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𝐝𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲
CW: Implications of blood and death, kinda creepy too
Nikodem Wrona
Twenty-one voices overlap each other, whispering in frantic echoes. In a trance-like state, the Bone Witch passes a blood dipped hand over the hand bones of their ancestor. Burnished with ancient metahuman runes and stained pink with countless coats of thick red. The Witch's hand stings suddenly and the bones begin to scream.
“This one! Here!” the bones shout in a cacophony of high pitched, warbling voices. Cold blue eyes, the shade of raw chalcedony, flutter open in narrowed slats.
“Hush,” the Witch commands. A blanket of silence settles abruptly over the bones. A slow hand reaches for the bone that shakes, leaning forward from his position outside the scrying circle. As crimson fingers make contact with the bone, the excited vibrations cease and images radiate up the Witch's arm and into his waiting mind.
“Look at the Viper,” the voices speak in unsettling unison. “The last thing he sees. The Viper's teeth.”
“I do not wish to see it,” He demands the bones to move along. “Show me what I want to know.”
“The Judas, show the Judas. Show the Judas!” The voices scream, the Witch grits their teeth against the onslaught of demands. The bone his fingers touch begins to shake.
“Enough! Show me the Judas,” the witch demands softly of the bone. It relents, sending more images up the arm and to the brain.
He sees through the man's eyes. It is a vision of who his accomplice is. What the witch sees makes him sigh. They know him. They were acquainted with him. They suspected but now they know. They will remember.
“Show me the contract,” the witch says, watching through Judas’ eyes as he looks on at a simple set of papers. What a measly contract for someone who works at a law firm.
“No,” the one voice says quickly before the cacophony of screaming sounds again.
“Feed us,” the bones are wailing in their whispering high pitched screams. “FEED US.”
Their demands are met, viscous red slipping from a small glass jar. The bones are greedy, demanding. They caterwaul like cats in their otherworldly voices, each clamoring over the voice before. They quiet slowly as they're bathed in scarlet.
The Witch reaches for the bone again, growing weary of them.
“Now let me see the contract,” the Witch urges impatiently. Finally, they are allowed the image of the man peering over the contract. Ah. A name.
The Witch sighs in exhaustion, thanking the bones before he breaks the circle and steps away. He will let the bones be happy for a time before he cleans them.
The Witch stands, washing up before pulling stained hands into silky black gloves. Julian will want to hear what he's found.
Nikodem Wrona
Twenty-one voices overlap each other, whispering in frantic echoes. In a trance-like state, the Bone Witch passes a blood dipped hand over the hand bones of their ancestor. Burnished with ancient metahuman runes and stained pink with countless coats of thick red. The Witch's hand stings suddenly and the bones begin to scream.
“This one! Here!” the bones shout in a cacophony of high pitched, warbling voices. Cold blue eyes, the shade of raw chalcedony, flutter open in narrowed slats.
“Hush,” the Witch commands. A blanket of silence settles abruptly over the bones. A slow hand reaches for the bone that shakes, leaning forward from his position outside the scrying circle. As crimson fingers make contact with the bone, the excited vibrations cease and images radiate up the Witch's arm and into his waiting mind.
“Look at the Viper,” the voices speak in unsettling unison. “The last thing he sees. The Viper's teeth.”
“I do not wish to see it,” He demands the bones to move along. “Show me what I want to know.”
“The Judas, show the Judas. Show the Judas!” The voices scream, the Witch grits their teeth against the onslaught of demands. The bone his fingers touch begins to shake.
“Enough! Show me the Judas,” the witch demands softly of the bone. It relents, sending more images up the arm and to the brain.
He sees through the man's eyes. It is a vision of who his accomplice is. What the witch sees makes him sigh. They know him. They were acquainted with him. They suspected but now they know. They will remember.
“Show me the contract,” the witch says, watching through Judas’ eyes as he looks on at a simple set of papers. What a measly contract for someone who works at a law firm.
“No,” the one voice says quickly before the cacophony of screaming sounds again.
“Feed us,” the bones are wailing in their whispering high pitched screams. “FEED US.”
Their demands are met, viscous red slipping from a small glass jar. The bones are greedy, demanding. They caterwaul like cats in their otherworldly voices, each clamoring over the voice before. They quiet slowly as they're bathed in scarlet.
The Witch reaches for the bone again, growing weary of them.
“Now let me see the contract,” the Witch urges impatiently. Finally, they are allowed the image of the man peering over the contract. Ah. A name.
The Witch sighs in exhaustion, thanking the bones before he breaks the circle and steps away. He will let the bones be happy for a time before he cleans them.
The Witch stands, washing up before pulling stained hands into silky black gloves. Julian will want to hear what he's found.
Steve Jobs
Died of ligma
— PARODY VS SILK !
in collaboration with
Auda
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in collaboration with
Auda
.code by @leviathan.
01. SILK
“Thank you for your donation benedict e.e.cummings for your donation! Are you related to Juice? Well first of all, just because I’m part Korean and have blonde hair, that doesn’t mean we’re related. Second of all, I came first. I was the blueprint of fuckin’...mutant streamers. 2014. That’s nine years on YouTube, three of which were on Demise. No one was doing it like me back then.”
Ann furrowed her brow and leaned back in her seat.
Maybe she should’ve dyed her hair blue last week. The next question rolled in, by one KappaKnight40. “Are you related to Parody?”
Is this really going to be tonight's theme? Are we really doing this? “No chat, I’m not related to him either.” She let out a huff as the queue finally popped for her game. It had been three weeks since her last bout of villainy and two weeks since she released something other than pithy stream highlights.
“Oh! Finally chat, a question that matters. What’s your plan going in the fight between you and your bro-Parody.” She pressed her lips, barely suppressing a snort
Okay, maybe the third time’s the charm.
“Nice try Parody, but I’m not giving up my secrets so easily.” She shot the camera a wink. “But since you’re here. Chat, what should my victory pose be?”
A: Pumping your fist!
B: Middle fingers up!
C: Teabag him!
The poll she set up lit with votes, fluctuating evenly between the three until the tackiest option came out supreme. The fight had been brewing for weeks, teased through subtweets, photos of herself at the gym and even a billboard she graffitied with “Winner, winner, chicken dinner.” She also lobbied the tag “#StringHimUp” but ultimately deemed it inappropriate and instead, settled on #StringSquad.
CHOOSE YOUR HERO!
Oh right, she was still playing a game. Much to her fans’ delight she locked in a rather interesting character if only because Ann refused to play him out of principle.
KappaKnight39: You fell off! OMEGALUL #PurelyParody
KappaKnight39: You fell off! OMEGALUL #PurelyParody
KappaKnight39: You fell off! OMEGALUL #PurelyParody
KappaKnight39: You fell off! OMEGALUL #PurelyParody
KappaKnight39: You fell off! OMEGALUL #PurelyParody
KappaKnight39: You fell off! OMEGALUL #PurelyParody
She eyed the chat before breaking out in laughter. “Seriously Parody? This is the best you can do?” The ban hammer came swiftly but so did dozens of other accounts, something she could only assume was the product of either his fan base or some shit stirring troll.
READY? FIGHT!
Shit, they’d already started and Ann was woefully underprepared. Glancing at her chat, the number only grew as she got into position. For each user that one of her mods banned another popped up, until her other monitor was nothing but shit.
“Sorry to do this to you guys, but mods please put this chat in sub only mode.” She sighed, her face exasperated and apologetic. “It’s just so hard to play when you’re getting spammed by one of your own team members.”
02. PARODY
Karl has barely begun his stream and he was already bombarded with donations and subscriptions. He didn’t have to wonder for too long why his viewers were being too generous as each message was about his upcoming fight with Silk. Karl guessed he shouldn’t be too surprised. Both him and Ann have been teasing it for weeks now and the day was nearly approaching.
“You guys need to let me breathe! I can’t even read your messages because a new one will just replace it immediately. At this point the entire stream will just be me going through them all.” Karl laughed, clearly not minding the influx of subscriptions he’s receiving.
“Also, what’s with all these donations mentioning String Theory?! I just started and you guys are already bringing my mood down~” He pouted. “Now I don’t feel like streaming anymore,” Karl let out a deep sigh, “guess there will be no stream today.”
‘Noooooo’
‘He’s obviously joking LMAO’
‘We’re sorry Orz’
“Hmmm… I guess a Hype train will help cheer me up~”
ParodysFootstool has gifted 25 subscriptions to the channel!
Dicksoutfordemise subscribed at Tier 3! They subscribed for 9 months, currently on a 9 month streak!
A hype train has started! Sub, Gift, or use Bits to get to the next level.
Karl covered his mouth with his hand, obviously pretending to be shocked. “I was just joking! You guys didn’t need to do all that.” Acting wasn’t his strongest suit and it showed. “But still, thank you for all your kind donations!”
‘What a bunch of simps’
‘Anything for u king’
‘< 3333’
“So for today’s stream, we’re gonna talk about my previous battle with ‘Nitro’! You guys have probably never heard of him before but he’s an upcoming vigilante and I have to be honest, he gave me a hard time.”
‘String Theory is talking shit about you LMAO’
“I mean what else can she do but talk about me? It’s the only way she’ll be relevant anyways.” Karl scoffed at the off-hand comment.
‘She made a poll for a pose when she beats your ass’
“When?! Brave of her to assume she’ll even land a hit on me!”
‘#StringSquad’
“Mods, someone’s asking for a ban~”
‘There’s a fight happening?!’
“Well someone has been living under a rock. Remember to type ‘Exclamation point Battle’ for more details”
Karl—well, it’s Parody now that he was live—leaned back in his chair, eyes creased with mischief as he stared directly at his camera. The chat on his second monitor was scrolling faster than he could read thanks to the constant flood of emotes from his fans. The only thing he could discern from the waves of nonsense was the occasional ‘#PurelyParody’ and ‘#StringSquad’ amidst the chaos.
“Alright, everyone,” Parody’s voice mirrored the mirth on his face, “since String Theory can’t keep my name off her mouth, why don’t we go ahead and give her a visit?” He closed the video and put up the ‘Ending Soon’ screen on his stream. “There goes my plan for today’s stream. Guess there’s no point since all of you are worked up and itching for some action.”
Parody didn’t check his viewer’s response or even bothered in making a poll as he’s sure it’ll be a resounding yes. They all live for the drama, him included, after all. With that being said, he quickly opened Ann’s channel—don’t ask why it was bookmarked—and quickly navigated through his dashboard before clicking the raid option. A notification popped up in his stream, indicating that the raid will begin in 30 seconds.
“That should do it! Now everyone, just a reminder to be respectful and follow TOS.” Parody’s voice was laced with sarcasm. “Also one of the mods has pinned a cute little message for String Theory. Make sure to copy it and greet her once the raid starts~”
The raid has begun. Changing channels shortly.
This should be fun.
03. ANN AKIMIYA
5/12/16 and +2 Rank Points, oh she was going to crack his skull. What ought to have been a chill, promotional stream spiraled into a five game loss streak, no, a learning experience for herself and her viewers. “Well we can’t end on a loss” became her mantra as she careened off the face of the earth, finally ending with outstretched arms and an exaggerated yawn.
“Thank you to all you lovely viewers. Remember to check out our fight tomorrow night and subscribe. I stream every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday at 8PM!”
There was no need to go raid for raid or even address Karl’s mean spirited behavior. She was the bigger person, the more mature streamer of the two.
Oh who was she kidding? Of course she wasn’t the bigger person–she barely reached his neck!
Scrolling through the chat, the bulk of it consisted of the same “You fell off”, “Dog champ”, and “#PurelyParody” shlock copy and pasted from his channel (she was nosy, what did you expect?).
However, there was always at least one gold nugget sifted from the dirt.
@StringTheory
1m .@Parody Some fanbase you got here tw: sexism
And tweet. With popular creators it was hard to tell whether it was a legitimate fan or a set up account but given her own fan base’s…enthusiasm it wouldn’t be long before they dug up something else.
She put her phone down and stared at the calendar hanging on the wall. It felt like only yesterday that they discussed next year’s (tomorrow’s) venue, the terms, and the sponsors subsidizing their fake beef. The match was burned in red sharpie and surrounded by black ink crossing off noteworthy events. Unlike last year, she actually trained and reflected on his skills as a villain. Begrudgingly, she even watched some of his videos on an alt account (ad block on obviously). She couldn’t stand to lose another match to him, especially when last year’s punishment had been so…ugh she didn’t even dare speak it. She couldn’t fathom what he would ask for this year.
The year she won, she forced him to get her name tattooed and streamed the whole, painful process (because he so wisely chose his foot). She couldn’t repeat the punishment, but she also hesitated to choose anything that crossed into cruelty. It had to be funny, novel, and a good time for all (except maybe Karl).
Her eyes moved to the framed poster on her wall (memento of her debut) before a grin crossed her lips.
04. KARL EVANS
Karl was having the time of his life. He eagerly watched Ann try to keep her composure while his viewers spammed her chat. She quickly fixed it by enabling sub only mode, but he’ll also take credit for the loss streak she just had. It was a great appetizer for the fight tomorrow. If things were in his favor, the loss streak will affect her and maybe he’ll snatch the win like he did in the previous year. Perhaps he’s getting too ahead of himself but he was already thinking of a punishment to give Ann. His previous one of changing the bio on all of her socials so the link will be directed to his account was fun, but it wasn’t as impactful as he hoped. Though he did get an influx of followers right after.
Once Ann’s stream ended, Karl was about to message her regarding the venue for tomorrow when he was greeted by a wave of notifications. It was nothing new, it was even expected to be honest, but when he opened one of them the content of the tweet made his head throb in annoyance. He couldn’t handle another ‘cancellation’, especially so close to their fight tomorrow. Instead of retaliating and escalating like what he’d usually do, Karl instead opened up his drafts and scrolled until he found a fitting ‘apology’ tweet.
No. Too sincere.
Too wordy.
Why do I even have that in my drafts?
Oh that tweet is funny. I’ll post it later.
Pretty sure this one was made with AI
Ah! Perfect.
Without much thought, Karl opened the draft and edited out some key information to make it relevant. Something about he didn’t stand for what happened and how he’s not a reflection of his viewers and how he’ll do better. Blah blah blah. He didn’t bother to check for typos, it probably made it more sincere and notably, there wasn’t an apology directed to Ann. He might give her this small victory but that’s it. Karl could already see the drama youtubers going in on their little interaction and the humorous title they’ll name their videos. ‘Team Demise, not a team at all?!’, or maybe even ‘Has Parody gone too far?’. Whatever it was, he’s sure it’ll be irrelevant the following week. Probably replaced by another headline.
With the tweet sent, Karl turned off his phone and tossed it to the side. Guess he’ll figure out tomorrow if it was effective or if he had to make another one—or worse, an apology video. He won’t let Ann ruin the rest of his day however. He needed his beauty sleep to look his best for tomorrow’s fight. Karl couldn’t wait for Ann and the rest of Sentinel City to see his trump card.
I wonder what I’ll wear though.
05. ANN AKIMIYA
When morning came the sun shone, the birds sang, and the flowers bloomed–yet the first thing Ann did was check her phone.
From: Ichabod Bouziane
To: You
8:00 am Looks like your tweet left the target audience.
From: Jouga Jonouchi
To: You
6:30 am Please, don’t do anything dumb. We don’t need this overshadowing the fight.
Yes, even without any other messages between them, the (partially manufactured) beef into the trending tab, nearly edging out the actual #ParodyvsSilk and #WhoWillWin tags.
She let out a raspberry and sent a dejected “okay” to her manager before rolling out of bed. Tooth brush, tooth paste, floss tongue scraper, cleanser, toner, serum, moisturizer, sunscreen. Two years ago it would have been torture but coupled with a long shower, it was an act of meditation. Save for the days she filmed a GRWM or stayed with a friend, her skincare routine–ritual was one of the few time slots spent by herself, focused solely on herself.
She would have loved to continue her foray into self-care, but she had bills to pay.
@StringTheory
1m GRWM before the fight via IG Live! Tell your friends. Tell your family. Cause we’ll be winning! #StringSquad #ParodyvsSilk #WhoWillWin
Ann affixed her mount to the bathroom mirror, testing it with a few tugs before setting her phone down and hitting the button to go live.
“Good morning everyone! Are we ready to fight? No, well that’s fine. Let’s get ready together~”
Compared to her skincare routine, her makeup regime was much simpler with a focus on a few big steps rather than her nightly checklist.
“So I first came to The Enrichment Center when I was around five years old because my powers came in early and apparently I was ‘too dangerous’ which was crazy because my dad could literally suppress powers. But whatever.”
She waved a tube of concealer in front of the camera before dabbing three drops beneath each eye.
“Around year…three I see this weird kid almost the same age as me blabbering about how much he hated the place. He even set fire to the teacher’s–well, the babysitter's pants using the guy’s own power.”
“Do I still talk to him?”
Her eyes flickered to a text notification before she took a tissue and wiped the edge of her eyeliner.
“The last I checked, he was still bullying other mutants.” Ann finished the look with a cherry-scented setting spray and an air kiss, reminding everyone to tune into the fight.
With her stream over, she sent a mass text to everyone in her contacts, politely requesting that they attend the big match. Due to the timing there was a low chance of everyone attending; however, a stream was just as good as attendance in her eyes.
That being said, Lucian would require a more personal message if she wanted him there.
To: Lucian (Luc on Tuesdays)
10:44am Come to the match or I'm never speaking to you again!
10:44am But if you can’t, you owe me a celebratory dinner!
Before she entered her closet however, she made time for one last message:
To: Carl (don’t pick up)
10:45am If you’re gonna stalk me, at least send some flowers.
06. KARL EVANS
The day has finally come. Their fight has already made headlines and it hasn’t even started. The entirety of Sentinel city was eagerly waiting for the clock to hit noon. Some clutched their respective merch in anticipation, while others were putting in their final bets on a sketchy website—Demise had nothing to do with it, or so they’ll say when confronted. While the world waited with bated breath, Karl in the meantime, was making his breakfast.
He took out a meal kit from the fridge—thanks to greenchef for today’s sponsor—before putting it in the microwave. While waiting for the food to heat up, he went ahead and checked on his twitter feed to check if the ‘drama’ had died down or if he needed to contact Casper for help—though he’s not sure if the guy’s help will do much. Thankfully, he wasn’t fully cancelled and he didn’t need to set up a camera in his living room for an impromptu apology video. The tweet did attract some randos outside their circle but their opinions didn’t matter anyways. The loud ‘DING’ of the microwave steered his attention away from his phone and he had a quick breakfast before moving on to prepare for his upcoming fight.
Karl grabbed a random shirt from his closet before booting up his PC to open a video compilation he made of Silk and her previous battles. He had been doing the same thing every day since they had decided on the date of this year’s fight. If Ann found out he spent this much time watching her, she wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. With one final recap, Karl focused his attention on the weathered shirt on his lap. It always felt weird using a new power for the first time. Almost like an extra limb with pins and needles, waiting for his body to get used to the new addition.
Still, he wouldn’t be in Team Demise if he couldn’t adapt quickly. Without much surprise the shirt on his lap began to tear itself apart to become a new form that Karl envisioned. He’d admit that it was crude, nothing like how Ann uses it in the videos he watched. Still, a small victory was still a victory. He spent more time practicing, making it as thin or as thick as he could, experimenting on how much he could push it in length before it starts to tear apart. Gaining confidence, he moved on to using it on his bed sheets, then onto his curtains, before trying to manipulate the threads on a small metal screw.
It took a couple more hours before Karl was confident enough to use his newfound ability against Ann. Much to the expense of multiple shirts, towels, curtains, and whatever piece of fabric he could get his hands on. Maybe he was a bit too excited. He didn’t plan on going head on against Ann with her own powers anyways. That’s just a recipe for a black eye and months worth of humiliation for him. He just needed to surprise her, even for a second.
Usually he’d still be streaming right now, but he already made an announcement beforehand that it’ll be moved to another day to give him time to prepare. Ann however, had other ideas as a notification alerted him that she just started streaming. With his curiosity piqued, Karl tuned in just in time to hear Ann talk about him during their time in the enrichment center.
Without much thought, Karl grabbed his phone in reflex and sent out a quick message.
To: StringCheese
10:33 am I’’m always in your mind, huh?
(Also your eyeliner is crooked. You’re welcome!)
With the message sent, Karl followed Ann’s footsteps and started to freshen up. He needed to be presentable when he won, obviously. Karl just about finished his shower when his phone lit up with a response from Ann.
To: StringCheese
11:03 am I'll get you a wreath with your name on it once I beat you later~ Sent.
He debated on what to wear, even thinking of debuting a new look. How fast does hair dye dry anyway? Before ultimately settling on his usual techwear outfit: a sleek, black waterproof jacket with multiple pockets, tactical cargo pants with reinforced knees, and rugged, high-tech sneakers. It was comfortable, practical, and on brand. There was no point in changing something that worked, after all.
11:45 AM. The clock read.
More than enough time to make his way to the arena. If he was late, it’ll be intentional.
07. SILK
By the clock hit twelve, the crowd reached a fever pitch. Cars lined nearly every block and attendees were practically spilling onto the streets. There was String Squad to the left, Pure Parody to the right, and the press trying to get an image of the snazzy Silk and provocative Parody. Among them was the owner of the venue, Nico la Cage.
A man who acts far younger than his face would suggest, he sauntered over to Ann and gave her a once over before removing his knock-off Ray Bans.
“Jeeesus Ann, this is an arena not a nunnery. What’s with the getup?”
Black lace unfurled, revealing a cheeky smile. “Do I at least look like a pretty nun?”
A trick question. Fashion had always been her other superpower.
Nico let out a hearty laugh before giving her a hug. “The last time I answered honestly, you nearly strung me up.”
“Yeah, but I still appreciate a good compliment.” She clicked her tongue before glancing around the array of cameras.
“Silk! Silk! Can we get a picture!” Ann turned over to see a few fans cosplaying last year’s outfit and shot them a “of course I’ll be right over!”
“I’ve gotta go, but seriously, thank you for making all of this happen!” she said before heading towards the group.
“Win for me and we’ll call it even!”
08. PARODY
“Nico! I love what you’ve done with the place.” Karl exclaimed, eyes taking in the extravagance of the arena around them. “I dare say, it’s the best this dump has looked in a while. Thanks to my face plastered on every screen, of course. Though I think everyone would’ve preferred it if there were less of Ann’s”
“Do you have any idea how many hours of sleep my men and I lost because of this? If these fights keep on being bigger than the last, I’d have to rent out half of the district!” Nico’s voice was as loud and as welcoming as ever.
“Just half? Why not make it the entire west district instead?” Karl chuckled in response.
“I don’t even want to think about it!” Despite Nico’s words, he could see the gleam of greed at the corner of the man’s eyes, almost like dollar signs waiting to burst forth. “Just hurry up! We’re already behind schedule.”
I’m always on time. Karl made his way towards the center of the arena. Along the way, fans and paparazzi were calling out his name and he made sure that a smile was ready for each flash of the camera as well as pleasantries for every eager audience. He’d occasionally approach someone wearing Silk’s merch, and being the ever generous person that he was, he offered the same amount of kindness. You know you’d look better with my colors.
It took some time and a couple more photos before Karl finally made his way in the center of the Arena where Ann was waiting. They’ve done this before, multiple times even, but his nerves still refused to calm down. He planned on wearing a poker face, a picture of elegance and composure against his adversity. But Karl couldn’t force his features to relax thanks to the sheer amount of excitement he was feeling. It almost looked like he was happy to see Ann standing on the opposite side of him.
09. SILK VS PARODY
“Sorry if I kept you waiting!” Karl started, voice far from apologetic. “You know how it is, gotta show your supporters some appreciation for taking the time to watch the fight. Though you’re here awfully early. No one stopped by to say good luck?”
“Au contraire Karl”-god it felt weird to say that name-”I decided to come early to tend to my fans’ needs.” Her prior anger was spent and her nerves condensed into a single ball in the back of her mind. "You should try it sometime. They say the early bird gets the worm."
She shot him one last look as the horns signaled their entrance, a glint mischief in her eyes.
“The string with a STING! Ann ‘SILK’ Akimiya!”
A cheer so loud that it shook the stadium erupted. Banners with Ann’s face plastered all over started to soar, filling the stands with her signature color.
“The man, the mimic, the crazy asshole who made us wait for 30 minutes. KARL!”
Not to be outdone, chants of “PAR-O-DY! PAR-O-DY!” followed soon after with marquees and hand drawn signs. Amidst the chaos, one could barely pick up Parody yelling ‘Just Karl?!’
Black, blue, purple, gray, there was not an area left desaturated save for the battlefield where the two stood.
The screams and applause went on for a couple more seconds before everyone started settling down, preparing for the main event.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! Without further ado, the match will officially begin in…
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
FIGHT!”
“Thank you for your donation benedict e.e.cummings for your donation! Are you related to Juice? Well first of all, just because I’m part Korean and have blonde hair, that doesn’t mean we’re related. Second of all, I came first. I was the blueprint of fuckin’...mutant streamers. 2014. That’s nine years on YouTube, three of which were on Demise. No one was doing it like me back then.”
Ann furrowed her brow and leaned back in her seat.
Maybe she should’ve dyed her hair blue last week. The next question rolled in, by one KappaKnight40. “Are you related to Parody?”
Is this really going to be tonight's theme? Are we really doing this? “No chat, I’m not related to him either.” She let out a huff as the queue finally popped for her game. It had been three weeks since her last bout of villainy and two weeks since she released something other than pithy stream highlights.
“Oh! Finally chat, a question that matters. What’s your plan going in the fight between you and your bro-Parody.” She pressed her lips, barely suppressing a snort
Okay, maybe the third time’s the charm.
“Nice try Parody, but I’m not giving up my secrets so easily.” She shot the camera a wink. “But since you’re here. Chat, what should my victory pose be?”
A: Pumping your fist!
B: Middle fingers up!
C: Teabag him!
The poll she set up lit with votes, fluctuating evenly between the three until the tackiest option came out supreme. The fight had been brewing for weeks, teased through subtweets, photos of herself at the gym and even a billboard she graffitied with “Winner, winner, chicken dinner.” She also lobbied the tag “#StringHimUp” but ultimately deemed it inappropriate and instead, settled on #StringSquad.
CHOOSE YOUR HERO!
Oh right, she was still playing a game. Much to her fans’ delight she locked in a rather interesting character if only because Ann refused to play him out of principle.
KappaKnight39: You fell off! OMEGALUL #PurelyParody
KappaKnight39: You fell off! OMEGALUL #PurelyParody
KappaKnight39: You fell off! OMEGALUL #PurelyParody
KappaKnight39: You fell off! OMEGALUL #PurelyParody
KappaKnight39: You fell off! OMEGALUL #PurelyParody
KappaKnight39: You fell off! OMEGALUL #PurelyParody
She eyed the chat before breaking out in laughter. “Seriously Parody? This is the best you can do?” The ban hammer came swiftly but so did dozens of other accounts, something she could only assume was the product of either his fan base or some shit stirring troll.
READY? FIGHT!
Shit, they’d already started and Ann was woefully underprepared. Glancing at her chat, the number only grew as she got into position. For each user that one of her mods banned another popped up, until her other monitor was nothing but shit.
“Sorry to do this to you guys, but mods please put this chat in sub only mode.” She sighed, her face exasperated and apologetic. “It’s just so hard to play when you’re getting spammed by one of your own team members.”
02. PARODY
Karl has barely begun his stream and he was already bombarded with donations and subscriptions. He didn’t have to wonder for too long why his viewers were being too generous as each message was about his upcoming fight with Silk. Karl guessed he shouldn’t be too surprised. Both him and Ann have been teasing it for weeks now and the day was nearly approaching.
“You guys need to let me breathe! I can’t even read your messages because a new one will just replace it immediately. At this point the entire stream will just be me going through them all.” Karl laughed, clearly not minding the influx of subscriptions he’s receiving.
“Also, what’s with all these donations mentioning String Theory?! I just started and you guys are already bringing my mood down~” He pouted. “Now I don’t feel like streaming anymore,” Karl let out a deep sigh, “guess there will be no stream today.”
‘Noooooo’
‘He’s obviously joking LMAO’
‘We’re sorry Orz’
“Hmmm… I guess a Hype train will help cheer me up~”
ParodysFootstool has gifted 25 subscriptions to the channel!
Dicksoutfordemise subscribed at Tier 3! They subscribed for 9 months, currently on a 9 month streak!
A hype train has started! Sub, Gift, or use Bits to get to the next level.
Karl covered his mouth with his hand, obviously pretending to be shocked. “I was just joking! You guys didn’t need to do all that.” Acting wasn’t his strongest suit and it showed. “But still, thank you for all your kind donations!”
‘What a bunch of simps’
‘Anything for u king’
‘< 3333’
“So for today’s stream, we’re gonna talk about my previous battle with ‘Nitro’! You guys have probably never heard of him before but he’s an upcoming vigilante and I have to be honest, he gave me a hard time.”
‘String Theory is talking shit about you LMAO’
“I mean what else can she do but talk about me? It’s the only way she’ll be relevant anyways.” Karl scoffed at the off-hand comment.
‘She made a poll for a pose when she beats your ass’
“When?! Brave of her to assume she’ll even land a hit on me!”
‘#StringSquad’
“Mods, someone’s asking for a ban~”
‘There’s a fight happening?!’
“Well someone has been living under a rock. Remember to type ‘Exclamation point Battle’ for more details”
Karl—well, it’s Parody now that he was live—leaned back in his chair, eyes creased with mischief as he stared directly at his camera. The chat on his second monitor was scrolling faster than he could read thanks to the constant flood of emotes from his fans. The only thing he could discern from the waves of nonsense was the occasional ‘#PurelyParody’ and ‘#StringSquad’ amidst the chaos.
“Alright, everyone,” Parody’s voice mirrored the mirth on his face, “since String Theory can’t keep my name off her mouth, why don’t we go ahead and give her a visit?” He closed the video and put up the ‘Ending Soon’ screen on his stream. “There goes my plan for today’s stream. Guess there’s no point since all of you are worked up and itching for some action.”
Parody didn’t check his viewer’s response or even bothered in making a poll as he’s sure it’ll be a resounding yes. They all live for the drama, him included, after all. With that being said, he quickly opened Ann’s channel—don’t ask why it was bookmarked—and quickly navigated through his dashboard before clicking the raid option. A notification popped up in his stream, indicating that the raid will begin in 30 seconds.
“That should do it! Now everyone, just a reminder to be respectful and follow TOS.” Parody’s voice was laced with sarcasm. “Also one of the mods has pinned a cute little message for String Theory. Make sure to copy it and greet her once the raid starts~”
The raid has begun. Changing channels shortly.
This should be fun.
03. ANN AKIMIYA
5/12/16 and +2 Rank Points, oh she was going to crack his skull. What ought to have been a chill, promotional stream spiraled into a five game loss streak, no, a learning experience for herself and her viewers. “Well we can’t end on a loss” became her mantra as she careened off the face of the earth, finally ending with outstretched arms and an exaggerated yawn.
“Thank you to all you lovely viewers. Remember to check out our fight tomorrow night and subscribe. I stream every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday at 8PM!”
There was no need to go raid for raid or even address Karl’s mean spirited behavior. She was the bigger person, the more mature streamer of the two.
Oh who was she kidding? Of course she wasn’t the bigger person–she barely reached his neck!
Scrolling through the chat, the bulk of it consisted of the same “You fell off”, “Dog champ”, and “#PurelyParody” shlock copy and pasted from his channel (she was nosy, what did you expect?).
However, there was always at least one gold nugget sifted from the dirt.
@StringTheory
1m .@Parody Some fanbase you got here tw: sexism
PaordysFootstool: yyour are fucken bitch get parodys dick out your mouth and get a real job (OF dont count)
And tweet. With popular creators it was hard to tell whether it was a legitimate fan or a set up account but given her own fan base’s…enthusiasm it wouldn’t be long before they dug up something else.
She put her phone down and stared at the calendar hanging on the wall. It felt like only yesterday that they discussed next year’s (tomorrow’s) venue, the terms, and the sponsors subsidizing their fake beef. The match was burned in red sharpie and surrounded by black ink crossing off noteworthy events. Unlike last year, she actually trained and reflected on his skills as a villain. Begrudgingly, she even watched some of his videos on an alt account (ad block on obviously). She couldn’t stand to lose another match to him, especially when last year’s punishment had been so…ugh she didn’t even dare speak it. She couldn’t fathom what he would ask for this year.
The year she won, she forced him to get her name tattooed and streamed the whole, painful process (because he so wisely chose his foot). She couldn’t repeat the punishment, but she also hesitated to choose anything that crossed into cruelty. It had to be funny, novel, and a good time for all (except maybe Karl).
Her eyes moved to the framed poster on her wall (memento of her debut) before a grin crossed her lips.
04. KARL EVANS
Karl was having the time of his life. He eagerly watched Ann try to keep her composure while his viewers spammed her chat. She quickly fixed it by enabling sub only mode, but he’ll also take credit for the loss streak she just had. It was a great appetizer for the fight tomorrow. If things were in his favor, the loss streak will affect her and maybe he’ll snatch the win like he did in the previous year. Perhaps he’s getting too ahead of himself but he was already thinking of a punishment to give Ann. His previous one of changing the bio on all of her socials so the link will be directed to his account was fun, but it wasn’t as impactful as he hoped. Though he did get an influx of followers right after.
Once Ann’s stream ended, Karl was about to message her regarding the venue for tomorrow when he was greeted by a wave of notifications. It was nothing new, it was even expected to be honest, but when he opened one of them the content of the tweet made his head throb in annoyance. He couldn’t handle another ‘cancellation’, especially so close to their fight tomorrow. Instead of retaliating and escalating like what he’d usually do, Karl instead opened up his drafts and scrolled until he found a fitting ‘apology’ tweet.
No. Too sincere.
Too wordy.
Why do I even have that in my drafts?
Oh that tweet is funny. I’ll post it later.
Pretty sure this one was made with AI
Ah! Perfect.
Without much thought, Karl opened the draft and edited out some key information to make it relevant. Something about he didn’t stand for what happened and how he’s not a reflection of his viewers and how he’ll do better. Blah blah blah. He didn’t bother to check for typos, it probably made it more sincere and notably, there wasn’t an apology directed to Ann. He might give her this small victory but that’s it. Karl could already see the drama youtubers going in on their little interaction and the humorous title they’ll name their videos. ‘Team Demise, not a team at all?!’, or maybe even ‘Has Parody gone too far?’. Whatever it was, he’s sure it’ll be irrelevant the following week. Probably replaced by another headline.
With the tweet sent, Karl turned off his phone and tossed it to the side. Guess he’ll figure out tomorrow if it was effective or if he had to make another one—or worse, an apology video. He won’t let Ann ruin the rest of his day however. He needed his beauty sleep to look his best for tomorrow’s fight. Karl couldn’t wait for Ann and the rest of Sentinel City to see his trump card.
I wonder what I’ll wear though.
05. ANN AKIMIYA
When morning came the sun shone, the birds sang, and the flowers bloomed–yet the first thing Ann did was check her phone.
From: Ichabod Bouziane
To: You
8:00 am Looks like your tweet left the target audience.
From: Jouga Jonouchi
To: You
6:30 am Please, don’t do anything dumb. We don’t need this overshadowing the fight.
Yes, even without any other messages between them, the (partially manufactured) beef into the trending tab, nearly edging out the actual #ParodyvsSilk and #WhoWillWin tags.
She let out a raspberry and sent a dejected “okay” to her manager before rolling out of bed. Tooth brush, tooth paste, floss tongue scraper, cleanser, toner, serum, moisturizer, sunscreen. Two years ago it would have been torture but coupled with a long shower, it was an act of meditation. Save for the days she filmed a GRWM or stayed with a friend, her skincare routine–ritual was one of the few time slots spent by herself, focused solely on herself.
She would have loved to continue her foray into self-care, but she had bills to pay.
@StringTheory
1m GRWM before the fight via IG Live! Tell your friends. Tell your family. Cause we’ll be winning! #StringSquad #ParodyvsSilk #WhoWillWin
Ann affixed her mount to the bathroom mirror, testing it with a few tugs before setting her phone down and hitting the button to go live.
“Good morning everyone! Are we ready to fight? No, well that’s fine. Let’s get ready together~”
Compared to her skincare routine, her makeup regime was much simpler with a focus on a few big steps rather than her nightly checklist.
“So I first came to The Enrichment Center when I was around five years old because my powers came in early and apparently I was ‘too dangerous’ which was crazy because my dad could literally suppress powers. But whatever.”
She waved a tube of concealer in front of the camera before dabbing three drops beneath each eye.
“Around year…three I see this weird kid almost the same age as me blabbering about how much he hated the place. He even set fire to the teacher’s–well, the babysitter's pants using the guy’s own power.”
“Do I still talk to him?”
Her eyes flickered to a text notification before she took a tissue and wiped the edge of her eyeliner.
“The last I checked, he was still bullying other mutants.” Ann finished the look with a cherry-scented setting spray and an air kiss, reminding everyone to tune into the fight.
With her stream over, she sent a mass text to everyone in her contacts, politely requesting that they attend the big match. Due to the timing there was a low chance of everyone attending; however, a stream was just as good as attendance in her eyes.
That being said, Lucian would require a more personal message if she wanted him there.
To: Lucian (Luc on Tuesdays)
10:44am Come to the match or I'm never speaking to you again!
10:44am But if you can’t, you owe me a celebratory dinner!
Before she entered her closet however, she made time for one last message:
To: Carl (don’t pick up)
10:45am If you’re gonna stalk me, at least send some flowers.
06. KARL EVANS
The day has finally come. Their fight has already made headlines and it hasn’t even started. The entirety of Sentinel city was eagerly waiting for the clock to hit noon. Some clutched their respective merch in anticipation, while others were putting in their final bets on a sketchy website—Demise had nothing to do with it, or so they’ll say when confronted. While the world waited with bated breath, Karl in the meantime, was making his breakfast.
He took out a meal kit from the fridge—thanks to greenchef for today’s sponsor—before putting it in the microwave. While waiting for the food to heat up, he went ahead and checked on his twitter feed to check if the ‘drama’ had died down or if he needed to contact Casper for help—though he’s not sure if the guy’s help will do much. Thankfully, he wasn’t fully cancelled and he didn’t need to set up a camera in his living room for an impromptu apology video. The tweet did attract some randos outside their circle but their opinions didn’t matter anyways. The loud ‘DING’ of the microwave steered his attention away from his phone and he had a quick breakfast before moving on to prepare for his upcoming fight.
Karl grabbed a random shirt from his closet before booting up his PC to open a video compilation he made of Silk and her previous battles. He had been doing the same thing every day since they had decided on the date of this year’s fight. If Ann found out he spent this much time watching her, she wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. With one final recap, Karl focused his attention on the weathered shirt on his lap. It always felt weird using a new power for the first time. Almost like an extra limb with pins and needles, waiting for his body to get used to the new addition.
Still, he wouldn’t be in Team Demise if he couldn’t adapt quickly. Without much surprise the shirt on his lap began to tear itself apart to become a new form that Karl envisioned. He’d admit that it was crude, nothing like how Ann uses it in the videos he watched. Still, a small victory was still a victory. He spent more time practicing, making it as thin or as thick as he could, experimenting on how much he could push it in length before it starts to tear apart. Gaining confidence, he moved on to using it on his bed sheets, then onto his curtains, before trying to manipulate the threads on a small metal screw.
It took a couple more hours before Karl was confident enough to use his newfound ability against Ann. Much to the expense of multiple shirts, towels, curtains, and whatever piece of fabric he could get his hands on. Maybe he was a bit too excited. He didn’t plan on going head on against Ann with her own powers anyways. That’s just a recipe for a black eye and months worth of humiliation for him. He just needed to surprise her, even for a second.
Usually he’d still be streaming right now, but he already made an announcement beforehand that it’ll be moved to another day to give him time to prepare. Ann however, had other ideas as a notification alerted him that she just started streaming. With his curiosity piqued, Karl tuned in just in time to hear Ann talk about him during their time in the enrichment center.
Without much thought, Karl grabbed his phone in reflex and sent out a quick message.
To: StringCheese
10:33 am I’’m always in your mind, huh?
(Also your eyeliner is crooked. You’re welcome!)With the message sent, Karl followed Ann’s footsteps and started to freshen up. He needed to be presentable when he won, obviously. Karl just about finished his shower when his phone lit up with a response from Ann.
To: StringCheese
11:03 am I'll get you a wreath with your name on it once I beat you later~ Sent.
He debated on what to wear, even thinking of debuting a new look. How fast does hair dye dry anyway? Before ultimately settling on his usual techwear outfit: a sleek, black waterproof jacket with multiple pockets, tactical cargo pants with reinforced knees, and rugged, high-tech sneakers. It was comfortable, practical, and on brand. There was no point in changing something that worked, after all.
11:45 AM. The clock read.
More than enough time to make his way to the arena. If he was late, it’ll be intentional.
07. SILK
By the clock hit twelve, the crowd reached a fever pitch. Cars lined nearly every block and attendees were practically spilling onto the streets. There was String Squad to the left, Pure Parody to the right, and the press trying to get an image of the snazzy Silk and provocative Parody. Among them was the owner of the venue, Nico la Cage.
A man who acts far younger than his face would suggest, he sauntered over to Ann and gave her a once over before removing his knock-off Ray Bans.
“Jeeesus Ann, this is an arena not a nunnery. What’s with the getup?”
Black lace unfurled, revealing a cheeky smile. “Do I at least look like a pretty nun?”
A trick question. Fashion had always been her other superpower.
Nico let out a hearty laugh before giving her a hug. “The last time I answered honestly, you nearly strung me up.”
“Yeah, but I still appreciate a good compliment.” She clicked her tongue before glancing around the array of cameras.
“Silk! Silk! Can we get a picture!” Ann turned over to see a few fans cosplaying last year’s outfit and shot them a “of course I’ll be right over!”
“I’ve gotta go, but seriously, thank you for making all of this happen!” she said before heading towards the group.
“Win for me and we’ll call it even!”
08. PARODY
“Nico! I love what you’ve done with the place.” Karl exclaimed, eyes taking in the extravagance of the arena around them. “I dare say, it’s the best this dump has looked in a while. Thanks to my face plastered on every screen, of course. Though I think everyone would’ve preferred it if there were less of Ann’s”
“Do you have any idea how many hours of sleep my men and I lost because of this? If these fights keep on being bigger than the last, I’d have to rent out half of the district!” Nico’s voice was as loud and as welcoming as ever.
“Just half? Why not make it the entire west district instead?” Karl chuckled in response.
“I don’t even want to think about it!” Despite Nico’s words, he could see the gleam of greed at the corner of the man’s eyes, almost like dollar signs waiting to burst forth. “Just hurry up! We’re already behind schedule.”
I’m always on time. Karl made his way towards the center of the arena. Along the way, fans and paparazzi were calling out his name and he made sure that a smile was ready for each flash of the camera as well as pleasantries for every eager audience. He’d occasionally approach someone wearing Silk’s merch, and being the ever generous person that he was, he offered the same amount of kindness. You know you’d look better with my colors.
It took some time and a couple more photos before Karl finally made his way in the center of the Arena where Ann was waiting. They’ve done this before, multiple times even, but his nerves still refused to calm down. He planned on wearing a poker face, a picture of elegance and composure against his adversity. But Karl couldn’t force his features to relax thanks to the sheer amount of excitement he was feeling. It almost looked like he was happy to see Ann standing on the opposite side of him.
09. SILK VS PARODY
“Sorry if I kept you waiting!” Karl started, voice far from apologetic. “You know how it is, gotta show your supporters some appreciation for taking the time to watch the fight. Though you’re here awfully early. No one stopped by to say good luck?”
“Au contraire Karl”-god it felt weird to say that name-”I decided to come early to tend to my fans’ needs.” Her prior anger was spent and her nerves condensed into a single ball in the back of her mind. "You should try it sometime. They say the early bird gets the worm."
She shot him one last look as the horns signaled their entrance, a glint mischief in her eyes.
“The string with a STING! Ann ‘SILK’ Akimiya!”
A cheer so loud that it shook the stadium erupted. Banners with Ann’s face plastered all over started to soar, filling the stands with her signature color.
“The man, the mimic, the crazy asshole who made us wait for 30 minutes. KARL!”
Not to be outdone, chants of “PAR-O-DY! PAR-O-DY!” followed soon after with marquees and hand drawn signs. Amidst the chaos, one could barely pick up Parody yelling ‘Just Karl?!’
Black, blue, purple, gray, there was not an area left desaturated save for the battlefield where the two stood.
The screams and applause went on for a couple more seconds before everyone started settling down, preparing for the main event.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! Without further ado, the match will officially begin in…
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
FIGHT!”
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