Darkness Retribution

Ugh He Is Back

As everyone finished their breakfast, the room buzzed with light conversation and laughter. Freddy, true to form, was stacking pancakes into what could only be described as a carbohydrate tower. "Guys, look!" he grinned. "World's tallest pancake! Who's hungry for history?"

Felix chuckled, leaning into you as he sipped his coffee. "He's going to knock it over in three seconds, tops."

"Bet?" you teased, nudging him.

Before Freddy could test the structural integrity of his creation, the room was interrupted by three thunderous knocks at the front door. The sound echoed unnaturally, as if it came from within the very walls. The room fell silent, the lighthearted mood evaporating in an instant.

Felix stiffened. His hand tightened around his mug, knuckles whitening. "Stay here," he said quietly, the warmth in his voice replaced by an edge you rarely heard.

Mafia Mickey Mouse adjusted his tie, pulling his signature cheese knife from his pocket. "Let me guess—trouble?"

Felix shot him a grim look as he headed for the door. Mickey followed without hesitation, the rest of the group exchanging wary glances. Even Neuvillette, who had remained stoic throughout breakfast, set his glass down with a deliberate calm that spoke volumes.

Felix hesitated before opening the door. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, before pulling it open just enough to peer outside.

Standing there, illuminated by the morning light, was a figure that should not have been able to exist. Demon JYP, with his perfectly tailored suit and unnervingly sharp features, looked every bit the menacing entity he was. His eyes burned with a golden glow, his smile too wide to be human.

"Felix," Demon JYP purred, his voice dripping with false charm. "It's been a while."

Felix stepped back instinctively, but JYP strode into the house uninvited, his aura commanding the space. The air seemed heavier, colder, and even Freddy's pancake tower swayed ominously. Mickey raised his cheese knife, ready for action, but JYP waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, relax, rodent. I'm not here to start a fight. Not yet."

"You shouldn't be here at all," Felix snapped, his voice hard but betraying a flicker of fear.

JYP's golden eyes narrowed, his smile faltering just enough to reveal the malice underneath. "You don't get to decide that, Felix. You owe me."

Freddy, never one to read a tense room properly, muttered, "Geez, what's with all the ominous 'you owe me' stuff lately? Did Felix take out a loan from literally every villain in the multiverse?"

JYP turned his gaze to Freddy, his smile returning as he chuckled softly. "Ah, the clown of the group. How quaint." He stepped closer to Felix, ignoring the rest of the team entirely. "You know why I'm here."

Felix's hands balled into fists. "I already told you. I'm done. I'm not part of your sick plans anymore."

JYP tilted his head, almost pityingly. "Done? You think walking away erases what you owe me? Sweet boy, you signed your soul away the moment you stepped into my studio."

"Studio?" you whispered, looking to Mickey for explanation.

Mickey shook his head, the smug expression never leaving his face. "We know who he is. That's Demon JYP, the guy who makes people sell their souls for fame. He's a real piece of work."

"Yeah, but remember what happened last time?" Freddy added with a mischievous grin. "He got all shady business on us, and we basically laughed him out of the room."

Emo Jesus, who had been quietly strumming his guitar in the corner, chimed in with his usual brooding flair, "I don't know why you guys are acting all scared. Last time, we made him cry. Like, literal tears. You remember, right?"

Neuvillette, who had been quietly watching the exchange, raised an eyebrow. "I believe it's safe to say that JYP is... not well-liked in this group."

Toe Pedeos, who had been quietly observing the situation while sipping a strange, bubbling drink, finally spoke up. "I think it's hilarious how he keeps coming back, like he forgot who we're dealing with. Last time, I stole his hat. I don't think he's ever recovered."

Felix's lips twitched into a slight smile, though the tension still lingered. "You guys are right. He's all talk, but he doesn't know what he's up against. I just... I don't want any of you to get hurt."

"Felix, you underestimate us," Mickey said, cracking his knuckles. "We've dealt with far worse than him."

JYP, who had been silently watching the banter unfold, suddenly let out a chuckle, the sound sending a chill through the room. "I see you're all still the same. But I'm not here for banter or for jokes. You're running out of time, Felix."

He turned to leave, the golden glow of his eyes dimming slightly. "You have three days. If you don't pay up, I will make sure that everything you care about crumbles. And I won't knock next time."

The air felt suffocating as the door slammed shut behind him, leaving only the echo of his warning.

Freddy, ever the optimist, immediately slapped Felix on the back. "That guy's got nothing on us! We'll just prank him again like we did last time, right?"

Emo Jesus strummed his guitar dramatically. "I've got a killer riff ready to break him. I'll write a song about it."

Toe Pedeos casually tossed a tiny sticky note in the air, which floated down onto the floor, covered in random doodles. "I'll start working on my next masterpiece. You know, just in case we need backup."

Neuvillette, who had been calm throughout the exchange, finally let out a deep sigh, turning to Felix. "I suggest you be more cautious this time. Demon JYP doesn't take kindly to being mocked."

Felix, though clearly worried, met Neuvillette's gaze with a determined look. "We've beaten him before, and we'll do it again. Together."

With that, the team gathered around, ready to strategize how they would face their next challenge: a dangerous enemy they knew all too well—and weren't about to back down from.