Inglorious Impostor Presents: The Astonisher's Return

Revival

Meanwhile, in Darking, Liberty City...

"Donald, sit down. We need to have little talk. You provide me with little snippets of info from the gang, that's not enough. So you either get your head in the game or I execute you. Simple as that. Here [slides a brown paper bag across the table], I want you to open it up and follow the instructions after I leave." The mysterious man exits the grill, leaving only Trump and the bill alone.

Donald crinkled open the bag and checked to see what was inside. "Go home and look for a sugar cube on your coffee table." Donald did what the note said and exits the restaurant, driving in a pickup truck to his house. After he arrived, he started to have frightening yet unrealistic flashbacks. Running his hand through his hair, he opens the door and goes into the living room, where the coffee table was located at. He then sees another note, saying to look to the right and eat the cube. At first, he doesn't see the cube due to the dampness of his apartment but, when a glistening ray of sunlight hit the cube, it automatically reflected its light, thus making it visible. Following the given directions, Trump pops the cube into his mouth and swallowed it.

"W-what's happening?" His surroundings start to distort and he started to scratch his skin with intensity. The scratching then turns into peeling. Cupping his face he hears someone faintly yet calmly and monstrously saying "Turn around." Shaking with fear, he slowly turns around. "AHHHH! MAKE IT STOP!!!! [sobbing]" He quickly backed away, falling to the ground and crashing right into his TV, his hands gushing large quantities of but his own blood. Then, what appeared to be the vile creature that Trump saw, walked towards him, lifted him up off the ground. Screaming and his eyes dilating, the figure lifting him off the ground says, "Don't be frightened, it's just the hallucinogens kicking in. Your thrusting around is pointless. All you can do now is simply act more absurd. Your foolish philosophy of kicking certain races out thinking that that's the way to preserve what's left of America or so you claim. You brought this on yourself, this is the only effective way."

The vague figure dropped Trump onto the ground with a loud thud and he cowers into a corner, continuing to scream. What appears to be Trump's last moments, he could blearily see the mysterious person pouring gasoline over the entire room, planning to torch it. Then, the 'creature' puts his foot on Trump's chest and pours gasoline into his mouth, writhing and screaming with excruciating pain. "Now you'll see why they call me... The Rig." He then torches the entire place, leaving none other than Trump, who's practically deceased after the frequent screams and hallucinogenic effects.