7 Days of the Week

Thursday - The Fourth Wall is a Lie - CoLu

Dragged out to a goth emo club by Midnight, Cobra is ready to curl up in a ball and die amongst the sea of dead souls. That is until he finds out his Sunshine is actually here and all the delicious sexy crazy fun that her fine ass self is.

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One of these days, one of these days Cobra was going to murder the fuck out of Midnight. Er, Macbeth, no, Midnight; Christ guy pick a fucking name.

Here he stood in some kind of fucked up emo goth bar thing. The kind that plays the Cure and people's souls all quote Sylvia Plath. Wondering when the hell his life got so weird. That's right, his life was now officially weird. Which was an improvement to just being fucked, it's now weird.

Strangely though some of the weirdness was pretty awesome. By pretty awesome he meant Sunshine, also known as bright spot of his blackened soul. Most people called her Lucy Heartfilia, the ever-loving Light of Fairy Tail. Which was easy to understand, her soul was like a galaxy of light and a shit ton of angel choir songs. If only he could record that shit, he'd be able to sell it as relaxation music and make a fortune in zero point two days.

So, he didn't have the greatest history with her and it would be awkward to have to explain to people how they met. I was part of the group that tortured, kidnapped and tried to sacrifice her to a giant clock. It's okay we're good now. Yeah, that was a fantastic story to tell. Then again Sunshine in her twisted world would probably brag about that.

Hang on a second.

That sound.

What the fucking hell?

Why is she here?

Erik scanned the crowd from the second floor, looking out over the sea of slowly moving people. Which all looked alike. Just how many shades and hues of black was there? Can't someone be a little more original? Does not compute.

He took a sip of the drain cleaner and tried to focus in on the angelic choir sound he was hearing. That wasn't working so he sniffed the air. Aha! Like a good little blood hound (yes, he'd like a treat now fuck you very much) he started to follow it.

Down the stairs.

To the right.

Back corner.

Over the river and through the woods to Sunshine's twat we go.

"Oh, thank you god!" Sunshine beamed at him. Finally, something that isn't goth, emo yeah, a little but he's crazy and I mother fucking need that shit. His cock wouldn't be a bad addition to the party either.

Cobra had to seriously put a clamp down over his mouth to not spray drain cleaner on her. Holy shit she wants my cock? Okay, calm down you shit bag.

"God, works for me. You may proceed mortal." He waved his hand beckoning his new worshipper to continue.

"If you're God, we are all so fucked." Sunshine tipped her glass at him. Damn that woman had a wicked gleam in her eye. At this point he decided it's a good idea to make himself comfortable. Why the fuck not?

He pulled up a chair in front of her table so he could watch her. Because who wouldn't want to watch the most beautiful tits in all of Fiore? Honestly, the size of her chest was the eighth wonder of the world. Motor boating would be the most fan-fucking-tastic experience, ever.

He took in her outfit for a second and noticed just how messed up it was. Like in a good fun sexy messed up way. It suited the conversation. Chick looked like one of those priests, you know the ones that had the collars and wore black and molested altar boys. Yeah, those guys.