Do yourself a favor...
Go read "The Four Horseman of the Apocalypse" and/or "Messing with the Supernatural"
This story is more dead than my will to live. But if you're willing to not take the story seriously and read for shits and giggles, this is...
We see our protagonist in his lab working on the Holy Hand Grenade and still making more. Not too far from him laying on the couch unconscious was Asia who got treated for her wounds. A door opened and from it comes Mittelt with a tray in her hands.
Mittelt: Gremory is probably not too happy with you.
Y/n: Don't care. Her fault for agreeing just like that.
Mittelt: Fair enough. Pancakes are ready.
Y/n: Put them on that table, I'll grab them in a second.
Mittelt wanted to protest but knew that Y/n wouldn't change his mind once he is working on his gadgets. She sighs and does as she was told.
Y/n: And... DONE! Guess what, Mit-Mit?
Mittelt: I'll take a wild guess and say that you finished working on the grenades.
Y/n: Yup, but here is the thing. Gold is the most powerful, silver second, while this brown boi is third. It's easier to make the third one of course, but not as powerful as these. But, they sure will be useful in case of bats.
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Y/n: Now onto the grappling hook. And *chef's kiss* BEAUTY!
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