Fucked Up Minds

Prolog

"GOD DAMN IT, BRO!!!!" A young genderfluid woman screamed at their friend as they both stood outside the building that their friend have told them to go to. The genderfluid have stood about the height of 5' 2 or 3" as their somewhat short hair was tiredly in a samurai bun with their mask down in front of their face, covering all but his mouth. Their brown hoodie was being blown towards the west of them as it covers his blue plaid shirt. His jeans being more likely skinny jeans for girls but who cares? It's the 21st century! Her shoes were dress shoes. Something that didn't look so well to their choice of wear but it works. He also had a sniper rifle on her back as well as a small duffle bag was attached to his belt. They also had a balisong knife in their back pocket. The other, he probably stood at the same height if not then who knows. He wears a reaper's hoodie with a skeleton mask over his face like that chubby skeleton from an indie game that they both fallen in love for in the year. He had a scythe attached to its containment on their back and a few hand pistols hidden in varies places that not many people knows where. Currently, the skeleton masked man had their hands on the other's shoulder, "You must tell frisk I'm sorry! Apparently, I made fun of her god!" The wolf masked person put their hands on the other's shoulder to the best of their abilities. "Bro, I shall help"

And with that, the genderfluid male turns around and headed straight to the building they were in front of. The evening was giving out a gentle warm breeze as the sky was clear of clouds. The streets were illuminated by cars driving pass and lights that were being radiated out from buildings. The silence was cut off as there was loud music muffled by bricks from the targeted building.

The adult sighs to herself angrily. 'why did I agree to do this?' They thought to themselves as they walked inside the building. 'I could've told him to apologize to this "Frisk" person. But then again, there might be a possible revolution going up against puny.' Upon entering the building, chatter have taken part on destroying the silence that once was present in the wolf masked person. They look around frowning a bit under their mask as they realized they dont know how frisk looked like. Damn if only they knew!!

They look over to their right and saw two girls, one with a braid in her hair, black squared frames around their brown eyes, a beutymark could be seen on the left side of the face with a stripped shirt of blue and purple on. she also had a denim overall on with black boots as her weapon of choice, that the masked person didnt classified yet, was attached to a strap that hangs over her shoulder. The werewolf she was talking to had green and white hair, all in a ponytail and her bangs covering their left eye. Her fur was green with hints of blue and yellow. They had on a sleeveless, white button up with a pale yellow over it and a black bowtie to finish up the uniform.

She walked up to them and cleared their throat. "um hi there," she said, their voice between masculine and feminine as there was a bit of a stutter there in his greeting. Fucking social anxiety. The werewolf coward a bit in fear, "you're a wolf killer?" The werewolf was definitely a girl but the accent wasnt what the masked person thought. They were hispanic. Inside the masked woman's mind, he face palmed himself. He knew that the name he had was cool as fuck but it had given a bad vibe towards werewolfves most of the time. "No," he explains, "I hunt down wolves that are demons."

The werewolf move away from the other, smiling, and held out their hand, "Name's Jay." The masked character looked at Jay cautiously before shaking their hands. "Demon. now um... do you guys know where I can find this... Frisk person? Puny's been wanting to tell them sorry." Jay looked at the other and a smile crossed their faces, showing their bare teeth. "She already accepted his apology." The masked man seems to frown a bit under their mask before nodding, "Okay then. I should probably get going..." "No, stay for a while! it doesn't hurt anybody if they stayed," Jay reasoned as she smiles widely as a bartender gives out a serving of whiskey. Demon looked at the drink, then at the bartender as he mouthed "welcome back" to them as he continues serving up drinks. the masked man sighs a bit went to the glass of whiskey and drank it, accepting the offer of staying.

After what seemed like hours, a group of people has crowded up in a circle. Frisk had apologized to Puny, which to Demon's surprise was the girl with overalls. There, he seems like this was all a dream but it is real, he found his people, his friends that he could depend on for who knows how long. Demon would do anything to keep it this way even if it meant killing people she trusts.

YEAR: 2023

THE HIGHLIFE FALLEN, VISONREAL RISES FOR THE KILL

The president of Highlife has fallen in the leader of Visonreal, Thompson Will, with little to no effort granted. The now gone president, James Kirkland, have left us on a great foot to making this country as great as it was without fear for the worst. let us carry that legacy of greatness onwards [More info on page 3].

YEAR: 2024

NO MORE PARTYING ANYWHERE

Leader Thompson Will had passed a law of no more partying anywhere. Only he could be allowed to party anytime he wishes which isn't much but made the silence seem more dangerous than it was without the loud music blaring in the air. Will, triumphantly stating, "Due to [my reasoning] it was for the best..." [More info on page 3].

YEAR: 2025

REVOLUTION BEGINS

A group of heroes has been spotted around in the recent months, freeing those with the partying spirits in their natural souls. No one knew who they are or how they came to be. is this a new age of those wanting the old way back or are the going to be stopped? Will have proclaimed, "Those who tell me the identity of these barbarians will be rewarded..." [More info on page 3].

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"Why read the newspaper? It doesn't seem important now, Demon." someone said from behind the masked woman. they now wear a black jacket, the collar standing on its own as they had a black plaid shirt on the inside. her pants and shoes were the same as the last, skinny jeans and black sneakers. Demon looked back over to the other. He had on a black, unbuttoned trench coat with a belt around their waist as a katana was in its scabbard that was decorated with cyan flames. His jeans were ripped at the knees but was covering knee paddings. his eyes were a blazing cyan as his hair was a silver color. "Raiden, great historians reads the news and digs deeper into the matter to see if what they say is true. Obviously, this one is half right," they explain to the other. "Yeah well, it isn't going to help us find Reaper, Samu, Space, and everyone else if we just continue reading the news."

"That we don't know yet."

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A/N: HELLO yeah more stories that isn't Hetalia or Homestuck. I'm sorry but hey, you'll never know if there will be! So yes this will be action and a bit romance but don't worry, it will be interesting all the way through. now this is like, what, less than 1320 words? Probably.  Actually one of them is reading this. HEYA UNDERTRASH!!!! DO YOU LIKE IT YET????? probably not. not that great of a writer but not that bad.