Comic Demon (Archive)

Problems

"Uh, Charlie! We have a tiny problem..." I said, looking at the mirror in front of me.

"Woah," she said, walking in.

"Yeah... sorry," I said.

All the colour in the suit had drained into a puddle.

"I don't think I can wear coloured clothes."

"Oh, never mind that," she said. "You have a fight to get to."

I gasped and ran outside.

"Hmmm... if I was looking for a fight, where would I go?" I asked my.

I looked around for a moment. Gunshots could be heard in multiple directions.

"Uh, maybe this way?" I mumbled, following a path of broken eggshells.

"Hey, toots, ya made it!"

"O-oh, hey!" I said.

He shot at a snake for a few seconds and asked me for a distraction.

I jumped across the road to the snake and smiled.

"O.W.O.? What's this?" he asked.

I smirked. He actually spelled it out.

"Hi! My name is Raven," I said, holding my hand out. "What's yours?"

"My name is Sir Pentious," he said, shaking my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too!"

I smiled. If it weren't for the fact that I was supposed to be fighting this guy, I'd say he was pretty nice.

A loud bang shook my out of my thoughts. Angel had a cannon.

"I'm going to blow you to bits!" Sir Pentious yelled.

He grabbed onto my throat and tried using me as a shield, but Angel stopped firing.

"I have your friend, now," he said, tightening his fingers around my throat.

I blushed. There was something about this that made it so...

"Never knew I could like a man with long hair!" I said, laughing.

Angel grabbed onto my arms and pulled me away from him.

"You can't say that! What would Husk think?" he asked.

"He wouldn't care! He doesn't like me!"

I turned around to face Sir Pentious and twisted my arm into a spring-like shape.

"Eat fist, Snek Boi!" I shouted, launching my fist forward and punching him square in the jaw.

After a ton of arguing and trying to murder each other, Sir Pentious finally gave up.

"This was fun. We got so much more than we wanted," Angel said, smiling.

"Definitely have to do it again." I agreed.

I frowned. I felt like someone was watching me. Their gaze felt... familiar.