After searching for what seemed like hours, the dynamic duo had found where the channel resided. They approached the abandoned gas station with extreme caution. "Watch out for booby-traps." Jesus said, excited to raid: shadow legends the ||curse word|| out of this place.
They venture inside, travelling past empty shelves and cash registers. In front of them lay a big vault door, not fitting with the rest of the station. The channel had to be inside.
Jesus rose up in the air, held out his hand, and the metal door began to melt, revealing a pedestal with a gray object on it. They approached tentatively, not sure whether it was safe...
SUDDENLY, AN EXPLOSION RINGS OUT.
Lightning and Jesus are flown back, slamming into the walls of the shop with a thunk. An ominous laugh echoes throughout. The force of the blast knocked out one of Lightning's wingmirrors, leaving his vision impaired.
"Who goes there? W-Who ARE you?" Lightning says, a little oil spilling from his mouth.
"My name... is John K-Pop." The figure says, approaching them. He is shrouded in a thick, writhing mass of blackness that hides his true body.
"Are you the one that... that made the channel... freely distributing nsfw to minors, super against discord regulations?" Jesus asks, seemingly wounded.
John nods. "I guess you're here to slow my roll, huh. Well, it won't be as easy as you think." He snaps his fingers, and 7 more identical clones of John K-Pop form around him.
"We... are John K-Pop and the Hunger."
"And we're here to mess you up."
—END OF CHAPTER 6–
