was Patrick, covered in blood and injuries.

"Ehdde Chee... Ehdde Cheerreanne is coming!!" He then fell to the floor and died.

Rivers and Tom looked around the room. Tom rushed to Billie, to see if he could help them, but Billie was dead.

Tom slowly walked away from Billie and got closer to Rivers, the both of them getting ready for a Cheerreanne attack. Putting themselves back to back, they slowly turned around the room.

A voiced boomed. "MUHHHHHAHAHA! DO YOU STILL THINK YOU HAVE A CHANCE AT STOPPING ME?"

Rivers and Tom directed their guitars at where the voice was coming from, which was above the table. The lightning bolts on Rivers' guitar strap was glowing more than ever. A shape was beginning to materialise above the table.

Rivers and Tom, now terrified but still willing to stand their ground, looked at each other for what might be the last time.

"Tom, if I die, I want you to know that I'm the one who destroyed all your sweaters!"

"And Rivers, if I die, I want you to know that I'm the reason your dog can't walk straight!"

Rivers stopped. "Wait a second. Tom, did you fuck my dog?"

At that moment, Ehdde Cheerreanne fully materialized.

"EHDDE! HOW DID YOU ESCAPE FROM THE POCKET DIMENSION WE LOCKED YOU IN??"

Ehdde evily chuckled. "It was simple. I figured out that human life was somehow sustaining the pocket dimension. So I created the H1N1 back in 2009 to weaken the human population, but it was quickly defeated. So I tried again in 2020, and created the COVID virus. This time, it was succesful and I managed to fully escape. But before that, I had been controlling the population and spreading MY music under the artist name of 'Ed Sheeran'"

Tom and Rivers gasped. "I should've known that was you! Acoustipop SUCKS! Prepare to be destroyed!"

Rivers started playing Say it Ain't So while running towards Ehdde. But Ehdde knew Rivers' weak spot. He punched him right where his glasses were, which caused them to break and kill Rivers from the pain alone, because being punched in the glasses hurts like hell.

Tom, now shaking, turned to look at Ehdde Cheerreanne. He was going to piss himself, even if he wasn't playing Depends.

Ehdde pulled out his acoustic guitar and started playing Photograph.

"N-No! These are only for playing the bonus tracks on Take Off Your Pants And Jacket!!"

Tom felt himself turn flatter. More... two-dimensional. "No! Nooooooo!!"

He had turned into a photograph. The paper fluttered to the ground as Ehdde Cheerreanne picked it up, a lighter in hand.

Ehdde turned on the lighter and approached it to the paper.

"Say goodbye, Tom Delonge!"

Some rattle was heard behind Ehdde. He turned around and saw Billie, standing on the table, Mike's bass in hand. What?? Billie's not dead!! But he might as well be, he can barely stand up.

"How about you give me"

Billie put both of his hands at the tip of the frets.

"one"

Billie raised the bass above his head with all of the force he had.

"fucking"

The bass stayed suspended in midair, only held up by Billie.

"MINUTE!!"

Billie crushed the bass onto the table. A glorious light filled the room, blinding Ehdde and killing Billie.

"What is this??" Ehdde yelled.

Where the remainders of the bass layed, a small shape was starting to form. It gradually, slowly, took the form of a frog.

The light disappeared and a toad fell on the table.