Darkness Retribution

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The day had started like any other: lazy, quiet, and filled with teasing remarks. You and Felix sat across from each other at the table, shooting playful, dirty glances, much to the amusement of the group. Neuvillette pretended to be annoyed, though his slight smirk betrayed his real thoughts. The house was filled with laughter as Freddy cracked jokes, and even Daddy Hello Kitty Batman chimed in with one of his famously bad puns.

But Emo Jesus, ever the brooding presence, stood up abruptly. "I'm going out for some shopping, or whatever. Don't wait up." He flipped his hair and walked out, clearly dreading the mundane task ahead.

As he made his way through the aisles of the store, he zoned out, picking up random things. Cereal, milk, some snacks for the group—just another boring trip. He was reaching for a can of soda when out of nowhere, a figure darted by. It happened so fast, but Emo Jesus noticed one crucial detail—the thief had swiped his prized guitar from his back.

His eyes widened, and for the first time in a long while, Emo Jesus felt a rush of adrenaline. "Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me," he muttered before taking off in pursuit.

The minion was fast, but Emo Jesus was fueled by sheer indignation. "Get back here, you little freak!" he shouted, his long coat billowing behind him as he sprinted down the street. The chase went through back alleys, twisting corridors, and into areas of the city he'd never seen before. Emo Jesus cursed under his breath—this was becoming more than he bargained for.

The minion darted into an old, abandoned warehouse, disappearing into the shadows. Emo Jesus followed cautiously, his hand twitching at his side, missing his guitar.

The air was thick with tension as he walked through the dark space. That's when he heard it—a slow, menacing clap. A spotlight flickered on, and in the center of the room, on a throne made of red velvet, sat none other than Mafia Mickey Mouse.

"Well, well, well... look who finally made it," Mickey said, his voice dripping with smugness as he tossed the guitar carelessly to one of his minions. "You've been chasing my guy for a while now, pal."

Emo Jesus, catching his breath, gave an exaggerated eye-roll. "Of course. Mickey Mouse. Because why wouldn't you be involved?" He let out an exasperated sigh. "This is the last thing I needed today."

Mickey stood up, adjusting his suit jacket and flashing a sinister grin. "You're in my world now, kid. And guess what? You're gonna help me."

"With what? Your Disney+ subscription problems?" Emo Jesus quipped, crossing his arms, utterly unimpressed.

Mickey's eyes narrowed, but instead of losing his cool, he chuckled darkly. "No, no, I've got bigger plans. You see, we've got a little... cult thing going on here, and we could use someone with your particular flair for dramatics."

Emo Jesus blinked, trying to stifle a laugh. "You kidnapped me because you want me to join your weird little cult? You've gotta be kidding."

"Kid, you don't have a choice." Mickey snapped his fingers, and suddenly, the room was filled with ominous chanting. His minions surrounded Emo Jesus, who still looked like he couldn't believe this was actually happening.

Emo Jesus sighed again, shaking his head. "I just wanted to buy some cereal and maybe a new set of strings for my guitar. And now I'm dealing with a mouse mafia cult? What a joke."

As if the universe wanted to make things even more absurd, one of Mickey's minions tripped over the guitar stand, causing a loud crash. The chanting paused for a moment, and Mickey groaned, rubbing his temples. "For the love of—can we do anything right around here?"

Emo Jesus smirked. "Yeah, seems like you've got this whole evil mastermind thing down pat. Real professional operation you're running."

The tension in the room grew thick as Mickey's grin faded, and his eyes grew darker. "You'll regret those words soon enough."