Damian: Okay, that's it! I had enough of your bullshit! We are settling this now!

Hank: Alright, so you want to catch these hands now....don't you?

Damian: I'm not going to be catching anything today, Hank

Hank: Oh trust me, you're going to be the best goalkeeper ever, cause you will catch everything I shoot at you.....and you're going to get hurt

Alice: H-Hank! Please go easy on him!

Hank: I'll try, but if he persists, then he's going to see a hospital bed waiting for him

Flippy: Are we really doing this?

Hank: Yes we are, Tricky!

Tricky: Is it time to throw down?!

Hank: Yeah, fuck that Build a Bear up like it's a toddler getting fucked up by a Pitbull

Everyone: 0_0

Tricky: :D

Hank walks over to Damian and grabs him by his hoodie, before the eldest son of Alice could do anything, Hank throws him through the wall of the house, and into the field behind.

Hank: Damn, that was a good throw

Alice: H-Hank!

Hank: What? Oh, my bad....don't worry, that's going to be the last severe amount of pain he will take

Tricky: Your ass is mine! Freddy Fazbear!

Flippy: Who the hell are you talking about?!

Tricky knocks Flippy onto the main street and deals with him. In the meantime, Hank was going to have an interesting conversation with Damian, but before he can leave, he is stopped by Girlfriend.

GF: [Kisses Hank] Good luck and win

Hank: You know it, although this should be easy

Hank didn't think anyone else had something to say, and was about to leave through the hole he created. But then Khole stands up and jogs over to Hank.

Khole: Hank, wait!

Hank: Yeah? What's up?

Khole pulls Hank's mask down and kisses him on the lips, she separates from Hank and puts his mask back on.

Khole: Please, make sure you bring him back to us. I can't believe I just kissed Hank!

Hank:.....Yeah, don't worry

Hank leaves through the hole, while Khole's face went bright red.

Khole: I-I can't believe it! D-Did I just do that?!

Kaity: You did! Well done Sister!

Alice: Yes, but next time, let me know about your feelings first, especially since we will be sharing the same man

GF: That's fair

Miku: Yes....very fair

Michael: Are you.....okay, Miku?

Miku: Oh I'm fine, let's call the police while we wait, and then look for someone to rebuild the damage caused to our house.

Alice: Fufufufu, she is definitely jealous, I can't believe it
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Hank's POV
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I left the house and walked into the fields behind the house, I found Damian immediately and he started to run away. I calmly approached him, and he pulls out a handgun, firing a few bullets at me.

I avoided him while still walking, just like Ultra Instinct Goku. Damian had a face of panic, but he tried to hide it from me while I just stared at him.

Damian: Stay back Hank! Just walk away!

Hank: Really? You're just going to threaten me after all I've done?

Damian: What? You expect me to be afraid of you? I don't care about the atrocities that you've committed, I can take care of myself, so I'll take care of you!

Hank: Okay then, run me up on that fade!

Damian takes out a crowbar from his back and starts to swing at me, I didn't even bother to take out my sword since it wasn't needed. I just blocked every strike with my arm and countered with a punch, staggering Damian.

He would step back a few times after every punch, and just looked defeated. I kept knocking him back, and he wasn't showing anything different.

Even when he took out his gun, I would not be fazed, then again, there is a clear gap between us.

Hank: So, want to give up? The offer is still there

Damian: S-Shut up! I'm not done yet!

Hank: You're not? Say less! I'll beat your ass for real now!

Damian: No.....I'll be taking things serious now!

I watch as Damian throws the crowbar at me, which I caught, but that was a distraction as he pulls out something else from his pocket. It was a syringe with a red liquid inside, and I could feel bad intentions from it.

But, I was also interested!

Hank: You going to use it?

Damian: I don't know.....do you want me to?

Hank: Go for it, let's see how much help this is.

Damian laughs and lifts up his sleeve before sticking the needle inside of his arm, where the vein was.
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3rd POV
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Before Damian was catching his ass whooping, Tricky was taking care of business by throwing hands with Flippy.

Tricky: Soap trusted you! I thought I could as well!

Flippy: What the hell even are you?!

Tricky doesn't answer and dives into Flippy head first, knocking him into a car. Flippy gets up and looks up at Tricky, the Demon Clown's laughter echoed through the air, a grating, insane cackle that seemed to warp reality itself.

Tricky: Come on, Flippy! Let's dance!

Tricky screams, his voice dripping with madness. Flippy's eyes narrowed, and his body tensed, his PTSD triggered, and a sinister grin spread across his face as he was ready for this fight.

Flippy: You're going down, clown!

Without warning, Tricky lunged forward, his stop sign slicing through the air. Flippy ducked just in time, the metal edge whistling past his ear.

He rolled to the side, drawing a pair of combat knives from his belt. The two circled each other, each waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Tricky was the first to break the stalemate. He swung his sign downwards with tremendous force, aiming for Flippy's head. Flippy sidestepped and slashed at Tricky's side.

His knife sliced through the clown's tattered clothing and drawing a spray of blackened blood. Tricky barely flinched, his grin widening as he twisted around to deliver a backhand blow with his sign.

The impact sent Flippy staggering backward, pain blooming across his ribs.

Tricky: Is that all you've got?! You smell of bitch energy!

Flippy wiped a trickle of blood from his mouth, his eyes blazing with fury. He rushed forward, feinting to the left before darting right, his knife plunging toward Tricky's chest. Tricky blocked with his sign, sparks flying as metal met metal.

They were locked in a deadly dance, blades clashing, each trying to find an opening. With a sudden burst of speed, Flippy spun behind Tricky, delivering a swift kick to the back of the clown's knee.

Tricky stumbled, and Flippy took the opportunity to drive his knife into Tricky's shoulder. Tricky screamed, a guttural, otherworldly sound, and retaliated with a wild swing of his sign.

The force knocked Flippy to the ground, but he rolled with the fall and came up on his feet, knives at the ready.

Flippy: How's that?! I only pricked you but you're screaming like a bitch!

Tricky: It's not that! I just realised that I left the microwave on! My muffins are going to be burnt!

Flippy: W......What?

Tricky: You bastard!

Tricky's movements grew more erratic, his attacks more frenzied. He summoned glowing red projectiles from thin air, hurling them at Flippy with unbridled rage.

Flippy dodged and weaved, his military training kicking in as he closed the distance between them. He threw one of his knives, the blade embedding itself in Tricky's thigh.

Tricky howled in pain but didn't slow down, his madness driving him forward. Flippy seized his chance. He lunged, tackling Tricky to the ground.

The two rolled on the road, a flurry of punches and kicks, each trying to gain the upper hand. Flippy's hand closed around a rock, and he smashed it against Tricky's head.

The clown's grip weakened, and Flippy delivered a final, decisive blow, his knife plunging into Tricky's chest.

Tricky's laughter turned into a choked gurgle. His body spasmed, and his eyes rolled back into his head, Flippy stood, panting, blood dripping from his wounds. He stared down at the fallen clown, his expression a mix of relief and lingering rage.

Flippy: How's that?! You freak show!

The area fell silent, with the only sound being the ragged breathing of the victor. The silence that followed the final shot was deceptive.

As Flippy lay on his back, breathing heavily and feeling the exhaustion wash over him, a faint, guttural chuckle pierced the stillness.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned his head to see Tricky's body twitching. The charred clown's form began to move, his laughter growing in volume and madness.

Flippy's heart sank as Tricky pushed himself to his feet, the bullet wound in his head sealing itself shut with an eerie crackle.

Tricky: Damn! I knew that I would let you have an opportunity, but I didn't expect you to actually take it! Well done!

Flippy: W-What the? How?!

Tricky: It's simple! You can't kill me! No one can kill the clown!

Before Flippy could react, the ground beneath Tricky began to tremble. An unnatural energy surged around the clown, twisting the air into a vortex of dark, chaotic power.

With a horrifying transformation, Tricky's body warped and expanded, his colors becoming a grotesque blend of black and red.

His limbs elongated, fingers turning into razor-sharp claws. His face morphed into a nightmarish mask of pure malevolence, eyes glowing with hellish fire.

This was Tricky's demonic form from MC 11, a creature of pure chaos and destruction.

At the same time, both Tricky and Flippy felt a huge power source coming from behind the house. It was clear that this was from Hank's fight, which got Tricky to laugh once again.

Tricky: Well, well! That fight is escalating just like this!

Flippy struggled to his feet, knowing that this fight had just escalated to a whole new level as Tricky had stated. Drawing his sidearm, he fired a series of shots at the transforming clown, but the bullets merely bounced off Tricky's new, hardened hide.

With a deafening roar, Tricky lunged at Flippy, moving with terrifying speed and ferocity.
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Back with Hank, he was seen avoiding attacks from a otherworldly creature. It was jumping in the air and slamming down towards him, Hank would dodge and watch as the creature crashes into the ground before trying again.

This....monster, was Damian after taking the substance he showed off.

Hank: What the hell? He is completely different, he's like.....Trollege.....then that means, Phobos was the one to do it!

And just like that, Hank had solved one of the mysteries that has been on his mind for a while now. It all makes sense, Phobos was there to change Trollege completely, making Hank battle it.

And now it's happening to Damian, but he looks nothing like he did before. Can he even bring him back to his normal state? He has to try, for Alice.

Damian: I'LL KILL YOU HANK! I'LL MAUL YOU UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT!

Well, at least he can still speak, despite him being crashed out.

Damian: This is my REAL POWER! My TRUE! POWER!

Hank: You think that is true power? Oh I'll show you what true power is.

Hank dodges another attack from Damian, but this time he retaliates by kicking him in the face. Damian didn't slide back, but he did feel the impact, he growls and tries to grab Hank but feels air only.

Confused, he looks around for Hank, only to feel something on his head. Standing there, was Hank, who felt like this was appropriate. Damian tries to attack Hank, but he misses when Hank jumps away and shoots Damian a few times in his face.

Damian didn't like that, despite taking them well, and attacked with his claws. Hank blocks it with his gun but takes another claw to the side. Hank jumps back and inspects the damage, it wasn't anything serious but he should be defensively responsible.

Damian: Scared that you haven't seen your blood for a while?

Hank: Hey now, I've see it plenty of times, so I'm not scared of what you can do. I'm still in base, so how about we kick things up a notch?

Damian: Do it! I don't mind!

Hank: Say less

Hank activates his madness mode, his red eyes shined bright through his visors. The sight slightly shook Damian, evident by him taking a step back, but he steeled his resolve and got ready to fight again.

He charges right back in, but found himself in the dirt when Hank beats him to the punch with a left hook powered by Discharge. He lands the blow to Damian's face, sending him sprawling in the ground.

Hank: Okay, so you're disappointing. It's clear that Phobos recruited you for your wits, not your physical strength. Even his drugs can't help you

Damian: You're going to eat this dirt when my hands are on you!

Hank: Woah! Pause No Diddy!
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Back with Tricky and Flippy, the Clown of Nightmares leaps at the Ex Military Veteran. Flippy barely managed to roll out of the way, the ground where he had stood moments before now a crater from Tricky's impact.

He scrambled to his feet, his mind racing. Conventional weapons were useless against this monstrosity, ge needed to think fast, and he needed to find a way to exploit any weakness.

Tricky's claws slashed through the air, barely missing Flippy as he darted behind a pile of twisted metal. The demonic clown's laughter echoed around him, a maddening symphony of chaos.

Flippy spotted a nearby abandoned construction site, its skeletal framework still standing amidst the ruins. An idea sparked in his mind, a last-ditch effort to use the environment against his foe.

Flippy sprinted towards the structure with Tricky in hot pursuit. The twisted beams and scaffolding offered some semblance of cover, but it wouldn't last long against the relentless assault.

Flippy grabbed a length of steel cable, his mind working frantically. As Tricky smashed through the obstacles, Flippy set his trap. Leaping from a high beam, Flippy swung the cable, wrapping it around Tricky's neck and pulling with all his might.

The demonic clown thrashed wildly, but Flippy held on, using the momentum to steer Tricky into a precarious section of the construction site.

With a final, desperate heave, Flippy directed Tricky's bulk into a support beam. The structure groaned ominously as the impact caused a chain reaction.

Steel beams and heavy equipment began to topple, crashing down around them. Flippy released the cable and dove for cover as the construction site collapsed.

A massive cloud of dust and debris engulfing everything. For a few tense moments, there was only silence. Then, the rubble shifted, and Tricky's distorted laughter emerged once more.

The demonic clown clawed his way out of the wreckage, his body now battered but still unnaturally resilient. His glowing eyes locked onto Flippy, who was bruised and bleeding but not ready to give up.

Flippy stood his ground, clutching a makeshift spear he had fashioned from a piece of rebar. Tricky advanced, his injuries healing with ease.

As they faced off one final time, Flippy knew that this was it, their ultimate confrontation. With a primal scream, Flippy charged, the spear aimed at Tricky's heart.

Tricky swung his claws, but Flippy ducked under the attack, driving the rebar into the clown's chest with all his strength. The impact sent a shockwave through both combatants, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.

Tricky's laughter faltered, his eyes flickering as if struggling against the pain. Flippy twisted the rebar, using every ounce of his willpower to keep it lodged in place.

The ground beneath them began to crack, energy surging from Tricky's form as his power destabilized.

In a final, desperate act, Flippy pulled a grenade launcher and fired the explosives. Flippy jumps away as Tricky was engulfed in the destruction.

It was silent once again, and Flippy was convinced that the battle was over. But he was so wrong as the silence was shattered by a sound that made Flippy's blood run cold. A low, guttural laugh, rising in volume and intensity.

From the epicenter of the crater, the air shimmered with an unnatural distortion. Flippy's heart pounded in his chest as he watched, helpless, as Tricky began to reconstitute himself from the chaos.

Bits of dark energy coalesced, forming Tricky's demonic visage once more. His eyes, burning with even greater madness, locked onto Flippy. This time, there was no hesitation, no semblance of humanity left. Tricky was pure, unrelenting malevolence.

Tricky: Did you forget what I told you?! You....can't....kill....me!

Tricky roared, his voice a twisted blend of fury and delight. He charged at Flippy, who, despite his exhaustion, raised his makeshift spear in a final act of defiance.

The fight was brief and brutal. Flippy's spear thrust was effortlessly swatted aside by Tricky's clawed hand. The demonic clown moved with blinding speed, closing the distance in an instant.

Flippy's combat-honed instincts kicked in, and he ducked and weaved, avoiding Tricky's initial attacks with his stop sign. But it was clear that he was running on empty, his movements slowing, his strength waning.

Tricky's next attack was decisive. His massive hand clamped around Flippy's throat, lifting him off the ground effortlessly. Flippy struggled, kicking and clawing, but it was like fighting against a steel vise.

Tricky's face twisted into a grotesque smile as he squeezed tighter, enjoying the sight of Flippy's desperate struggle.

With a flick of his wrist, Tricky hurled Flippy into a nearby boulder. The impact was bone-crushing, and Flippy crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath.

Before he could recover, Tricky was upon him, his claws raking across Flippy's chest with savage glee. Blood sprayed from the wounds, and Flippy's vision blurred from the pain.

Tricky's laughter echoed through the wasteland as he lifted Flippy again, this time by the arm. With brutal efficiency, he twisted, snapping the limb with a sickening crack.

Flippy's scream of agony was cut short as Tricky slammed him into the ground once more, the force of the impact knocking the wind out of him.

Flippy, battered and broken, looked up at Tricky with defiant eyes. Despite the overwhelming pain, he refused to beg for mercy. Tricky seemed to relish this defiance, his smile widening.

With slow, deliberate movements, he raised his clawed hand high, the stop sign in his grip, poised for the killing blow.

Tricky: This is the end, soldier!

Flippy's last sight was of Tricky's weapon descending toward him. The weapon goes through his chest and takes out his heart, Tricky takes out his weapon before opening his mouth.

He takes a large bite and detached the head of Flippy from his body. He starts to munch on his victory meal before blasting the body into ashes with a red blast from his mouth.

Tricky's laughter rose to a crescendo, echoing across the barren landscape as he tossed the heart aside and stood over his fallen foe. The area was silent once more, save for the sound of Tricky's mad cackling, a reminder that in this world of chaos, Tricky was a madman.

Tricky, triumphant and unstoppable, reveled in his victory, the darkness within him growing ever stronger.

Tricky: Haha! Ahhh, that was good! Okay Hank, it's your turn now!

Tricky returns back to normal before grabbing his weapon, and walking back to the house.

And now it was just Hank's battle with the abnormal Damian, although the fight wasn't on equal terms anymore as Hank was getting the upper hand on Damian with his Madness Mode.

Hank: So.....you done?

Damian: W-What the hell are you?! You're meant to be weaker than me!

Hank: Who decided that?

Damian: Phobos! Phobos said that I would be stronger! Stronger than you! Chemical Nexus is meant to make me the best! I worked....so.....HARD FOR IT!

Hank noticed that Damian's voice was slowly becoming more distorted as time went on, that meant he had to finish the fight now.

He wasn't concerned for himself, it was more for Damian who was losing himself to what the boy explained was called Chemical Nexus.

So, instead he opted to use his newest transformation, the Hunter Form. Once he enterd this state, Damian had backed up in fear, the aura Hank had around him was dense.

And not the black hole density that Hank had in his head.

This aura.....was based on intimidation.

Damian: W-What the hell is that?

Hank: This? This is what real power looks like, I used it to kill the Furry King himself, and now I'm going to use it to batter you and then Phobitch.

Damian: Y-You won't do that!

Damian roars and was going to attack, but Hank conjures a SMG and begins to fire at Damian, spraying him relentlessly. Damian backed off, but was trying to catch Hank off guard, using the fur on his back.

They sharpened themselves, and shot out like arrows. Hank throws the gun away and switches to a long machete, cutting the projectiles away.

Damian takes this opportunity to rush in, but Hank just cuts him when he got too comfortable closing in like that.

Damian: Agh! Afraid to use your actual sword?

Hank: Bitch please! You don't deserve to taste the Murasama! That's how much of a failure you are!

Damian: I am not a FAILURE!

Damian was losing his mind at this point, so Hank knew he had to end this now. Next, Hank pulls out an MG32, emptying the mag before switching to a Benelli M4, firing a shot that sends Damian crashing down.

Damian tries his best to get up, but Hank had the opening to deliver the final punch. And he did with a mean right charged with Outburst. The power output was too much for the creature inside of Damian, as it knocked the physical substance of Chemical Nexus out of Damian's body.

Damian lands hard on the ground, and the black mass around him had landed a few feet away. It reforms itself into the same creature it was before, so Hank sees no reason to hold back.

Hank: I'm sending your ass to Valhalla!

Hank summons up a fucking laser cannon and incinerates the Project Nexus monster into nothing. The laser cannon disperses and Hank returns back to normal, he walks over to Damian who was still on the ground and in slight discomfort.

Hank: So, you done being a little shit? Or do I actually have to give you CTE?

Damian: H-How? How did you get this much power?

Hank: I don't know, shit just happens. Now you have to understanding that you were nothing to Phobos, he just used you, kept things from you, and lied to you

Damian: He needed me!

Hank: Used You

Damian: H-He didn't know about my Father's Death to Hypno!

Hank: Kept Things From You

Damian: H-He s-said I would b-beat you with Project Nexus!

Hank: Lied To You....now are you going to come quietly?

Damian: Tch....j-just drag me back to my Mother already

Hank: Good, you've learnt your lesson

Hank drags Damian by the back of his hoodie and dragged him across the dirt. He just folded his arms in embarrassment, knowing what happened.

At the same time, Tricky jumps over the house and lands near the two, with his stop sign in hand.

Tricky: HAAAAAAANK!

Hank: What is it, Clown?

Tricky: I told you Hank! I told you that I would kill him!

Hank: Yeah yeah, congratulations or whatever.
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Hank's POV
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I drag Damian back to his family, with Tricky following behind. Immediately upon seeing me, Kaity jumps and plants her lips onto mine, I guess she didn't mind the mask in the way.

Kaity: You're okay!

Hank: Of course I am, did you really think I was going to get packed up by him?

Kaity: Nope, but I also have to be ready for bad moments

Hank: Well, with me, there won't be any bad moments......unless you're my enemy of course

Alice: [Kisses Hank] Thank you so much, Hank, for bringing my Son back

Hank: Hah, that rhymed, also no problem. I'm sure we won't be having any problems now, right boy?

Damian: Tch, just shut it already

Alice: Damian, no more bad attitude. You are going to learn how to love your family again, otherwise I will put a curfew on you

Damian: Oh God! Not a curfew!

I left Alice to deal with her rebellious Son and walked over to girlfriend, when she sees me, she walks over and pulls down my mask.

GF: [Kisses Hank] Good job Hank, you've helped this family so much

Hank: I'm literally in a relationship with the girls of this family, except for Miku-!

Miku: Okay! I can't wait no longer!

Miku walks over to me, pulls down my mask after I had placed it back on, and kisses me.....

Well that's all the girls now....do I even deserve this luck?

Probably not.....I mean....come on...it's me.

GF: O-Oh, well that was out of nowhere

Tricky: Nice, very niceu

Alice: About time, dear, I know what type of lyrics you had ready for a song

Kaity: Wait, those were referring to Hank?

Michael: How did you not come to that conclusion? It was so obvious

Khole: She could've just been writing a generic love song about flippin "Rolando" or "Eduardo" like most love songs.

Damian: W-What the....My Mother and Sisters....all love him?! WHAT HAVE I MISSED?!

Miku pulls away and almost seemed embarrassed with what she did. But I pat her on the head to reassure her that it was all good.

Hank: So, you have feelings for me?

Miku: F-For a while now, yes, is that okay?

Hank: Yes, but first I need the opinions of your Family since-

Alice: It's fine

Kaity: It is acceptable

Khole: I just confessed not too long ago, but she has my approval

Hank: Well.....there you go
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Woooo, a long chapter.

Hope that compensates for the recent smaller chapters we released.

Now about the ending to this Arc, well we are planning for Chapter 80 since it's only Phobos and Zardy left.

I wonder what these next few chapters are going go look like?