“It really is funny…” said Eradicator.
“You… You were scouting for me. The Aswangs invaded, and you found it as an opportunity to reach their world…” said Myrmex.
Eradicator sighs, just placing a cigarette in his mouth and not doing anything with it, only allowing it to burn. “Mmmmm… Yes. I killed a lotta guys to get here, Myrmex… I loved killing a lotta guys. Mmm… Yyyyeee-e-essss.”
“Why are you here?” asked Myrmex.
“To destroy this world…” said Eradicator.
“Hey,” said the Reaper. “These guys may not have been cool with us, but we’re not okay with genocide.”
“Oh?” he asked, tilting his head to the right. “Who i-i-is gonna stop me? Mm? I was reprogra-a-ammed into hunting and killing targets for Happy’s. I MUCH enjoy this new jo-o-o-ob… But I love that I had days. Da-a-a-ays… where I felt ali-i-i-ive again. You see, I-I-I-I find the idea of neurotypicals ruling over us absu-u-u-urd. What my master is offe-e-e-erring me is that neurodiveregents can… e-evolve.”
“They tried inva-a-ading you… I… was the founder of the Black Spiral… Many eons ago… Now… I stand before this org… This new fa-aa-action who reminded me who and what I-I-I am. Who we all are. We are… one… Let us evolve together.”
Miguel finally speaks. “Not gonna happen. Hocus pocus, motherfucker.” Miguel charges and blasts flames at Eradicator, who grabs him by the throat and hammers him to the ground.\
“Hoc-c-c-c-us… Pocccucucucucs…” he mocked. “No need to be angry…” he said, choking Miguel.
The Aswangs roar and attack Eradicator, but he just eradicates all of them with his heat blasts.
“For greed. For glory. For grandness.” He spoke as the Reaper knocked him down through his jaw.
“Listen, boss, you’re gonna have to die…” The Reaper releases his hardened bones and tries cutting him down, but Eradicator’s material is much, much harder. “For greed. For glory. FOR GRAND-!!!”
Eradicator is stabbed from the back of his head by Myrmex.
Eradicator shrills and vibrates his throat.
Eradicator carries Miguel. “You could be the first prototype. Oh, how wonderful. MacJovial Canton would be very pleased.”
“The serial killer?” asked Miguel.
“Absurd to call a man who ingeniously provided Human evolution through Praed Shivus a ‘serial killer’.”
“He kills kids since their Souls are pure enough and uses their bodies to create mascot suits.”
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“I didn’t say he wasn’t imperfect,” said Eradicator, crashing Miguel into the ground,
“WHY!?!?” boomed Miguel.
“Heheheheheh… Mutt…”
Myrmex dropkicks him and punches him over and over, grabbing a piece of his tech from his head and tearing it off. “FUCKING… NO ROBO!!!”
Eradicator grabs her from behind and drops her.
The Reaper tackles from the right and tears his chest out. Eradicator beams his skull, melting his bone armor, as Eradicator grabs the Reaper by the neck and slams him to the ground.
“I met you on the ship…” said Eradicator.
“Yeah. You STILL hit like a bitch.”
Eradicator “pants”. He grabs the Reaper and strangles him, cracking his bone armor. “What’s wrong, little turtle? Shell’s getting a little tight? Like a duck in its egg struggling to… break free.”
Myrmex turns to Miguel. “Like I said. YOU ARE NOT giving away our daughter. And our daughter is NOT LOSING her father. Neither me.”
Miguel smiles.
Miguel and Myrmex turn to each other, sighing and nodding, before charging and gracefully moving in such a way that Miguel and Myrmex masterfully knock him down.
Myrmex and Miguel masterfully beat the creature down, knocking Eradicator down over and over.
Eradicator even loses his leg, as he is forced to back away. Miguel and Myrmex then grab and tear him to pieces, masterfully, but Eradicator blasts Miguel away, causing him to crash into the wall.
Myrmex growls and headbutts Eradicator, causing her to stumble backward, so Eradicator leaps up and tries to hammer his head, but Eradicator spin-kicks him.
Miguel and Myrmex are backed into a corner, and that same star-shaped toy fell from his pocket.
“You… You kept my high school gift for you?” she smiled.
Miguel gulps. “You said I gave people hope. I…“
Myrmex tears up and kisses him, but Eradicator just laughs, as Miguel immediately teleports away. No… No, he didn’t. He and Myrmex are moving while everything around them is frozen, including Eradicator.
They moved during frozen time.
Miguel and Myrmex turn to each other romantically as they proceed to tear Eradicator to pieces during stopped time. They began dancing, singing “5 Years Time“ before falling to the ground laughing. They even share a kiss, some selfies while eating Aswang food, partying around, drawing faces on Eradicator’s face, even drawing a dick on his crotch, and even make love right then and there.
They finally finish off and throw Eradicator’s body into space, as they fly down and do it in the air.
Suddenly, Miguel opens his eyes, and he and Myrmex are naked in front of all the Aswangs, and the Reaper.
“Okay! Don’t stop, baby! Baby?” asked Anna, moaning. “What?”
Miguel pulls away from her.
One Aswang takes out a phone and takes a picture of the couple, and the Reaper facepalms.
“Whenever you teleport…” said the Reaper, now sitting before them. “You’re actually NOT teleporting. You’re stopping time for a split second and you create a jumping wormhole that essentially acts as a sort of lift that brings you to another place. Train hard enough and you can do so in other dimensions,” said the Reaper. “And Myrmex, you seem to have the ability to strengthen him with your pheromones and hormones, each releasing when you touch him.”
Miguel and Anna are blushing on the couch before the Reaper,
“I’m glad you two idiots made up. Now, I’m going to bleach my fuckin’ eyes and cry myself to sleep. Christ…” said the Reaper, standing up and leaving, slamming the door.
Miguel turns to Anna. “Wanna watch Superman 3?”
Anna giggles and nods.
That evening, Miguel, Anna, Gabby, and Antlion all watched Superman…
Meanwhile…
MacJovial whistles, grabs the pieces of Eradicator’s body from a nearby asteroid, before whistling and reentering his spaceship, flying off. He sighs, looking outside the window.
Eradicator speaks. “Those two are fu-u-u-ucking disgusting.”
MacJovial merely mutters. “Yeah, well. Serial killers can’t relate. Just be quiet right now.”
“Now, what?“
“I have a plan. There’s… this girl who wants to kill these two weird mercenaries. Maybe she’ll help. They call her ‘Athena’.”
“Why them?”
“That one’s an Aswang,” he smiled, pointing at an image of Dark in a photo with Askal.