The Bad Guys Season 1: Our Own Story (chapter 34) - The Bad Blog
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So, once again, I stopped posting for a couple of days, but because I was sick. Today, I'll be posting more than one. I swear.
Anyway, enjoy this chapter for a while. You'll love it.
Intro
Mr. Wolf: Yeah! I'm bad!
Mr. Snake: You're bad!
Ms. Tarantula: He's bad!
Mr. Hornet: She's bad!
Mr. Piranha: We're bad!
Mr. Shark: Who's bad?
The Bad Guys: Yeah!
We're the Bad Guys!
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It was a new day at the restaurant, and, at the moment, Mr. Gardener was currently wiping the counter while a female worker was stacking some bowls together.
Mrs. Gardener was walking out of the kitchen, carrying circular, colorful, placemats.
"Check it out, Angel," Mr. Gardener commented, "The counter may be empty, but the rest of the restaurant's still bringing them in!"
He gestured to another area of the restaurant, where a large line of people seemed to be waiting patiently, exiting the place.
Mrs. Gardener noticed this, "Except that line is heading out!"
Two people started to leave the line and walk out of the store, with Mrs. Gardener commenting when she noticed one of her employees, Hornet, and his friend Tarantula, standing in line, "And so are Mr. Hornet and Ms. Tarantula! This isn't good!"
Mr. and Mrs. Gardener walked over to Hornet, and Mrs. Gardener, asked, "Hornet, what are you guys doing?"
Hornet turned around and replied, "We're in line for Camilton's Driveway restaurant down the street."
Mr. Gardener gasped in shock, "You're cheating on our restaurant?!"
"Do your other friends know?" Mrs. Gardener asked in disbelief.
"Oh, we know," The rest of the Bad Guys, Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Piranha, commented in unison while peeking their heads out from the line from the position where they were standing.
Both bosses gasped loudly, with Mr. Gardener exclaimed, and came over to them, "All of you?! After all the free smoothies I gave you?!"
Mrs. Gardener then quickly stepped in, "Woah, woah, woah. You give them free smoothies?"
Mr. Gardener felt a little sheepish, admitting, "I just want them to like me, Angel."
Hornet then spoke up, "Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Gardener, but everybody's been going to Camilton's Driveway restaurant ever since Loco y Malo gave them a rave review on his food blog."
"His rating scale from a "meh" to five "oooh's," Shark pointed out.
"And he just gave Camilton's Driveway restaurant 4 ½ 'oooh''s," Wolf said while pointing to the review on his phone.
Mr. Gardener took the phone and looked at the review as he asked, "How did they get 4 ½ "oooh's'?"
"Their new signature dish: the pizzarito. A pizza in a burrito," Tarantula answered.
Just imagining a dish like this surprised the bosses, with Mr. Gardener asking in shock, "Wow, how did they come up with that?"
"They do customer research," Piranha replied.
"Wait, how do you know?" Mrs. Gardener asked.
"Cause, we were the customers they researched," Snake answered back.
To Mrs. Gardener, this made all the sense, commenting out loud while shaking her head in disbelief, "I mean, no wonder our only customer is an old lady stealing ketchup packets."
Behind them, the group noticed an elderly lady trying to steal some ketchup packets while the female waitress was trying to pry them from the elderly's hands.
Shark, a little weirded out after watching this, commented as a suggestion, "Maybe the restaurant just needs some new ideas."
"Yeah, you can always check the suggestion box," Tarantula suggested.
Mr. Gardener seemed fond of this idea, "Hey, good thinking. I forgot about this thing. It must be 12 years old."
He walked over to the suggestion box, his wife anxiously following behind him, and picked it up, blowing the dust off the top of it, leaving the Bad Guys feeling a little weirded out.
"Okay, no need for that suggestion box. They are clearly all old," Mrs. Gardener quickly picked up the box, closed the lid, and threw it out into the garbage, much to her husband's confusion.
Hornet then suggested, "Well, you know. We could help you guys and do our own customer research."
"Yeah, we'll ask someone about the restaurant," Wolf mentioned.
"But our only friend who wasn't busy was Mira," Shark mentioned, "We couldn't have the governor to ask about the restaurant. It's not her job to take care of it."
"We'll just ask Mira if she could invite her co-workers to take the survey," Tarantula suggested.
"Great idea, Webs," Snake commented.
Piranha then stepped forward and asked, "Wait, but after pizzaritoes, right?"
"Oh yeah," Tarantula answered.
"Totally," Hornet added.
"Of course," Shark stated.
"Absolutely," Snake said.
"Yep," Wolf replied.
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That night, Mira came to FasTogether along with a few of her co-workers as they were gathered by the Bad Guys to do their customer research project.
Shark was bringing a plate with a shiny lid over it, "Welcome to our customer research session for the FasTogether restaurant. To thank you for your participation, you will each get one pizzarito," he placed the plate on the table. When he took the lid off, showing all the pizzaritos, all of the journalists were about to eagerly grab one hungrily, but Shark stopped them by placing his fin out and saying, "Ah, ah, ah, after you have completed the survey."
Mira and her co-workers groaned in disappointment as they watched Shark take the plate away.
Tarantula, holding a clipboard and pen in her hands, addressed, "We will be asking you a series of questions and would appreciate your honest opinions."
"Let's start with what you like," Piranha mentioned.
"I like the smell of those pizzaritos," one of the journalists commented, intrigued by its delicious smell.
"Forget the pizzaritos!" Snake quickly addressed before asking, trying to get the journalists' minds off the tasty treats, "What do you like about FasTogether?"
"Uh, the colors are fun," a female journalist replied.
"Those portraits are cool," another female journalist commented as Tarantula wrote this down.
A male journalist then mentioned, "I feel bigger when I sit at these little tables. And the food are stomach-filling."
Another male journalist added, "And the service is good, especially you, Mr. Hornet. You served fast!"
Hornet was flattered by this feedback, causing Piranha to roll his eyes.
After writing the note down, Tarantula then asked Mira, "Mira?" she gestured for her to chime in with an opinion.
Mira spoke up, "I guess if I had to say something, I don't like these bendy straws," She bent one of the bendy straws, adding, "The noise they make freak me out."
Wolf bit his lip and quickly clarified, "We're naming things we like, Mira."
Mira seemed to understand better, "Oh" she happily said, "Pass," she said that since she had nothing to say about what she liked.
Shark then made a suggestion, "What if we had a smoothie we set on fire?"
"I'd be into that," one of the male journalists answered in excitement.
Snake then slithered in, "We're not setting anything on fire."
Mira and her co-workers seemed disappointed while Shark groaned sadly, wishing that idea soared better.
Hornet then fluttered forward, "Now, let's talk about...what you don't like."
All of the journalists looked very unsure of what to say, and this was noticed by the Bad Guys.
Hornet asked Mira to see if her friend would say something about this, "Mira?"
Mira brushed it off again, "Pass."
"Mira," Hornet asked again, convincing her to answer.
Wanting to not talk about it, Mira commented, "Seriously, I'm not touching it."
Hornet fluttered over to her side and tried to gesture to any one of the journalists to talk, "Anyone?"
The group looked at one another before in unison, all of Mira's co-workers replied, "It's your bosses."
That response got the Bad Guys confused.
"My bosses?" Hornet inquired in confusion.
"They're always in the restaurant," one of the female journalists hesitantly answered.
"Because they own it," Hornet clarified.
"But they're always getting in our biz," a male journalist pointed out.
"And at Camilton's Driveway restaurant, we get to hang out with just customers," another female journalist added to the explanation.
Mira then spoke up, saying, "Sorry, Hornet, but it does feel like your bosses are always watching us."
On cue, everyone turned their head and, low and behold, jumped in shock when they saw Mr. and Mrs. Gardeners' heads and eyes watching them from behind the counter.
Wolf, now uncomfortable, commented, "Well, this has been very informative. Thank you for your time. Enjoy your pizzaritos."
As the journalists got up and went to dig into the pizzaritos and left, the restaurant owners stepped out from behind the counter, Mrs. Gardener told the 6 vigilantes, "Listen, Bad Guys, we may have accidentally overheard a little bit of what was going on."
"And sure, we may be around sometimes, but it's not like we're always "'getting into their bi', including you guys" Mr. Gardener quoted.
But the Bad Guys looked up at the restaurant owners with "Really" looks, which admitted that it was true; Mr. and Mrs. Gardener were known to do that... especially with the experience of the Bad Guys themselves.
*flashback*
One time, Mr. Gardener was singing an Italian song and playing the accordion while Shark and Piranha were eating pizza.
Shark and Piranha were bored and annoyed with listening to Mr. Gardener's loud song.
Mangia, mangia, how's your pizza treat?"
Another time, when Wolf and Snake were about to get a tray of their order from the counter, and offered the money to the cashier Mrs. Gardener stepped in, telling the two Bad Guys, "Ah, ah, ah, not till you pay with real earned money than stolen money," she took the tray of food away.
Another time, Mr. Gardener was bending a bendy straw back and forth and singing a song about it in front of Tarantula, who looked frighteningly at the straw.
Loving the straw, and you'll use it everyday
Hey!
*End of flashback*
Thinking back on those moments, Hornet's bosses realized the Bad Guys had a point.
"Okay, they do have a point. Yeah," Mr. Gardener said, "But if the customers don't want us in the restaurant, how are we gonna fix that?"
"I don't know. We have been having problems with it for a while," Mrs. Gardener pointed out.
Both owners looked very worried, with Mr. Gardener then said while looking around the restaurant, "With this new competition, I hate to say it, but...looks like we're gonna have to close it down."
The idea itself seemed unfathomable to the Bad Guys with Shark asking in shock, "Close it down?!"
Before any of the owners could explain, Wolf pointed out, "But we hang out in this restaurant all the time since we got released from prison! We had good times here!"
"Yeah, this is where I got my first job like a normal person, a good person," Hornet reminded.
"And we've always had big plans for us to be running it someday," Tarantula mentioned.
Piranha, however, sounded confused, "Really? I was thinking of going to college and actually doing something with my life."
Despite that, the Bad Guys were determined to keep the restaurant open with Snake saying, "Seriously, we're not ready to lose the restaurant just yet. This is where we go if we had nothing else to do. Can you at least give us a chance to save it first?"
"Please" all the Bad Guys begged together in unison with begging looks in their eyes.
The bosses looked at one another before smiling together.
Mrs. Gardener commented, "Okay. We'll give it a shot."
"One week, and that's it," Mr. Gardener addressed the Bad Guys, who were all excited to start working on ways to help save the restaurant.
Hornet, set to take order, then declared, "I already have my first idea for the restaurant."
"Good for you," Mr. Gardener complimented.
"You're out," he replied, straightforward and without hesitation.
"Tough break, Angel," Mr. Gardener said to his wife.
"Wait, what?" Mrs. Gardener asked confusingly and offensively.
Hornet then clarified quickly, "You're both out." To this, both of his bosses were now shocked. "Sorry, but the research is never wrong," Hornet pointed out.
The two owners were a little disappointed.
"Ah, man." Mrs. Gardener groaned in disappointment.
"Fine," Mr. Gardener begrudgingly admitted, but not before grabbing a pizzarito, "Let's grab one of these for the road."
Tarantula quickly commented, "No, no, no, pizzaritos are for participants only."
Mr. Gardener seemed like he was gonna put it back, starting to put it on the plate, "Okay, fine."
"Thank you," Tarantula said.
But then, he reeled it back and grabbed another pizzarito, shouting, "Run, Angel! Go, go, go!"
"Oh, thank you!" she replied while running with the other pizzarito received in her hand.
Both bosses rushed to the door with the pizzaritoes as the Bad Guys watched them disappointed.
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The next day, the Bad Guys were hard at work on adjusting the restaurant and making it perfect to save.
Piranha, who came out of the kitchen dressed up in chef's gear, asked, "Any orders yet?"
"Nope," Wolf, who was wearing an orange "FasTogether" shirt with a "Boss-Free restaurant" sticker on it, replied while fixing a sign that had the same logo as his sticker.
"Any customers?" Piranha asked.
"Nope," Hornet, who was cleaning the tables, replied.
"Reservations?" Piranha asked.
"No, but I'm beginning to have a few ideas about opening this place," Tarantula, who was fixing the napkin dispenser, commented in response.
Snake stated, "Guys, we're not off to a good start. We need customers."
Suddenly, Shark spotted two people who appeared to be approaching the restaurant, saying, "Ooh, ooh! Here comes two now!"
However, they weren't actually customers, but Hornet's bosses, making Hornet turn his head and give a "Really" look towards Shark while commented, "Seriously?"
"Hey, Bad Guys," Mr. Gardener greeted them while they were heading up to the entrance.
But the Bad Guys stopped them by saying together with their hands up, "Woah, woah, woah."
"Well, just where do you think you're going?" Snake asked.
"That doesn't say 'The Boss restaurant'," Piranha added on.
"It says 'The Boss-Free' restaurant," Hornet mentioned.
Mrs. Gardener quickly piped in with, "Guys, we've been watching you for the last 2 hours, and the Boss-Free restaurant is also customer-free."
"Clearly, you need us," Mr. Gardener added.
But just before the bosses could step in, the Bad Guys prevented them from going in while saying in unison, again, "Woah, woah, woah."
"Let us also remind you of our research," Hornet chimed in, adding, "And I quote.."
"And he quotes," Shark emphasized.
"'Your bosses are always getting in our biz'," Hornet explained.
"End quote," Piranha stated.
"The quote is over," Shark added while crossing his hands to demonstrate it was over.
Hornet, a little taken aback, told his brothers, "Uh, guys, in the future, I'd like to do my own quotes."
"He'd like to do his one quote," Shark reiterated, much to Hornet's frustration.
Mrs. Gardener then quickly commented, "Okay, well, clearly, this isn't working. I mean, even your friend and her co-workers aren't here."
"Yes they are," Piranha replied before he spotted them, "Oh, here they come now."
The Bad Guys smiled when they saw their friends come into the restaurant, but then frowned when they saw their friends getting in line for Camilton's Driveway restaurant, making Tarantula frantically add, "And there they go.
Hornet turned to his bosses, and said to them, "Uh, would you excuse us for one second?" he and his friends went to go talk to their friends.
Wolf asked the journalists first, "Uh, what are you guys doing?"
"Yeah, we made our place boss-free," Snake added.
"Yeah, we got buttons," Shark pointed out while showing the button on his shirt, as well as the rest of the Bad Guys.
"Why are you still in line for Camilton's Driveway?" Hornet inquired.
Mira answered, "We're not. This is a new line for Clarissa's Crepes."
"Loco y Malo just gave five 'oooh's' to their weenie crepes," one of the male journalists commented in response.
Piranha thought the name sounded funny, "He said weenie."
"They put slices of hotdog inside a crepe," one of the female journalists mentioned.
"Sorry, guys," Mira told the Bad Guys while they watched the journalists waiting in line.
The Bad Guys stepped to the side, with Tarantula saying, "Okay. At least we know we need more than just no bosses."
Suddenly, Hornet started to get an idea, suggesting, "Wait a minute. We need our own pizzarito or weenie crepe."
"Yeah! We can each come up with a food combo, then we'll pick the best one, and call Loco y Malo to come to review it," Snake added on.
Piranha, however, didn't think it was that good of an idea, pointing out, "Wait, you can't just call Loco y Malo. He doesn't give his number out willy-nilly."
Shark, thinking what Piranha said was funny, "Willy-nilly."
The rest of the Bad Guys, however, sighed in frustration, with Wolf suggesting, "Fine, we won't call him. We'll email him until he agrees."
That seemed like a suitable solution, with the rest of the Bad Guys nodding in agreement, before Shark said happily, "In the meantime, we've got two customers at our restaurant."
Hearing that, the gang turned to see who the "customers" were and saw that it was Mr. and Mrs. Gardener, who were having fun doodling on the Boss-Free restaurant sign, much to the Bad Guys' frustration.
The other Bad Guys turned their heads to Shark, with Snake telling him, "Look down at your button, Shark."
Shark looked at his button, "Oh. you said button," he chuckled in response at the last part.
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At their hideout later, the Bad Guys were hard at work coming up with the perfect food combo.
Mira was currently in the kitchen with them.
"Thanks for being here, Mira, to help us decide whose fun food combo is the best," Hornet told her.
Mira. feeling unsure about this, asked, "Are you sure you need me to do this?"
"Yeah, we need an impartial judge," Tarantula replied with a friendly smile.
Mira could only feel her hesitancy rise when she saw Wolf make a gun gesture with his paw while clicking his tongue at her, Shark blew a kiss towards her, Snake adjusted his eyebrows with his tail, Hornet winked at her, and Piranha kept raising his eyebrows at her with his teeth holding a rose
Feeling uncomfortable by the boys trying to "hit on her" she commented, "Uh...pass," she scurried out of the hideout as quickly as she could by taking the elevator.
Their "judge" gone, Hornet then commented, "Well, I guess we'll have to do it ourselves. I'll start," He presented his combo dish, "I combined cucumber and asparagus together in one plate," He then lifted the lid off his plate, which showed cucumber slices and cooked asparagus together in a plate, "I call it the Cucum-sparagus! Deal with it," He ceremoniously did a mic-drop, or more specifically, lid-drop to claim her statement.
Snake then commented in reply, "Ah, impressive, but I see your Cucum-sparagus, and I raise you ham and bacon slices together as one dish," He lifted the lid off his plate, which showed ham slices wrapped in bacon strips, declaring, "The Ham-Con. Deal with it," he dropped his lid too, feeling confident.
It was Wolf's turn to present his food, "Very smart, but I have my delicious food combo. A steak and lettuce wrapped in a funnel cake," He then lifted the lid off his plate, which showed a steak wrapped in lettuce wrap that was also wrapped up in a funnel cake, "I called this Funnel Wrap! Deal with it," he dropped the lid as well, copying Hornet and Snake did.
Tarantula chuckled sarcastically as she crawled towards her covered dish, and announced, "You boys are so creative, but I got mine that is gonna blow your mind," She lifted the lid of her plate, which showed a bowl of ramen with macaroni pasta and cheese on top, "I present to you the Mac and Ramen. Beat that!" She dropped the lid too.
Shark decided to speak up, "Oh, nice try, but meet...the su-cheese," he lifted the lid on his dish, which had melted cheese spread around the whole bowl with sushi on it that also had cheese on them, "Sushi covered with melted swiss. Boom," he dropped his lid... on Snake's foot, making the snake shout in pain.
Wolf decided to calm things down, "Okay, no more lid dropping," he then turned his eyes to Piranha, "Piranha, what have you got?"
"Drum roll, please" Piranha replied.
"Ooh! What's that? A drumstick inside of a dinner roll," Shark asked curiously.
"No, I'm asking for a drumroll," Piranha clarified.
"Me too, it sounds delicious," Shark responded back.
Piranha rolled his eyes before taking the lid off his plate, which showed a kabob with two Cuñapés together with the sweet sauce from the Alfajores gluing them together, nacho empanadas, and chili peppers, "Ha! The Carnival of Oruro Munchers. Sweet and savory dishes from Bolivia on a stick. Boom," Piranha was holding out his lid, but he couldn't do it, "I'd drop this, but I respect my cookware too much."
With all the combo choices brought together, Tarantula then decreed, "Alright, let's vote."
Piranha interrupted, "Vote? Please, as the closest thing to a chef here, I know what's best, and it's the Carnival of Oruro Muncher."
"Uh, clearly, it's the Cucum-sparagus," Hornet retorted back.
"Uh, Funnel Wrap," Wolf replied.
"Ham-Con," Snake added.
Mac and Ramen!" Tarantula yelled
"Su-cheese!" Shark shouted.
"Best meal of the year on a stick," Piranha stated confidently.
The Bad Guys all started to argue with one another when suddenly, Piranha's phone went off, and he got a notification for something. He saw what it was and quickly broke the argument up by saying, "Guys! Guys! Loco y Malo just emailed us back," The other Bad Guys all gasped in surprise, as Piranha explained, "He's coming tomorrow. So, if we really want to save the restaurant, we have to get a good review. So, let's hit him with our best," He suggested his dish as the one to show, "The Carnival of Oruro Muncher."
Hornet reminded Piranha, "Buddy, none of us want Mr. and Mrs. Gardener to shut down the restaurant, but we all have to agree."
"But since we can't, what are we gonna do?" Tarantula inquired.
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The next day, at the restaurant, Wolf presented the best solution to their disagreement: combining all of their dishes into one giant kabob, declaring, "I give you the Carnival of Oruro Ham-Con Swiss Su-cheese Mac and Ramen Funnel Wrap Muncher!"
Tarantula then turned her head towards Piranha, "Piranha, as the closest thing we have to a chef, what do you think?"
Piranha looked at this dish while inspecting it closely, "What do I think? I think it lacks focus. I think it's a mish-mosh of 15 different foods on a stick. I think it's a culinary abomination!"
"That's a good name," Shark commented, thinking "abomination" was a good thing, "And here's another one; the Dinner Wand," He picked the kabob up and pretended to swirl it like a magic wand.
Snake, as estranged as he felt about seeing the kabob be played like that, thought it looked like a good name, "You know what? That is a magical thing."
Suddenly, Hornet seemed to notice something... or someone, "Hey, check it out!"
Everyone turned their heads, and saw a man with a black suit and yellow decorated tie come into the restaurant, looking around curiously. The Bad Guys gasped in surprise.
"That's gotta be Loco y Malo," Shark guessed
Thinking it was him, the Bad Guys put their game faces on as Wolf declared, "Okay, guys; it's showtime!" Wolf picked up the dish and they all went up to the man.
Hornet greeted him by asking the man, "Table for one, sir?"
"That'd be lovely," he replied as Hornet led him to a table and usher him to sit.
Piranha opened up a napkin and placed it on his lap.
Wolf presented the dish to the man, "Might I recommend our signature dish: the Dinner Wand."
Shark placed some utensils by the man's side, Tarantula placed a glass by the man's other side, and poured some wine into it. The Bad Guys watched in anticipation to see if he would like it.
The man was amazed to see how the Dinner Wand looked, "Oooh."
"That's one 'Oooh' and he hasn't even tasted it" Shark whispered excitedly.
The man then started to try the Dinner Wand, putting some food into his mouth and chewing it, "Oooh."
"That's two," Snake whispered excitedly, the Bad Guys getting more excited that their dish seemed to be well-liked so far.
The man took another bite of the food and seemed to be loving it, saying happily, "Oooh."
"Three," Tarantula commented eagerly as they were all jumping excitedly, anticipating that this might just work.
The man took another bite from the Dinner Wand, and seemed delighted, "Oooh."
"Four," Wolf whispered as they jumped excitedly and happily. They were getting closer.
The man then took another bite of food from the Dinner Wand, and appeared to be loving it, saying slowly, "Oh..." the Bad Guys leaned in and listened to hear if he was gonna finish the sentence. The minute the man said, "Ooooh,"
The Bad Guys all jumped around happily.
"That's five "Oooh's!" Hornet squeaked.
"He's so gonna give us a rave review," Piranha commented eagerly.
The Bad Guys were all dancing around happily, excited that they were gonna get an amazing review on their Dinner Wand. They thought that this would be the game changer that was gonna save the restaurant.
Until...
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"'Meh'?!" they all commented in shock at their home at night when they saw online that their Dinner Wand review was a "meh."
"How could he give us a 'meh'?" Snake asked in shock/confusion.
"Maybe we should've set it on fire," Shark suggested.
"Shark, that 'meh' could cost us the restaurant," Wolf pointed out while behind him, Piranha was busy mixing something in a bowl and walked over to the kitchen to finish his prep.
Tarantula, still frustrated by what happened, pointed out, "You know, I don't get it. We all heard Loco y Malo say, 'Oooh. Oooh. Oooh. Oooh. Oh... oooh.'"
"Unless..." suddenly, Hornet had a new thought, suggesting, "That wasn't Loco y Malo."
"But he's the only person we served. Who else could it have been?" Snake inquired.
While the other Bad Guys were trying to figure out what was going on, Piranha was in the kitchen, tasting whatever he was mixing in the bowl he had. However, he felt that the flavor was lacking, and commented, "Meh."
That "meh" got his friends' attention, making them all turn their heads toward him and giving him incredulous looks.
Piranha saw the looks his friends were giving him and commented, "What? It...needs salt. I think there's some...not in here," he tried to anxiously walk away, carrying the bowl with him. However, his friends were quick to follow him.
"Uh, Piranha, did you just say 'meh?'" Tarantula asked.
Trying to cover up what he said, he made an excuse, "Uh, no, I said, uh... I said 'Mira.'"
"Pretty sure it was 'meh'," Snake stated with his arms crossed while Wolf, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet were nodding in agreement.
"Well, I'm telling you, it was 'Mira,'" Piranha retorted, trying to cover up what he really said.
"Why would you say 'Mira'? She's not even here," Wolf pointed out.
Piranha knew Wolf hit a good point, and changed his answer, "You're right. I-I said, 'Guacmiramole."'
"Nobody says that," Hornet replied with a sassy tone.
Another good point started to make Piranha more nervous, as he changed his response again to, "Oh, yes, then it must have been, uh, 'Guacamolmira.'"
"No one says that either," Shark pointed out while walking up to Piranha.
With another good point landed, Piranha changed his answer again, "Oh, uh, then I meant to say, uh 'Guacmiramolmira.' Everybody says that," and proceeded to walk away in the other direction. However, his friends were still on his tail.
"Is there something you want to tell us, Piranha?" Wolf asked, giving Piranha a chance to confess.
"I mean, noth—nothing really comes to mind," he hesitantly replied back, deciding to try and play it cool by offering the bowl he was mixing, "Fresh 'guacmiramolmira'?"
Tarantula then declared, "Admit it; you're Loco y Malo!"
Piranha tried to hesitantly deny it, arguing back, "What? No."
"Admit it," Shark shouted.
"Uh, no," Piranha answered back.
"Admit it!" Snake yelled.
"No," Piranha still replied the same answered.
"Admit it!" Wolf exclaimed.
"No," Piranha chuckled nervously.
"Admit it," Hornet took Piranha's bowl of guacamole away.
Left with a guac-filled spoon, and his friends staring down at him, Piranha finally couldn't hold it in, and confessed "Okay, fine! I'm Loco y Malo," Displeased his identity was revealed, he grumpily asked, "You happy?"
The rest of the Bad Guys all seemed content with their answer at first as Hornet approached Piranha closely, and said, "Yeah," Then, he pulled one of the flaps of Piranha's shirt open and dumped the bowl of guacamole, much to Piranha' helpless protests, down his shirt.
Feeling the squishy dip stain and litter his clothes, and seeing his other friends laughing, finding it amusing to them, Piranha groaned while saying as he moved around uncomfortably, "This is exactly why Loco y Malo likes to be anonymous."
Once Piranha, now with stained clothes, had settled down, Hornet confronted him, asking, "What were you thinking, Piranha? This could ruin everything we've worked for. How could you give us a bad review?"
"Because.." Piranha started to reply, admitting, "As Loco y Malo, I have a responsibility to give my readers the truth."
"Yeah, and as our friend, you also have a responsibility to us," Hornet pointed out.
"I bet he's just mad 'cause we wouldn't feature his Carnival of Oruro Muncher," Snake argued back.
Piranha was quick to retort, "That's not why I posted it. No matter how mad I was as Piranha, as Loco y Malo, I gave my completely honest opinion."
Wolf then stepped to the side, declaring, "I'm calling a huddle," he ushered Snake, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet to join him. Piranha was about to join them before Wolf turned his head and told him, "Minus Loco y Malo."
Piranha ceremoniously took off his chef hat and asked, "Is Piranha still invited?"
"No! Piranha sits there and thinks about what Loco y Malo did," Shark scolded Piranha like a parent while pointing to a chair for Piranha to sit in.
As Piranha walked over to go sit in the chair Shark pointed out, the rest of the Bad Guys were together in the huddle, a few feet away from him.
"Alright, what do we do?" Tarantula asked.
Hornet got an idea, suggesting, "Alright, I've got it. We'll have Loco y Malo review us again, but this time, we'll just serve him Piranha's Carnival of Oruro Muncher."
"Perfect! He's sure to give himself five "ooh's," Snake replied, thinking it was a good idea.
With the fivesome coming to an agreement on what to do, they then broke the huddle and faced Piranha.
"Okay, here's how this is gonna go down," Wolf was about to tell him, but he was cut off by Piranha
"Guys, I heard the whole thing; you're three feet away," Piraha confessed
"So, you'll do it, right?" Snake asked.
He answered while standing up, "Absolutely. Piranha looks forward to cooking the Carnival of Oruro Muncher, and Loco y Malo looks forward to reviewing it."
"I'm not sure which one of you I'm talking to, but whoever it is, tell the other one he's weird," Shark commented while looking weirded out.
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The next day, at the restaurant, Piranha was sitting at the table, reading over the menu, while the rest of the Bad Guys were standing behind him, waiting for their friend to finish looking over the menu.
"Have you decided on what you'll be having yet, sir?" Snake asked Piranha as if he was a stranger.
Piranha, with a serious look on his face, replied, "Let's see. Let's see. Let's see. Do you have any bisque?"
"We do not," Tarantula replied, resisting the urge to grit her teeth from the lack of patience.
Hornet then chimed in, asking happily, "Might I suggest the Carnival of Oruro Muncher?" adding with strain in his voice, "The ONLY thing on the menu."
Piranha nodded in agreement as Wolf took the menu from him, "Okay, so that's one Carnival of Oruro Muncher."
"Would you like that set on fire?" Shark offered to Piranha.
"How does the chef recommend it?" Piranha asked.
"Not set on fire," Snake replied quietly to Shark through gritted teeth.
"One Carnival of Oruro Muncher 'not set on fire,'" Shark replied to Piranha's question, mimicking when Snake was gritting his teeth.
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One Carnival of Oruro Muncher later, Piranha was feasting on his creation, with his friends watching closely.
Upon the first bite, Piranha comments,d admiring the flavor, "Oooh."
"One," Hornet whispered happily, with Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Tarantula jumping in excitement with her before they quickly regained their composure.
On the next bite, Piranha tasted another new flavor sensation, making him say in interest, "Oooh."
His friends celebrated quietly by jumping up and down again while Shark whispered, "Yes! Two!"
When Piranha took a third bite of the food, he felt another new flavor hit, making him say, "Oooh."
His friends jumped up and down happily as Snake whispered, "Yes! Three," while they anticipated what Piranha's response would be next.
Piranha took another bite of his own food again, and replied, "Oooh."
His friend jumped happily again as Wolf said quietly, "That's four!"
Piranha took another bite of the food, feeling another new flavor, as he started to say, "Oh.." His friends leaned forward to hear what he was gonna say.
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"'Meh'?" they all, excluding Piranha, shouted in shock when they saw the review on Piranha's laptop after the taste testing was over.
By the line over at the end of the restaurant, Mira misheard the Bad Guys, turning her head while asking, "Yeah, did you guys call me?"
Hornet quickly clarified, "We weren't talking to you, Mira," before she asked Piranha, "How could you give us another 'meh'?"
"I don't get it, Piranha. We heard you say 'oooh' five times," Snake pointed out.
Piranha held his head while saying, "I said it, but I just couldn't write it."
"Why not?" Tarantula inquired, adding on, "The Carnival of Oruro Muncher was your creation."
Piranha sighed while saying, "I'm sorry. The critic in me has to be honest with the chef in me. And the chef in me stinks."
"What are you talking about? We all tasted it, and it was delicious. Even I had to sacrifice to eat meat," Hornet asked, wanting to know why Piranha was thinking about himself like this.
"I can't come back from a review like this," Piranha commented in response.
"But Loco y Malo said, "This chef shows promise," Wolf mentioned while pointing to a comment on the blog.
"Well, what does he know?" Piranha answered while looking at the computer screen.
"He's you," Wolf answered, clarifying Piranha was also Loco y Malo.
"Well, what do I know?" Piranha asked, feeling frustrated.
"Then, don't post it!" Tarantula stated clearly.
Piranha groaned while pointing out, "I have to; I have a deadline."
"Well, call the editor and tell him you're not gonna make it," Shark suggested.
"I'm also the editor," Piranha admitted, saying this as frustration flowed through his veins and he clenched his hands tight.
Hornet slammed the computer shut and lifted it, "Look, you can't post that review. It'll ruin the restaurant, and Mr. and Mrs. Gardener will definitely close it down," he dodged a lunging attempt from Piranha, who tried to get the computer back.
Piranha then grabbed the laptop and tried to pull it back, but Hornet, giving his every strength, pulled it back too, not wanting to let go.
"Hey," Hornet shouted while trying to pull.
"Let go," Piranha shouted back, not loosening his grip one bit.
"You let go," Hornet shouted back.
Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Tarantula joined Hornet's side and tired to help pull the laptop towards her.
"It's five against one; you'll never win," Shark clarified.
"Wrong; it's five against six," Piranha retorted, saying, "I'm Loco y Malo, Chef Piranha, editor Piranha, Singer Piranha, and Regular Piranha."
"That's five," Shark pointed out in confusion.
Piranha saw the point Shark made, and clarified, "Oh. And also Stomping Piranha."
"Who?" his friends asked in confusion.
On cue, Piranha kicked his Wolf and Shark's feet and Snake's tail, making them bend down and shout in pain, while Tarantula and Hornet had their guard down, and lost their grip on the laptop, giving Piranha the perfect chance to grab his laptop and run off to a nearby table.
He opened it and was about to get his review posted, but then, he heard Wolf's voice, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
He looked up and gasped when he saw his friends back up, holding burger buns, hot dog buns, fries, soda cups, ice cream cones and cups, pizza slices, sandwiches, chicken legs, and other fast food.
"Step away from the laptop," Hornet declared
"All of you," Shark added, referring to the original and other versions of Piranha.
Piranha didn't seem to feel threatened, Oh, yeah? Who's gonna make me?"
That response got him ducking down to avoid getting pelted by fast food his friends were chucking at him, also making him close his laptop upon doing so.
The commotion also got Mira and her co-workers, who were supposedly in line for another restaurant.
"Is that a food fight?" One of them, a female one, asked.
"This place is picking up!" Another female journalist commented.
"It's not fire, but I'm in," a male journalist commented happily as all the other customers in the line turned and were amazed by what they were watching.
"Food fight," Mira declared happily, as the crowd was now starting to get excited, and even ducked to avoid a few bits of food that was flying towards them.
Rachel came running, blowing a whistle and pushing a cart with a tarp over it, before she shouted, "Everybody, stop! What is wrong with you?! This isn't a fair food fight." She then pulled off the tarp, revealing more bowls of food set to be thrown and chucked, declaring, "Now, it's fair. Food away!"
People from the line all started to grab some of the food from the bowls, and threw them at the Bad Guys and at each other with the Bad Guys did the same with other people, Everyone now getting into the spirit of the food fight, and had fun doing so. It was a madhouse in the restaurant, and no food was eaten. The whole place became a mess and food was wasted. But nobody cared. They loved to hit each other with food.
Suddenly, the madness also stirred the owners of the restaurant to come in
"Guys! Bad Guys!" Mrs. Gardener yelled.
"What is going on?!" Mr. Gardener asked with a toupe on his head.
When they saw the scene that was going on, they had to duck their heads to avoid getting hit by some of the food. Mr. Gardener even used the sign as a shield to block him and his wife from getting pelted by food while trying to stop the madness.
Even while they used the sign as a shield, Mr. Gardener got hit anyway, "Ow, that totally hurts!"
But even they couldn't stay protected for long and wound up starting to get overwhelmed by the food pelting.
"Guys, I thought you wanted to save the restaurant, not destroy it!" Mrs. Gardener announced.
With the commotion starting to slow down, Tarantula replied, "Sorry, but we found out Piranha's the Loco y Malo."
That revelation made everyone gasp in shock
"And he was gonna post a bad review about the restaurant," Hornet added defensively.
That revelation then made both restaurant owners gasp
"Mr. Piranha, how could you give us a bad review?" Mr. Gardener asked in shock.
Shark then let out a ceremonious gasp, which made Mr. and Mrs. Gardener turn their heads and face him as Shark saw that they were done already, "Oh, we're done with that?"
Piranha started to apologize, "I'm sorry. I just can't lie to my readers."
"We're sorry about all this," Wolf apologized as well.
"We just really don't want the restaurant to close down," Snake added.
"Well, we have some news and we think you're gonna like it," Mrs. Gardener responded.
"We decided to keep it open," Mr. Gardener declared.
The Bad Guys all gasped and cheered happily.
"We saw how much hard work you guys put into saving it, and we realized how much you care about it," Mrs. Gardener happily replied.
"Plus, our accountant told us it would be a financial disaster to close it, so...." Mr. Gardener also admitted, taking into account th financial perspective of it.
"Is Piranha your accountant too," Shark asked.
"No," Mr. Gardener replied at first before pointing to someone, "He is."
the Bad Guys looked and saw that it turned out to be the same guy they had first served the Dinner Wand to.
The man waved at them, "Oh, hi."
The Bad guys were surprised that they served their food to Mr. and Mrs. Gardener's accountant, which was worth the shot now that the accountant won't allow the restaurant to close.
"Heh. It's a small world after all," Hornet chuckled.
With everything settled, Mrs. Gardener then spoke up, "Okay, let's get this restaurant cleaned up and abc open for business."
Just before everyone could get to work cleaning up the restaurant, Mira then stepped forward, spotting something that made her ask, "Uh, is that smoke?"
The Bad Guys and the restaurant owners turned their heads and noticed smoke coming out from the kitchen.
"Well, that's weird. I preheated the oven, but I didn't put anything in it," Mr. Gardner confessed.
Just then, to their shock, the oven caught on fire, erupting in bright flames.
Despite being shocked by this, Shark commented out of the blue, "Hey, at least something got set on fire."
"Run, people," Rachel came running out, gesturing for everyone to quickly evacuate.
The old lady before was holding the fries in her hand as the waitress shouted, "Forget the fries, grandma," She tossed them out of her hands before leading her out with the rest of the crowd.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Gardener noticed the awful toupee her husband had and quickly yanked it off his head, throwing it into the fire, much to his horror, before they both ran and escaped the flaming kitchen.
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When the fire crew soon came and put out the fire, the entire kitchen was a burnt mess, and the restaurant looked like it just got a gloomy shade of ash grey, but at least the whole thing hadn't completely collapsed and demised. The restaurant was still standing, but the interior was an ash-covered wasteland.
The fire captain came out of the kitchen, telling Mr. Gardener, MRs. Gardener, and the Bad Guys "Well, the fire definitely started in the oven. Found this in here," He pulled out a shiny metal square that said "Suggestion Box" on it.
Mr. Gardener knew exactly where it came from, "Suggestion box," He showed it to his wife, who had a sheepish/nervous smile.
"Oops. guess that wasn't really the best hiding place," she commented, feeling guilty for what happened.
The fire captain then pulled out something that was still smoking a bit, "Good news, though: we were able to save this."
The item turned out to be Mr. Gardener's toupee, which made Mrs. Gardener groan loudly and desperately.
Mr. Gardener replied as he accepted the toupee, "Thank you, Fireman Handsome- I mean, Hudson. That's what she calls you," He pointed to his wife.
"Just one time," she clarified as the fire captain soon left while her husband placed his now messed up toupee back on his head.
Snake examined how badly damaged the restaurant looked before asking the accountant behind them, "So, how much will it cost to rebuild the restaurant?"
The accountant checked on his calculator, saying as the rest of the family peered over to look, "Well..."
He then showed the total on his calculator to the restaurant owners and the Bad Guys, their eyes widening from how expensive it appeared, declaring in shock/unison, "Oooh."
Now stuck with no idea how to fix it.
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Credits:
Sam Rockwell - Mr. Wolf
Marc Maron - Mr. Snake
Craig Robinson - Mr. Shark
Anthony Ramos - Mr. Piranha
Awkwafina - Ms. Tarantula
Rhenzy Feliz - Mr. Hornet
Brian Stepanek – Mr. Timothy Gardener
Allison Munn – Mrs. Angel Gardener
Stephanie Beatriz - Mira Rose
Andy Samberg - Male Journalist #1
Joe Lo Truglio - Male Journalist #2
Melissa Fumero - Female Journalist #1
Chelsea Peretti - Female Journalist #2
Gabrielle Elyse - Rachel
Dio Johnson - Fireman Hudson
Tom Choi as Sophisticated Guy
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Author
aggimaginary
Co-Author:
MasterClass60
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So you're a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can't get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad tight
Might seduce your dad type
I'm the bad guy
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The entire chapter is based on Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn: Quad With A Blog.
Special thanks to MasterClass60 for helping me in this entire chapter.
Piranha's alias "Loco y Malo" is translated as "crazy and bad", describing himself to be one.
I hope you like the new chapter. There is more soon!
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RESISTERE TENTATIONEM: CAPITULUM II
TĒCTUS: Covered, concealed, hidden, having been covered, hidden or concealed
Pairings: Damian Priest x Reader
Warnings: +18, mature content
Editor: @thenightmareismyreality
Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @alyhull , @bellalutionn , @aerynscrichton , @serpantscorpio8497 , @ava-valerie , @omegasshyghuleh6661ghosts , @squirreledelman , @cazxcx , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @bayley-no-friends , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @sassymox
Notes: I would like to thank @letsgivethisonemoreshot , for not only being my partner in crime with this trilogy but also being one of the best friends someone could ever have 😘 This is fully written in Damian’s POV. If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist
Want to hear a joke that’s really in poor taste? The Mother Superior of the famous Mary Magdalene Convent (isn’t that ironic) is being accused of hosting ‘parties’ to the oh so loving convent donors. And you know who isn’t invited to those parties? Jesus Christ. Because the Devil sure loves to be a part of them! Drugs, orgies, alcohol, prostitution, even black masses... you name it! Everything that is unholy happens in the so-called house of holiness, and if that isn’t a bad taste joke, I don’t know what is.
So here I am now, driving towards the Devil’s den: the Mary Magdalene convent for three torturous days of interviews. Out of all of the reporters from The New York Times, of course I was the one who drew the short straw and got assigned this article. Some people see this as a career changing opportunity... a blessing, but me? I see it as a fucking curse! I don’t like religion, I don’t like churches, I don’t like priests and I sure as hell don’t like nuns! Anything that has the word “holy” in it, I prefer to be as far away as I possibly can from. But today was not my lucky day….no, today was the day that I was going to be tested. The only thing I’m hoping for is to not fail.
I knocked on the convent’s door and a young lady answered me.
“Hi, good morning. I’m Damian Priest, reporter from The New York Times and I’m here for an interview with” I looked down at my notepad “Mrs. Y/N L/N? Whom I believe is the Mother Superior”
The young girl only nodded once and motioned for me to follow her, without saying a word.
I followed her in, mesmerized by the size of the convent, the whole place was fancy as fuck on the inside. Art pieces from famous painters were displayed on the walls, modern furniture, dim lights that made the place look cozy and inviting. *What a scam* I thought to myself. The young lady in front of me suddenly stopped walking and pointed towards the door in front of her before turning around and leaving.
Presuming that it was the Mother Superior’s office, I knocked on the door twice before someone told me to come in. You see, when they told me I was going to be interviewing the Mother Superior of a convent, the last thing I expected was for her to not only be beautiful, but young (considering I was under the impression that women in that position were around sixty years old). She was breathtaking to say the least! Soft features, her skin had an angelic glow to it and there was something in her eyes that trapped you in them...something you could not turn your gaze away from no matter how bad you wanted to.
“Mr. Priest, please sit down” She smiled
I nodded and sat on the chair in front of her desk
“Thank you for taking some time out of your busy schedule to speak with me, Mother Y/L/N-“
“Please, call me Y/N” Her sultry voice spoke
“Y/N” I tested the word on my lips and it sounded oddly pleasant
She smiled softly and...fuck she’s gorgeous! Her beauty was a painful and constant reminder of what you couldn’t have, couldn’t touch, couldn’t-“
“Mr. Priest?” She said softly
“Damian”
“Damian, would you like something to drink? Coffee, water, juice, tea perhaps?”
“No, I’m good. Thank you” I answered, while grabbing my notepad and a pen out of my backpack. Clearing my throat, I said “Can we get started with the pre-interview?”
“Of course” She smiled widely and reached for a cigarette pack on top of the table, which made me raise an eyebrow
“We all have our dirty little secrets, don’t we, Damian?” She asked, licking the cigarette filter before sucking it
*Am I going crazy?* I thought to myself
“Damian? Your first question is?” She giggled
“Ummm” I cleared my throat once again “Y/N, recently the convent was involved in a huge scandal involving drugs, prostitution, orgies and black masses. Would you like to clarify why an institution that’s deeply connected to the church is in the middle of something so profane?”
She grinned “God is in the most profane things, Damian. After all, the sinners are the ones who need Him the most, aren’t they?”
“I’m not sure if I follow-”
“You see” She took a long drag on her cigarette and walked towards me “God is our Lord and savior. He forgives us from our sins, grants us forgiveness to our most foul actions” She sat down on the chair beside me “If you steal from someone and repent; He’ll forgive you, kill someone and repent; He’ll save you, cheat on your wife with the hot, young next door neighbor and repent; He’ll brush it underneath the carpet and pretend it never happened” She shrugged “God doesn’t judge, Damian. He only forgives” She leaned forward on the arm of the chair, until she was uncomfortably close to me “So if the big boss himself doesn't judge anyone, then why should I?”
“And what does judgment have to do with drugs, orgies and sin?”
She smiled “How can God forgive you if you don’t sin, Damian?”
“And how can God forgive his so-called followers who incite others to sin, Y/N?”
“Incite others to sin?” She chuckled “Are you talking about the allegations, the donors or yourself?” She smirked
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Since we’re so far from town I was informed that I would have to spend the night at the convent. They showed me my bedroom and it looked pretty fancy. King size bed, Egyptian sheets, expensive furniture. Everything was oddly normal, except for the weird dream I recalled having. I was at the convent, lost, calling for help because I somehow ended up locked in here. I was inside what looked like a large basement, the room was only lit by red lights, a faint smell of leather took over my nostrils as I heard someone moaning softly in my ear…a woman. And the weirdest thing was that I could’ve sworn I felt her breath against my ear. Needless to say I woke up with my dick as hard as a rock and had to spend a solid thirty minutes trying to get rid of a very painful boner, which did not leave me no matter how many times I came. Half hard and inside a convent...yeah, I’m definitely going to Hell!
“How did you sleep, Damian?” Was the first thing I was asked when I walked into the Mother Superior’s office in the morning. Something in her voice told me she knew exactly what I had done underneath the shower.
“Good”
“I bet you woke up feeling much better after a good night of rest, right?” She smiled devilishly and I just nodded
“Would you mind if we took a tour through the convent at some point?” I asked, quickly changing subjects
“Of course not! Let me know when you want one”
I nodded and began to ask my questions
“So, why do so many men keep coming and going from this convent? Seems like the place men shouldn’t be”
“The only men who come to the convent, Damian, are maintenance, the donors for the ‘thank you parties’ we host and now you” She smiled
“How do you get so many people to keep donating?”
“We don’t oblige anyone to do anything. People are still kind enough to see the work we do for those in need and they get touched by it. So God is the one who inspires them to donate, Damian. Not me”
“I’ve noticed a lot of fancy things here. Shouldn’t the money be going to something else?”
“The ‘fancy’ things you see are gifts from the donors. Things they felt in their hearts they should give us freely. We don’t buy things for the convent, apart from food. That’s one of the rules”
“Speaking of rules” I looked at her “Why are you smoking? Isn't that not allowed?”
“We don’t have rules against smoking here, Damian. The choice to do it or not is personal, but there are no rules for it. It’s not forbidden or a sin. Now, if you think nuns shouldn’t smoke, I suggest you pay a visit to the convents in Rome and give them a piece of your mind about their choices regarding health”
I chuckled at her comeback
“Why so cynical about our good intentions?” She licked her lips
“Because you don’t have any” I spat
“We live for helping those in need, Damian” She pointed towards my visible bulge
“Helping those in need, huh? And what do you get out of it?”
She walked towards me “Satisfaction in its purest form” She lifted one hand up and caressed my lower belly over my shirt “It’s incredible how much providing relief to others can trigger the biggest pleasure in our bodies...to see their eyes semi-closed in...relief is so rewarding to me”
I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably. “And just how needy do these people have to be?” I was speaking in financial terms of course
“Very needy” Her hand toyed with my jeans button “Some even have trouble sleeping due to their neediness, so you can see how a helping hand goes so well in this case...even the right mouth, you know to profess the Lord’s word”
“And just how many of these ‘charitable acts’ have you been involved with?” I felt my cock grow harder and harder
“Directly? Only when things get too hard, Damian” Her hand brushed against my hard bulge “That’s when I offer my help, so things can stop getting so hard and painful”
I gulped as I tried to shift away from her touch “So what, you just have all these other poor girls do your dirty work for you?” I try to keep my serious composure
“I’m not afraid of getting dirty, Damian. The girls do what they can, what they’re instructed to...but sometimes things get so hard that I have no other option but intervene” She pulled the fly of my jeans down “Then, once the seed of evil is finally spilled, things can go back to being soft again” She leaned in closer “Would you like a demonstration, Damian? I’m sure you have some kind of evil inside you that needs to be released” She asked with a sinister smile reaching her hand into the waistband of my boxer briefs
“I’m just here for work, Y/N, I have nothing to donate”
“Don’t worry about it. My girls will not be involved in this...it will be our little secret”
“I would like the tour now, please”
She smirked “Of course” and stepped away from me “This way” She went out the door as if nothing had happened
“Psycho bitch” I whispered to myself, as I pulled the fly of my jeans up and tied my hoodie around my waist to cover up the boner.
“This way we have the nuns bedrooms” She pointed towards a hallway “Kitchen, restrooms, archives, laundry room, storage for cleaning supplies, pantry” She explained each room, until we were outside “The patio, garden; where we cultivate flowers, fruits and vegetables, garage and the chapel is this way”
She walked towards a medium sized chapel in the middle of the garden, it looked like a regular chapel on the inside. It had an altar with a bible on it, a pulpit, a big cross, devotional statues of catholic saints, wooden benches and a confessional. Candles were lit up all over the place and everything looked normal. Scarily normal, until I noticed a few nuns who were sat on one of the benches staring at me with a weird look on their eyes
“Why are they looking at me like that?” I asked Y/N
“Like what?”
“Like, with...” I trailed off
“With desire?” She whispered in a mocking tone
I looked down at her speechless
“One could say that you’re a little too obsessed with the lust theme, Damian” She smiled “It’s all you can think about ever since you got here, dear. You should be careful” She licked her lips and pulled me by my hand towards her office again.
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Later that night while I was trying to get some sleep, I began to hear some mumbling. Muffled voices kept saying something unintelligible and filling up the bedroom with mainly female voices. But one of the voices sounded too familiar to me...
I stood up from the bed and began to search in the room where those voices could be coming from, and as I almost gave up, I found it. A small hole of the size of a coin, in the concrete wall in front of my bed. Scooting closer to the wall, I knelt down and peeked through the hole, but weirdly enough, the room was pitch black. The mumbling started again and they soon became moans. Above all the moaning voices, one stood out to me. It was Y/N’s voice, she moaned softly while she said something I couldn’t quite understand. Her voice was filled with lust, her moans were pornographic and I could swear she was moaning my name. It both frightened and turned me on, so I did what any wise man would do. I returned to the bed, laid down and jerked off before falling into a deep slumber.
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“Wake up” Someone softly whispered in my ear
I quickly opened my eyes and my heart was beating at a frantic pace due to the fright.
A young girl was sitting down on my bed “Please, follow me” was all she said before standing up and leaving my room
I was so confused that I didn’t even bother to grab a t-shirt, so I just followed her down the hall barefoot and only with a pair of sweatpants on. Looking outside the hallway windows, I could see that the sky was still dark, which could only mean it was the late hours of morning.
She took me inside the laundry room and pressed a button underneath the folding clothes table. A door opened and a red light lit up the dark wooden stairs. I continued to follow her down the stairs, and we began to walk down a long hallway that looked more like a basement. The whole place had only red lights as the lighting source, so it took my eyes a while to get used to it.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, but only received silence as a response
We walked for what felt like ten minutes until we reached a black wooden door with an iron door knocker. She knocked on the door four times and left.
“Is this a prank?” I asked myself, after five minutes of standing there alone. Suddenly the door opened, but I couldn’t see anything other than darkness ahead
“Hello?” I called from the doorway, but no one answered back
The thing that made me such a great reporter was my utter curiosity, and even with all my senses screaming ‘don’t go in there!’ I decided to listen to my curious side instead, and went into the room. As soon as I stepped a foot inside, the door behind me closed shut.
The room was pitch black and I stumbled across a few items. I placed my hand on top of what felt like a table so I could try to guide myself through the room, at least back to the door again so I could leave. When suddenly I felt several pairs of soft hands on my torso pulling me back.
“What the fuck?” I gasped in shock
But before I could make a move, my wrists and ankles were tied to a wooden surface and a red light turned on in the room
Five nuns were in front of me, staring silently at my body
“Leave” Someone said from behind me, and the nuns obeyed and left
“I would be lying if I said you weren’t a beautiful sight” Y/N said, and and walked in front of me
“You psycho bitch” I growled and pulled at the restraints “Let me go!”
She smiled “Oh Damian...You don’t want that!” Her nails softly scratched my lower belly “And neither do I”
“You’re sick! Let me go, you fucking-“
“Na ah” She slapped me across the face “I’m done playing these pretending games” She lit up a cigarette “Pretend you didn’t jerk off to my moans, pretending you don’t want to fuck me...that gets tiring” She dipped her hand inside my sweatpants and found my semi hard bulge “You’ve wanted to fuck me ever since you laid eyes on me” She giggled and I licked my dry lips
“Those sinful, filthy, thoughts you’ve had, Damian” She closed her fist around my erection “You wanted to know what we do here, right? We purge that demon out of you” And scooted closer until her lips brushed against my own with every word she spoke
“We send him away, so he can’t bother you anymore” She freed my cock from my pants and began to pump her hand up and down “We release you from the seed of evil”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I panted
Y/N knelt down in front of me and darted her tongue out, licking my slit “Give me the seed of evil, Damian” and gave an open mouth kiss on my tip “Feed me with it” Licked the underside of my shaft “Release yourself from what’s been bothering you ever since you got here” Darting her tongue out “Use me to purify your soul” And opened her mouth wider.
At such a sight I had no other option but to buck my hips forward…
And chase for my cleansing
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