Unveil the quirky, strange, bizarre, and offbeat Super-Multiversal nation of Maharlica-152, where Miguel Azral, an unsuspecting teenager, discovers his supernatural lineage - THE PRINCE OF THE ASWANGS!!! Recruited by a zany wizard, Prometheus, and t...
Miguel sighs, alone at the table. Around him are people who could be seen afraid, muttering and mumbling to each other while staring at him. "I can't believe Jed and Lord moved to Prometheus' bedroom. I can't believe none of them had talked to me..."
Miguel waves his hand to them.
They ignore him.
Miguel looks down.
"I think we should at least help him out-!" yelled Anna, only for Lord to let her sit down. "Lord. He's our friend."
"None of us came with any girl or guy. Just us. And if we wanna get lucky, we can't keep hanging out with Miguel... You saw what they did to him. Do you want to get ostracized like he does or do you wanna get dicked and/or pussied down!?" asked Jedan.
"Ugh!" Anna facepalms.
"I still can't believe that he said that..." said Lord. "Said that we were all practically... meaningless compared to him... I can't believe he wanted to kill us..."
"He meant our enemies..." said Anna.
"No. He meant we've been holding him back!" growled Lord.
"I feel hurt from his words," said Gerard.
"So do I. Fuck 'im," said Fred.
Athena just gouges down root beer.
"That ain't real beer," said Fred.
Athena gives him the finger.
"I... understand where he was coming from..." said Happy. "But what do I know? I'm a spirit in a doll."
Neuro sits next to Miguel.
"Uh... What the fuck are you doing here?" asked Miguel.
"My GF's at home. Got sick from the plague back home! *Sigh!* Ah, well," said Neuro.
"No, like... You go to this school?"
"Yeah. Signed up last year. Been tryna hang out and say sorry about the whole terrorism thing but none of you guys wanted to hang out with me... or... just plain ignored me..."
Neuro shows pictures of him being everywhere with them: From the first tournament all the way to their adventures in the island.
"Right..." said Miguel, bowing his head.
"So! Uh... Aswang Prince, right?"
"Waddup?" asked Miguel.
"So uh... I thought you were uh... popular! Being the Aswang Prince and all!"
"Well... I thought I was... Turns out my friends would abandon me to get laid and avoid getting beaten up..."
"Ha! Teenagers, huh?" laughed Neuro.
"Yeah..." sighed Miguel.
Neuro claps his hands. "Holy shit! Dude! Crazy idea! WE could hang out!"
"I dunno..." said Miguel, looking worried.
Acosta then passes by and slaps chewed-up paper into the back of Miguel's head. He snickers as he walks away.
"Hey!" Neuro stands before Acosta. "Just sayin'... That was a very shithead move!"
"Why? He's a fuck-up sicko, anyway..." laughed Acosta, as Miguel gave a disheartened look.
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