Compromising Reality:

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Riser sat on his chair, thinking. Thinking of some way of how to get revenge on that... Clown. That damned clown. He
just not got beaten up by that thing, he got humiliated! In front of many people! Especially Sirzechs Lucifer of all people!

But...

How could he try to get his revenge on him? The clown?

"Shit..." Riser cursed.

"Thinking about something?" A deep voice said. "I could help you with that..."

"Huh?" Riser said, and was startled of what was standing there.

Riser prepared his weapon (which is a knife) and exclaimed at the "thing."

"WHO AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Riser exclaimed. "AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY FORTRESS?!"

"Calm down." The "thing" said. "There's no need to harm everyone. I am here to help you."

Riser slowly lowered his weapon.

"What the hell do you want?" Riser asked the thing. "And what are you?"

"Call me 'Monster.'" Monster said. "Or 'Lemon Demon,' that's what they would call me. And, I recall you want revenge on that clown, correct?"

"...yes?" Riser said.

"Well, then I got a deal for you!" Monster enthusiastically said.

Riser raised his brow, somewhat interested.

He smirked.

"Okay then, what's the deal?"

"We will help each other killing the clown." Monster stated. "Maybe, his friends, too."

"That's a great deal!" Riser said, giddy. "When do we start working with each other?"

"Tomorrow." Monster stated. "We will plan on how to kill the clown."

Oh, Riser.

You don't know that what you are doing will lead to something even bigger.

Maybe even something worse than you'll thought it'll be.

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Meanwhile, with Tricky and others...
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"So, Lemon Demon escaped The Abyss?" Tricky said.

"Yes, and now he is seeking someone to make a deal with." Shaggy said.

"...great." Whitty said. "It's going to be like Philly all over again."

"So, what's the good news, though?" Zardy said. "Heard you said that you got some."

"Well, the good news is, that we know how exactly how to stop it." Shaggy said. "Just like good times."

"That doesn't calm down the situation we're gonna get in." Tabi said. "We know that we struggled with stopping the Corruption, y'know?"

"Well, with my help, we might stop this quickly." Shaggy said.

"Any more of the good news?" Ruv said.

"Well, it's for Whitty."

Whitty raised his brow.

"What's it gonna be?"

"It's not a 'what,' it's a 'who.'" Shaggy said, pointing at the back of Whitty.

Whitty and the gang looked at where Shaggy's pointing and Whitty saw he never knew he's gonna meet again.

"Sup, tall boy." Carol said. "Miss me?"

"...holy shit." Whitty said, slowly walking up to Carol and hugged her.

"I thought I'm never gonna see you again."

"Slow down there, Whits." Carol said. "You're kinda big, y'know?"

(A/N: that just sounds wrong, LMAO.)

Starecrown entered the room and sees the situation.

"...am I interrupting something?" He said.

"Nah, you good." Tricky said. "Besides, the scene brings a tear to my eye. *Sniff*"

"Also, someone kinda forced me to go with me." Shaggy said. "He is just outside, the girls are simping over him."

"Who could that be?" Tabi said.

"Oh, you know the game 'Hate Simulator?'" Shaggy said.

"...oh." Tricky realized. "OH."

"Oh, fuck no." Whitty said.

"Yeah... He's kinda cool, though." Shaggy said.

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"Ladies! Ladies! Calm down for a second there!" The new student said. "I have a really pretty face and I don't wanna ruin it, y'know?"

Issei grimaced.

"...shit." Issei said. "Another pretty boy other than Kiba. Why is it always the pretty boys that gets the most girls? Why can't I be a pretty boy myself?"

"That sounds kinda gay, gotta be honest." Sky said to Issei. "Some pretty boys are gay."

"I'm not gay, Sky."

"What if you are?"

"No, I'm not!"

Oh, I forgot to mention that Issei and Sky kinda befriended each other. I don't know how and I don't know why.

They just befriended each other.

—

Tricky and the Gang went into the usual hangout place: 69420 Street, House Number 21 and watched some TV and shit.

The news was kinda interesting.

"News reports suggest that a gigantic grey man in a business suit that's over 9 feet tall is roaming around killing criminals."

Tricky is somewhat familiar with the description.

It might be MAG Agent Torture but who knows.

"Hey, Tricky." Ydelle went up to him. "Could you be the DJ again? Our current DJ just broke his pelvis again and can't get into our show tonight. Besides, you have some sick tunes."

Tricky nodded.

"Great. Cya this night."

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Aight, gotta end this here.

I'm kinda running thin on ideas so suggest me on the comments.

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NEXT TIME ON TRICKY AND THE DEVILS:

Tricky meets a blob and a blob. Oh, there's a yellow misogynist and a short ass motherfucker with them, too.