*[ Scott Malkinson]*

"God it reeks in here." Alpha Wolf complains, pinching his nose.  We have entered through the bathroom of the Peppermint Hippo. We then head into the main room from there.

"Oh my god I'm fucking blind. Nope I'm taking my glasses off, You're gonna have to lead me around cause my gay ass can't handle this." Alpha Wolf says taking off his glasses and grabbing onto my shoulder.

Maybe his Kryptonite should have been naked ladies then. Oh well. "Right, Uh well. That might be slightly problematic. We are super heroes after all. No matter we should be able to handle this. One of these ladies has information about the missing cats."

"Yeah but there's a shit ton of them. How the hell are we supposed to find the right girl?" Alpha wolf questions.

"We're gonna have to find someone and bring them to the VIP room. Wait by the Here by the entrance while I go find some one." I say leaving Alpha Wolf by the room.

I soon find some rather intoxicated gentlemen and convince them to follow me. "Alright I found a couple guys to help us out, just play along." I whisper to Dova.

He slowly puts his glasses back on and glares at the guys. "Hey, you two girls ready to party?" One slurs.

"So this is your friend huh? Seems pretty muscley but that's kinda hot." I have to elbow Alpha Wolf when he starts growling lowly.

"That's right! Wouldn't you like to take her to VIP?"

"I dunno she's got those weird wolf ears on."

"I like that though. You take the one with the speech impediment."

"Alright come on let's go in there and get some dances."

"I was thinking we could go in there and just talk." I suggest.

"Yeah, first we get dances then we talk."

"Oh. Okay." I say, heading inside. "Come on Alpha."

We head in and I start giving the brown haired gentleman his lap dance while Alpha Wolf just sits next to the other. He doesn't look very happy.

"So, have either of you gentlemen ever had a dance form a girl with a penis tattoo?" I ask.

"Hey we didn't come back here to talk baby." The man I'm giving a dance to responds.

"Yeah, no talking until you finish grinding on our chubs." The one next to Dova adds.

"Oh, Alright. Okay Alpha, you know what that means."

"It means I'm gonna bite this dudes fucking arm off." He says getting up.

"Hold up where the Fuck do you think you're going?" The man says grabbing Alpha Wolf by the arm and trying to pull him back.

"Let. Me. Go." He growls out.

"No way! Not until- OW! What the fuck!" And Dova bit him.

"Did she just fucking bite you?"

"Yeah! She fucking bit me!"

"Well he did warn you." I say.

"He? Wait what the fuck you're both guys!?" The dude behind me shouts. I proceed to jump off of him and stand by Dovahkiin's side while the two drunken gentlemen stand side by side.

"Yeah and why the fuck do you want to know about Classi so much? You hopping to get it on with her?"

"Her name is Classi?" I ask.

"Yeah Classi with an I and a dick that hangs of the c and fucks the l out of the A-S-S. Why the fuck do you care?"

"Because I am Captain Diabetes and this here is my superhero companion Alpha Wolf!" I inform them.

"What? What kind of superhero bites some one asking for a lap dance!?"

"One that has some fucking pride." Alpha Wolf growls.

"My companion and I simply used our power of disguise to extract information from you."

"Hey you won't get away with this Captain Diabetes and Alpha Wolf!"

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]Dovahkiin's POV[

We finish off the horny drunk dudes an- and that sounded wrong. Let me rephrase.

We beat- no. We crushed the assholes into a bloody fucking pulp. There we go. And now we're back in Boobs ville. Ugh. I'm just gonna keep my head down to the ground.

"Alright, now what the hell do we do? We know her name but we don't know where she is." I ask.

"Hmm. Ah that's it! The DJ calls the bitches' names and they come out of that back room."

"So what we just wait for him to call out her name?"

"Nah that'll take to long. We need to distract the DJ."

"I mean he keeps asking for a drink so maybe get him one and do something to it or something?" I suggest.

"Yes of course! Gin and Tonic always knocks my mom out. If we can get one and spike it with something really strong or a bunch of nasty things, he'll be out for sure!"

"Alright, you try and find a Gin and Tonic and I'll find all the nasty shit." I say walking towards the door that says "Private" on it.

"Right! Meet back here once you've found everything." Scott says going off in search of the alcoholic beverage.

After entering the what I guess is the kitchen/ storage area, I put on some rubber gloves so that I don't actually have to touch any of the nasty shit. I picked up some rat poop and put it into an extra glove before back tracking a little. I then blow up the Stove cause I mean it doesn't look like anyone's used it in years anyways.

This resulted in a jar of what appears to be boogers and cum (god I'm gonna barf) breaking open. I then hold my breath and close one of my eyes before scooping some up and putting it in the glove with the rat poop.

I then head back out to the main area and pour the stuff into the drink that Scott got. I then carefully remove my gloves like they taught us in science class and throw them away.

"Okay I'm gonna vomit just looking at that. That is if the doesn't make me first." I say putting my shirt over my nose.

"Hmm. I don't know I think it needs one more thing." Captain Diabetes says.

Okay this is just gonna be for a bit of pay back for trying to get me to give that guy a lap dance. I turn around and let one rip in the drink.

Scott proceeds to freak out  before apologizing and once again tells me about how angry farts make him. "Alright this'll knock the DJ out long enough for us to call out Classi for sure." He then grabs the drink (with his bare hand which is fucking nasty) and we walk over to give it to the DJ.

He thanks us for bringing him his favorite Drink, taking a sip, and then running off to the Bathroom instantly.

Scott then proceeds to hop up onto the DJ's booth and calls out Classi. After repeating her name a few times she finally walks out.

"Ay, what you callin' me out for!? I ain't on stage yet!" Oh great Classi is Sassy. Classi then turns to look at us and instantly realized that we aren't the DJ.

"It's her Alpha Wolf!"

"Oh shit it's the 5-0! Cops are here!" I mean I can't say she's wrong cause there are some police officers here but it's not fucking us.

"After her!" Scott yells running up the stairs to the stage and into the back room. Yeah cause that's not gonna make her freak out even more.

I follow Scott and we enter the room where I guess the strippers get ready and shit. Of course the moment we enter, Classi yells "They after me ladies! Stop em!"

After that the strippers start yelling at us about how we aren't aloud back here and need to leave.

"Stand aside ladies, Captain Diabetes and Alpha Wolf need to question that stripper!" Scott informs them.

"You wanna get to her, then you're gonna have to go through us!" One of the strippers responds.

"Bring it on!" The stripper with a deeper voice says, bringing up her fists in a fighting position.

"But we just- Oh fuck it okay fine fight time I guess." I groan, launching into battle.

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So I nearly just died from being crushed by an ass. There are probably worse ways to go but still. And why the hell is this room so fucking long?

Whatever at least we've reached the end of-

"Uh-Uh you'll never take me alive!" Classi says running out the door.

"Oh for fucks sake." I groan out, rubbing at a bump on my head. Ow. So many fucking Strippers.

"Come on! We can't let her get away!" Scott says running outside after her.

We get outside and Classi is banging on the door to the Italian restaurant saying that the cops are here.

"We are fucking seventh graders, in what fucked up world would we be able to be cops." I grumble out.

The Italian dude tells Classi to get inside and then pulls a fucKING GUN ON US OKAY WHAT THE HELL!? "Go on scram! I ain't afraid to use this thing!" He then proceeds to shoot upwards as a warning aaaand-

OkAy HE is DeAD nOw. The fucking sign fell on him all right what the shit that's- Scott is trying to lift it.

Of course it's not Fucking working cause it's too big but he's not even fucking phased by that! What the hell is wrong with the people in this town!? Like I've been here three years now and I'm still apparently the only one that questions this shit.

"Even my diabetic rage can't lift this sign." Scott huffs out, giving up.

"Well no shit it's giant." I say.

"Yeah... oh oh god... too much... uh I need insulin... My- I need my..." Scott says shaking the bottles he has.

"Uh Scott are you- are you okay? You have more insulin than just those two bottles right?" I ask. Please say yes, oh please please PLEASE say yes.

"I.. no Oh no! Oh God! I'm out of Insulin!"

"Oh shit okay um hang on stay calm, god this is why I said you shouldn't do that!" I say trying but failing to hide the panick in my voice.

"Dovahkiin! Oh god you have to help me!" Scott says shaking me.

"Okay okay just-"

"I- I'm going into diabetic shock!"

"I'm very aware of that but freaking out definitely isn't gonna help! Okay um I uh-I can-I"

"I'm dying! Oh god I'm dying! Somebody please! Please!" Scott cries out falling to his knees.

FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuck "Its Okay! It's okay you're not gonna die! No Fucking way! I- I can fix this I'm I I I" I don't know what the fuck to do! How the hell can I fix this!?

I try to hold onto Scott in a weak attempt to ground him some how but I don't think he even realizes I'm here. "I'm dying! Mom! Mom I'm dying! Help please! please.. Uh? Huh? Uhh-"

"Scott? Scott? SCOTT!? H-HOLY SHIT OH FUCK" I try shaking him awake but he's Fucking dead! Oh god. I can't-there's two fucking dead people here oh god oh fuck. Okay okay um oh god I'm panicking! I'm getting fucking flash backs!

I don't even fucking register that my phone was ringing let alone that I answered i. But I guess I did cause I hear Cartman's voice talking to me.

"This is Coon checking in... How's Woah. You okay there Alpha Wolf?"

"Scott's dead."

"What?"

"Scott's Fucking dead Cartman! He went into fucking Diabetic shock and he Fucking died!" I shout at him tears streaming down my face.

"Oh... Oh shit I mean, you can like do something right? Maybe you have like some magical time farts or some-"

"THIS ISNT A FUCKING JOKE CARTMAN HE'S LEGITIMATELY DEAD! THIS ISNT A FUCKING GAME I JUST WATCHED HIM FUCKING DIE!" I shout at him.

Cartman Just remains silent for a while. "Im just gonna go... keep me updated Dovahkiin." Cartman says hanging up.

Some fucking friend he is. You know I'm only having a fucking panic attack over the fact that my friend, though I don't really know him that well or hang out with him, just Fucking died and he just hangs up and tells me to keep him updated? What the actual fuck Eric!? He doesn't- was that Morgan Freeman calling my name?

"You know what makes my farts super bad? Handcrafted tex-mex."

What in the actual fuck? Morgan Freeman telepathically talking to me about farts?

"Not just any handcrafted tex-mex. It's got to be something extra special."

Okay I'm freaking out even more now. I've gone absolutely insane what the shit.

"You know what to do Dovahkiin"

"No I fucking don't!" I cry out towards the sky in utter hysteria.

"Eat the enchirito and fart dipshit." Morgan Freeman responds.

"I? What? Okay Fucking sure!" I honestly don't even know why I still have that but whatever. I eat the enchirito and let out a massive fucking fart aaaaaand what the fuck.

Did, did I just rewind Fucking time by farting? Holy fuck Cartman was right about something.

"Ah- I'm alive? What happened? Who are you? Ahh!" The Italian guy from before drops his gun and runs inside.

"Wait a minute... What happened? I though I died from diabetes!" Scott says looking at me and patting himself in confusion, checking if he's actually here. I... I am so confused.

Scott's going on about something and oh hey the worlds getting darker and I'm going down! Woo! Ugh.

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END OF CHAPTER 8
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An: Hey sorry for the week late update but I'm kinda thinking of updating every other week now that I've got school to deal with again.

That way I'll have more time to write new chapters and proof read old ones and yeah.

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I shall see you guys later! Au Revoir Little Biscuits!

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