The task force owns a club now. NOT an R-Rated one, just a nice little place to chill out at night. It's got blue-ish lights and a band playing smooth jazz. It's kinda quiet. Light is the bartender. A man in a black hoodie sits at the counter.
Light:
What can I get you?Man:
A martini. With an olive in it.Light:
Alright.Light makes him a martini.
Light:
Wait...you look familiar...The man lowers his hood, revealing that he is Sweeney Todd.
Light:
You again? Can't you just leave us alone?Sweeney pulls out a gun and aims it at Light.
Sweeney Todd:
You're gonna keep quiet or I'm gonna blow you full of holes.Light:
Thought you used shaving razors.Sweeney Todd:
Well, times have changed.Light:
...Sweeney Todd:
...Light slams his head into the table.
Light:
I think you better speak to the manager. Lemme get him for you. LUCAS, COME KEEP AN EYE ON THIS ASSHOLE!Light walks away, Lucas takes over. He cracks his knuckles.
Light comes back with Connor, who is in a suit.
Cut to outside of club, and Sweeney having been tossed out the door. Connor walks out and says some stuff. Everytime he starts a new sentence he kicks him.
Connor:
Hey? How ya' doin'? Enjoying it? Hope so!Connor walks back in. He comes back out with everyone else who had to deal with him last time he attacked.
Connor:
You do remember what we said we'd do to you if we ever saw you again, right?Sweeney Todd:
Nope.Connor:
Let's refresh your memory.Everyone beats the crap out of him.
Connor:
Coming back to you?Sweeney Todd spits out some blood and a tooth.
Sweeney Todd:
I think so.Connor:
Good.They continue to beat him. Soon, they leave Sweeney Todd in a puddle of his own blood.
Sweeney Todd:
I really, really have to stop tormenting them.Sweeney Todd spits out some more blood.
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