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Catfishing WORST...

I don't know what the fuck i was on when i wrote this. But whatever's done is done. Let's just hope you like it as much as I do.

^8^

Her very first duty after joining the dysfunctional conjoined family of 4 now turned 5, Misaka WORST was given the task to take the youngest member of the family out.

Now, as you may have all known, the youngest member of the family, also known as Last Order is a high profile person with multiple targets being plastered on her back. And for her life to be trusted in the hands of a person, who, not even a week ago tried murdering her just to prove a point. Somehow, someway, the 3rd Gen clone had earned the trust of her ward. The ward being a lazy underaged bastard (best boy) who never knew the warmth of a mother's hug.

Now, as per usual, whenever possible, Last Order would usually be accompanied by Accelerator, regardless of whether or not the two hags are coming or not.

But this time, there were some circumstances that would not allow such things.

"Piss off, my back hurts."

Yes, that.

Which is why now the 2 clones are walking side-by-side in the early evening just to check this new cafe a few blocks away from where they live.

The gust of early evening air blowing softly against their hair. Streets are brightly lit by the post lights up above. Very few cars passed by the road, reasons are unknown, but could be due to the fact that less than 80% of the city's population are above 20+ y/o of age.

Now, enter our bitch boys.

A group of three teenagers, no older than 17 - 18 clad in their school uniforms with an unknown school insignia. One of them has a packet sticking out of their pocket. Their usual insecurities are now completely overwhelmed by the confidence fueled by the Legendary power of brain horñy and schtick bonàr.

This, of course, in turn made them feel even better about themselves. As such, their self-esteem is way beyond what it's supposed to be originally.

"Hey girl, you be lookin' like a butterfly."

"Dat knockers coulda been bigger but damn do i want some of them."

"How 'bout you play around with us for a sec?"

Numerous words of flattery were sent towards their way, shamelessly commenting on her aspects as if they're theirs to begin with. Any normal school girl would've exploded in both rage and embarrassment.

But here's a problem. This is WORST we're talking about. If there's anything that the girl lacks in, the nervous system would have certainly been one of them.

She then proceeds to walk straight at them with her face almost as flat as that of the curb she's walking on. The trio of boys cood, and would've continued to do so until she snatched the small packet from one of their pockets with a hand faster than lighting before going back to her smaller companion.

She doesn't continue walking away. First she ripped the packet open, took the condom out and began blowing it, filling it with air like you would to a balloon before moulding it into a form similar to that of a puppy.

"A bunch of clowns aren't complete without their balloon animals."

She spoke in the most serious way she could possibly muster, giving no hint of the bubbling amusement she's got inside.

And that's how she ascended up on the throne and became the superior Clone.

^8^

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