Cutting the Cards: Ace of Spades X Scissorman Crossover (Collab)

Chapter 1: Intersected Fates

The Green-Haired boy sat down on his desk, playing with a little figurine as he muttered an in cohesive ancient language to himself.

Fern Cloverleif, a young prodigy turned bad at the age of 14. When he had run away from his high-school in order to advance his newfound knowledge of the dark arts. His dark-olive cloak mirrored his olive eyes as he sighed and strode over to a minion of his, a supposed replicant of a human, it acts like a human. But obeys every single order of Fern's command. A Perfect army, for the perfect Necromancer.

Fern: Remnant... such a boring place... don't you agree?

Minion: Hm? Oh, yes sir. I'd rather adhere to your knowledge myself.

The minion responded nonchalantly. Fern walked back to the desk and crossed his arms in disappointment and defeat, not for himself, but for the world around him.

Minion: What would you find boring about it my liege?

Fern: There's no conflict! At least no conflict that doesn't relate to the Grimm. Grimm, the overplayed, over grossed, faceless villain in an otherwise dead franchise of a movie.

Minion: Where are you going with this my liege?

The minion curiously asked, Fern didn't have an answer to give, he was trying to find an answer to give. But he didn't seem to have it in him, the minion was disheartened by his master's melancholy feel.

Fern: Would it be so much to ask?... As to have something else other than the Grimm here?... Something to make this world a little bit more... interesting.

Fern then had an idea. His face lit up like the lightbulb that formulated within his head. He rushed past the now frightened minion as he dashed to a small bookcase containing somewhat black magic.

Fern: May I not regret this day... The day that I bring necessary chaos amongst this world.

Minion 2: Master! My liege! What do you think you're doing?

Fern: I'm summoning, what does it look like?

The young prodigy responded with a venomous tone in his voice, the minion stepped down and allowed his master to carry out what he wanted. The boy opened up to a page containing what he needed for the summoning.

Fern: I shall summon two beings of great maliciousness to this dimension, in order to make Remnant a better world.

Fern chanted to himself, almost giving a little pat on the back for it.

He slowly began chanting, raising his hand above his head as his eyes began to glimmer an awful green. The magic growing more powerful by the second. Fern sought to use this to bring interesting entities to Remnant. Two of them, actually, two times the charm.

Fern: *random Latin/Hindu/Arabic stuff*

Once the illuminating ball in his hand grew as big as it could, Fern clenched his fist, releasing a lime-coloured shockwave that originated within his hidden fortress in the high mountains of Remnant, circling the entire planet.

Fern: I-I think it worked.

Minion: Is there any way to believe it worked my lord?

The first minion asked curiously, Fern shook his head slowly.

Fern: It is not in my power to know where these two new beings are, and I cannot interconnect my mind into theirs as they are not of this world. The only option now is to be patient and wait, or perhaps speed it up a little by sending some of our men out to search for these two.

Minion; It will be done... Oum knows what evil my liege has released unto this land.

Junior's Bar

Dancers screamed an ran out of the bar as a gigantic portal formed in the dance floor, Junior swore as he and his men stepped towards it to investigate, though when the portal shut, it left rubble smouldering the area. Junior grabbed an SMG as his Henchmen grabbed their respective weapons, surrounding the portal.

Junior: I-Is someone there?

Henchman: I-I think I see someone in the rubble!... It's a boy!

Everyone either clicked their guns on or stepped closer to investigate...

Junior: Step out now! And maybe I won't hammer your face in with my own bare fists.

That was when Junior got a bone-chilling response from the individual within the smoking rubble.

???: Of course Junior, it would be apparent that you need to indeed HIT me in order to make your little dream come true...

The young male responded snarkingly.

An extremely sharp Ace of Spades card was flung out of the rubble, implanting itself in Junior's head. His eyes rolled into his head as his Henchmen screamed and ran from the situation, seeing their boss dead almost immediately shellshocked them into fleeing.

The Ace of Spades stepped out of the rubble, dismissively dusting off his black hoodie. Spitting on Junior's corpse in ultimate disgust.

Ace: Kill the Shepard, and the sheep scatter. Hmph, typical of cannon fodder.

Meanwhile...

In a forest, smouldering Grimm corpses lay on the ground. Slashed apart by what you could say was an animal of sorts. Their heads decapitated by multiple stabs and slits, one Grimm whimpering as it's maker stepped closer and closer to it.

The sight of it's dead pack, it's friends and family got it beating it's almost dead heart in fear, trying to make it to the treeline where the vegetation were not violently cut down by what exactly had caused this travesty in the first place.

It could hide... at least postpone it's gruesome fate!

Alas it was denied...

It's back was forced to the ground by a combat boot, while the individual owning that boot cackled maniacally. As he plunged his small, sharp pair of scissors into the Beowolf's right shoulder over and over and over again. It's blood leaking out as it effortfully tried to squirm away.

The voices in his head urging him to go on.

KILL KILL!

Bash it's head in like a fucking watermelon!

Knaw off it's dones next! I'd LOOOOVE to see what they taste like.

We're in his head you dumbass, you can't eat, taste... and... did you just mispell bones! How do you do that! How does this even make sense!!?

After this maybe we can get some Dim Sum...

The young frenzied boy finally stopped his outburst, panting with effort as he left the scissors implanted in the Grimm's motionless corpse, it's withering brought satisfaction to him, as he soaked in the Remnantian sunlight...

Scissorman: Sh-SHUT UP! I-it's plaaaaaaying again... I-it's moving... IT'S MOVING! IT'S MOVING! IT'S MOVING!

The boy screamed again, laughing and stabbing relentlessly into the ground again and again, where the Grimm's dead husk once was, only digging a hole into the ground as he blunted his scissors more and more due to his repeated actions.

A/N: My first crossover story, done with help and collaboration with my fellow author and friend BeautifulNarcissist . I hope you enjoy this little crossing of worlds. Thanks to him for helping me with the plot, and making the Scissorman so he could be in this story.