If You Can't Take My Sass, Fuck Outta Existence

14 | Pirate

Atalanta had no clue why, but the fact that Shizuko stopped laughing didn’t appeal to her. Nothing seemed like it was going the way they had planned, but that’s just how life was. You expect a normal, rocky road that’s potentially lethal; but in reality, it’s always the gullible ones who live the longest because they ignore the fucking poison that’s laced on the golden apple that tempts everyone else. It’s idiotic enough to grab it and take a fucking bite. That’s practically how life itself works.

“You serious?” Shizuko spat. “You really want to get your fucking metal glove shoved up your you-know-what, huh? Do me a favour and go fuck yourself.”

Sky’s breathing fastened. Everyone by the door were so transfixed onto the seemingly fatal conversation that they didn’t notice Sky and Atalanta’s sudden change of behavior. Both girls felt berated. It wasn’t common sight to see such a threat lunge at them like a loose tiger. Sure, Atalanta’s ball-of-powers was knowledgeable. But for Sky’s merged half to be recognized at such an alarming distance? The said girl wasn’t so sure of it. She felt uncomfortable in her own skin, so exposed to the tense air around her.

Death X, however, wasn’t as ignorant as others thought he might be. Having lived for centuries, adapting to an analytical mindset wasn’t as rare as it might seem. In contrast to that, Atalanta wasn’t aware of his awareness of her panicking spirit. If Shizuko didn’t manage to ward Vargoba off… well, let’s hope they can battle and emerge victorious. If not, Atalanta could not imagine the outcome. She wouldn’t mind the term of death being an occurrence to her, but the thought of losing Voicebot… it nagged at her mind like silent termites.

“You’re quite arrogant for a girl,” Vargoba remarked. “Careful, young lady. Your pride will be the ultimate cause of your downfall.”

Shizuko glanced at the overwhelming size of the incoming battleship. In all her years of living, she’d never seen something as enormous as the one that was under his command. Not that she was scared or intimidated by it. The #1 Villain stood, amused. She was actually severely tempted to deface that irregular-sized abomination of his.

Shizuko snorted. “That’s as possible as you getting laid. For a fact, even plastic surgery won’t be able to fix your shitty tiddy sorry-assed face.”

The pirate’s brow furrowed, deepening in distaste at the sassy comment. “This is your final warnin—”

“It’s as finalized as your wrinkled, hideous rotten dick face!” Shizuko vamped at the attacker. “Now, fuck out and off my face and existence before I run out of patience.”

Vargoba growled on the other side of the line and disconnected at the sound of Shizuko’s maniacal declaration. The villain was no longer feeling humorous or gullible. Her snarky expression was quickly replaced by a solemn one.

What can she say? She'd always had a knack for creating enemies. It's a miracle that she was able to survive up until now, despite all her skills and exquisite quirks. The enemies she made could pile up onto a lump of mountain, equal to Mount Everest itself.

The door slid open effortlessly. Atalanta was the first to be by Shizuko’s side. She was the only hero that had experience dealing with villainous individuals and lucky for her, to not get disemboweled before her first attack.

“He’s coming, isn’t he,” Atalanta deduced, clearly finding the situation unfavourable. She internally sighed, wishing for the impossible to happen. Could she, at least, get a whole day of rest and relaxation? She needed a break. She wanted it now. She would be glad if someone kicked her out of this wreckhole and sent her out to Hawaii, in a resort- because that sounded a lot like a heaven in Elysium just right about now.