Chapter 5: The Camps of Vegas

  A loud whip was heard, and Gerard awakens, growling and screeching.

  The General sighs, genuflecting before Gerard.

  Gerard growls in chains, trying to break free. “OGH!!! OGH!!! UWAAAAH!!! WAAAAH!!!”

  Gerard is whipped over and over again, then the General holds his hand up.

  His pup barks, caged in a pen among other Animalized Children and Cavechildren.

  Gerard begins panting and growling angrily before being tasered by another Caveman.

  “Enough, Monkey.”

  The General takes off his helmet, revealing a tall, muscular Filipino-American man. His skin was light, but heavily scarred, with a look of disdain for everything Gerard is.

  Gerard cries. “Why are you doing this? Who are you!?”

  “My God… Your eyes… almost having a drop of Humanity…” he sniffed. “The only thing I hate more than you savages are those Flippies.”

  Gerard is chained with some sort of device that denies him from phasing through the chains he that wrangled him on the cross.

  “Well… Alright…” he sighed. “What the hell are you, anyway?”

  Gerard roars at him and bares his teeth only for the General to hammer the butt of his rifle into his face, knocking him to submission.

  “Fucking hell…”

  Gerard is horrified, seeing several Cavemen just like Gerard being whipped to near death, exhaustion, and starvation while they build highly advanced devices in the base.

  Gerard keeps quiet, staring angrily at the General. “Where’s my steed? Where’s Bite?”

  The General beats him again with another strike, blood leaving Gerard’s face.

  “She’s in a cage… We were thinking of eating her but-...”

  Gerard roars only to be struck in the face again.

  “Jesus… So emotional…”

  “What are you doing to these people?” asked Gerard.

  “‘People?’ Oh. You mean your fellow genetically-engineered savages. Well, they are doing what they are supposed to do… You see, years ago, the United States of America was… afraid… let’s say… for lack of a better term… that the Flippies down Southeast Asia that they were now a so-called Superpower. So, the Americans began creating your kind… Manufacturing them with Colossus Industries and forging Human fetuses and turning them into whatever the fuck we wanted. Obviously, your forefather, so-called, didn’t agree with the practices, and killed the Human slaver of these Savages, a Native American who calls himself Blue Wind and his son Red Crimson would also be killed, who was a lieutenant of the American army. Red Crimson, unknown to Unter, had a child with one of you freaks. A child that your false prophecies say is destined to bring balance to this land. That child is you. Now, I could so easily kill you, but these savages hold you in high regard. I am merely returning them to their most primordial function: Usage. You are things. Slaves are people enslaved by other people. You? You are not people. Your existence came from the cut-out piece of our flesh and sprayed with some bottle.”

  Gerard shrieks angrily, only to be punched by the Slaver Caveman.

  “Ahhh… Meet your people’s former King. He claimed to be some sort of ruler, called himself Amerigus Lightning. We just call him the Flipper, since he admired them Terrorists so badly,,” said the General. “Flipper. Make him go to work.”

  For Gerard, the oddest thing about these unmasked zealots is that they are ALL non-whites. Not a single one had a Caucasian color. They are also brutish, laughing at his people, even throwing dung at them. They were also heavy drinkers. The Cavemen once ruled by Unter are pathetically whipped.

  One Caveman, accidentally spills some of the Splooge to the ground, and is whipped.

  Gerard stands up. “STOP IT!!!”

  The Cavemen, Animalized Men, and some Humans all turn to Gerard, utter silence, as they threw the mechanical debris away and began panting and hooting, roaring angrily.

  Gerard realizes what is happening, so he kindly and gently bows before the General, only to be lashed with a whip with blades at the end. Gerard bleeds heavily on his knees, as the strange but strong Akteonites saw something they didn’t see in any of their previous leaders.

  Gerard, in pain, just bowed his head. “Please… Feed these people…”

  The General rolls his eyes and equips his blaster, shooting the one who spilled the Splooge in the face, brains splattering all over Gerard. He points his blaster on Gerard’s forehead.

  The General sighs. “Tatlo. Dalawa.”

  The Akteonites, out of civilized respect, began to serve once more, as Gerard just stared at the General with disgust.

  Gerard, once again, would be strung up to yet another cross, starving and dying of thirst, as well as shivering from hypothermia in the cold. He is, after all, stripped naked and whipped constantly.

  Suddenly, Amerigus lets Gerard down.

  Gerard speaks. “You let them call you Flipper. I wonder how shitty you must feel being constantly and eloquently jerked around by the General like that. Plaster that all over your already dung-smelling breath. You enjoy it? How you let that kid get his brains-...”

  Amerigus beats Gerard in the stomach, and Gerard falls to his knees. “He’d like to see you.”

  Amerigus drags Gerard, scathing his knees bloodily on the ice.

  “So…” sighed the General, eating from a can of Spam, outside of his awe-filling armor, revealing just another muscular Human. “Why are you here? Heard from out there that you wanted to buy bread. I am unamused, of course. But why… Why are you really… here…?“

  “Buy bread…” said Gerard.

  The General nods. “Let’s go with another three lashes.”

  He gets whipped thrice.

  “Listen… I don’t think you know this, but every civilization you saved? Are in this facility. The Mother? I slit her throat. The Priest? I cut him open. The Cyborg King? I decapitated him-...”

  Gerard angrily breaks free and beats the General to the ground, brutally tearing his skin off and even biting his ear out, as he screams and pushes Gerard away.

  He shakes in pain, trying to put his ear back on, but he can’t, being outside of his armor. He tears up, but tries to pretend he’s not hurting. “So emotional!” His lips quivered. “What I am doing is an act of war! No need t-t-to get hasty! FUCK!!!” He stumbles around, and sits down inside his armor, and now back inside, his ear regenerates. “Fuck…” He punches Gerard in the stomach. “Honestly. You savages think you act like us with that fake emotion. Y’know, I killed my own family when I realized they were infected. Christ… Hey, you. Tell them what I did,” he spoke to Flipper.

  “You decapitated them and sported their heads on poles.”

  “Yeah… That… Skewered ‘em… Honestly have no idea what the fuck you’re so mad about! You aren’t real!” yelled the General, knocking on the head of Gerard. “Sheesh!”

  “You’re gonna act all tough while you hide in your little turtle shell after I bit that ear of yours?” asked Gerard.

  The General furiously stared at Gerard, before punching him in the face, over and over.

  Gerard just stares at the desk, seeing the phone Bluford gave him, almost tempted to reach over and press it.

  Gerard sighs, thinking of a plan.

  Gerard would then be locked in the cage again, before hearing a voice.

  “So…” said a woman’s voice. “I see that you have been captured…”

  “Who are you?”

  “I’m the… new Mother… Mother uh… She died… and I was the one gave the Royal Jelly… so…”

  Gerard sighs. “Sorry about your mother… What do these zealots want?”

  “They want the return to power of the United States of America. They claim they were historically the Reublican Party and Democrat Party fusing into one… But in reality, they are just… a bunch of poor people who rebelled against the Americans and took over Colossus Industries and stole their Remnant Armors, became the Remnants themselves. They are incredibly fucking stupid people… They used to be these extremist Nerd groups who hated modern Superhero movies. Others were internet Hard Right and Hard Left Extremists. Others were just incels or megasimps. They got drunk and drugged up, stole the armor, and went crazy after being injected by this substance called the Silver Matter, wearing the suits. I hate them. They think they’re these valiant protectors of what once was America. They’re just… drugged up jocks.”

  “Ah… Read those slangs from the ancient texts.”

  “Bookworm?” she smiled.

  Gerard nods.

  She smirked. “Robin Quiver…”

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  “Gerard Persuvius.”

  “Well… You’re kinda hot… Not gonna lie. No wonder Mother found you appealing.”

  “Ah, well… She was too old for me. I’m 23.”

  “Same,” she giggled.

  Gerard laughed awkwardly. “Ah… I have… a plan to save us all… Buy time for our escape… But… We need external help. I have this phone… My master, Bluford, gave it to me so I can call my Uncle… He… isn’t biologically my uncle… He’s just… a friend… A dear one.”

  “Alright… Let’s do it. Any plan to get outta here?”

  “You Flower Tribespersons are like… a hive mind, correct?” smiled Gerard.

  “Mhm!” smiled Robin.

  “Could you speak to your others?”

  “Yes. They are nearby.”

  “Are Bite and Fred near?” smiled Gerard.

  “Hey…” said one Daughter, tending to Bite’s broken legs and injuries. “I believe that our new Mother wishes to tell you Gerard is-...”

  Upon hearing his name, she went upright, wagged her tail, and cooed happily.

  “Easy… Yeah, yeah… I know… The New Mother wishes for you… to search for the phone.”

  Bite just stares at her, tilting her hear in confusion.

  “Bah! Bah bah!” said Fred the Pup, holding her skirt.

  “Ah… You understand me, little one?” smiled the Daughter.

  He nods.

  The Daughter sighs and touches her head.

  “Gerard says the Office of the General holds the phone. You up for it?” asked the Daughter.

  “I will dig a tunnel!” yelled one Cyborg. “Call me 69… Point-2. Son of the Great 69! Did you know that the Great 69 was known to be one of the greatest Gooners in history?”

  “Uh… Alright… Shall we?”

  “I will come, too,” said the Sheep Nun.

  “We need a distraction,” said the Daughter.

  “Consider it done!” smiled 69.2, who proceeds to run around the pen, screaming, as he releases radiowaves that unleash and make all the other Cyborgs screech and run around as well.

  “The Siren! Some sort of Virus! The Great One is OFFENDED!!!” yelled one Zealot, who immediately prays to his god. “Oh! Great Doughnut Trumpet!!! Forgive us for our-!!!”

  The Daughter and the Nun nod to each other.

  “How do we leave?” asked the Nun.

  “Mother nature tells me a tunnel is beneath out feet…“

  The Wolfman, Fang, proceeds to dig a hole into the sewage, and they hop in, as the Wolfman digs it closed.

  “A sewage system?” asked the Daughter.

  “Smells atrocious,” said the Nun.

  “Ah… Well…” said the Daughter. “I feel much, much stronger.”

  Fred, riding Bite, follows after the two women into the tunnels below.

  In the office, the General is asleep, with something small hardened underneath those sheets. The Television was on, showing a pornographic film of sorts between two Cavemen.

  He is asleep entirely, and Fred barks, crawling in to get the phone.

  He lands back into the vents, trying to avoid noise, only for the General to snort back to the waking world and take out his blaster, but is unable to lift it. He pathetically just spins it on the table to aim. He shoots at the poor pup, who whimpers and crawls into the vents.

  The General immediately moans and finishes, before trying to stand up and grab his suit. He gets pins and needles and screams in anger. He activates his suit and speaks into the radio, only hearing sirens. “Shit!” He overrides the sirens with his own speaking. “BREACH!!! BREEEEACH!!!”

  The zealots roar, taking out their blasters to prepare for battle.

  Meanwhile, the General chases after the poor pup, proceeding to grab the entire ventilation pipe and tear it off the ground, as Fred crawls into the arms of Bite.

  Bite encounters the General and angrily jumps, kicking him into the walls.

  The General roars and blasts at her but she wacks him into the next room with her tail. She squawks and runs away along with the two women and Fred.

  “How do you work this thing!?” asked the Daughter.

  The Nun does a simple prayer, and learns… to press a button, where a star appears on the screen. “Nothing is happening.”

  Suddenly, the star turns into… a voice call.

  A familiar voice speaks into it. “Hello? Hello? Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s-! Hahahaha! Hey Jerry! How’s the journey?”

  “We do not know who this is!” The Nun hugged the Duaghter and Fred child Bite protected them. “Please! Help us…!”

  The person in the other line… hung up.

  The General prepares to blast them both only for… AN EXPLOSION OF DUST AND DEBRIS to crash from the ceiling. While the dust settles, a loud explosive shockwave left the entire facility, but with the slaves unharmed.

  The women are horrified… and they look before them… A man with a Philippine-themed suit… Looking a tad bit like Superman…

  He had a star on his chest… A silly one… Almost huggable figure he was…

  “Who the hell are you?”

  “I AM BEATLE SAINT KING!!!” smiled Beatle, before wiping some mustard off his face or some sort of dip. “Sorry. Thousand Island Dressing with Plant-Based Caesar Salad and a touch of Coconut Balsamic. AMAZING with wheat bread and roasted tilapia!”

  “HAHAHAHA!!! This F*G is the Saint King!?” laughed the General.

  “God-! Is this the Remnants bullshit again? Guys… Just because you didn’t like me for being funnier than you on YouTube doesn’t mean-...”

  The General shoots at Beatle, but it bounces back into his face and flips him backward, knocking him down to the ground.

  The General is now blinded in one eye.

  Beatle sighs. “Dude… IT WAS ONE YouTube video! I already apologized for… Ah… Gee whiz, I’m sorry for getting you hurt… Lemme heal-...”

  “SHUT UP!!! SOLDIERS!!! REMNANTS!!! SHOOT HIM!!!”

  The soldiers shot at Beatle, where all the bullets bounced back at them…

  Chapter 6: King Savage

  The entire army of zealots is just stunned, watching Beatle tend to Bite and Fred, who have sustained injuries and scars.

  “Here…” said Beatle, gently cleansing his wound with a single touch, and removing it. Then he finished the wound of Bite, who purrs and pecks on Beatle’s finger.

  Beatle laughs softly. “Haven’t changed at all, huh, Bite?“ he smiled, rubbing her favorite spot on the belly as she faces upward and purred.

  Beatle turns to the Zealots, who back away out of fear when he did.

  “Kill him,” said the General.

  “Sir… This is THEIR leader…”

  “DO IT, MELVIN!!!” yelled the General. They all shot at Beatle, as the General turns and runs away.

  Beatle just stomps forward and blasts at all of them with heat vision, melting their very Souls in their Silver Matter, instead of just melting their bodies.

  Frank, out of fear, turns and runs, but Beatle appears and punches him, gentle but enough to knock his body down as he melts the Silver Matter.

  Now, back to their Human states, they lose their armors, and back away in fear, bowing before Beatle, shuddering.

  Beatle sighs, as Athena soldiers leave the portals. “You are all under arrest, ya grifters. BT Dubs, guys. YA BASIC!!!”

  The General reaches Gerard’s cage, and sees Gerard smirk.

  He grabs the cage and rips him out of the cage, beating him down and crushing his ribs.

  “YOU FUCK!!! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!!” sobbed the General.

  “Charlie, c’mon, man… Or shall I say, GunnJamsSnyderFan69?” asked Beatle, who sees the General beating Gerard to near-death.

  “Don’t you dare call me that… NO!!! FUCKING NO!!!” boomed the General.

  Beatle just crosses his arms with a scolding look. “Guys. I DID NOT legitimize your faction for a reason.”

  “FUCK OFF!!! I represent the true power of the American people!”

  “Dude. You’re like, some Fil-Am kid with money that bought that suit since you owned a YouTube channel and used it as your personal therapeutic chew toy. And, I am not here to judge-...” said Beatle.

  “SHUT UP!!! I WILL KILL THIS BOY!!!” He held Gerard by the neck and pointed his blaster to his head. Gerard twitched in pain.

  “Charlie, listen.”

  Gerard laughs. “His name is Charlie…”

  Beatle chuckles a bit, but stops. “Gerard. Not cool, alright?”

  “Sorry… It’s just that.. This guy was such a dick…” said Gerard.

  Charlie roars. “Fuck Superman. That movie was fucking woke as hell. MAN OF STEEL FOREVER!!!”

  Beatle sighs. “I respect your opinion.”

  “Fuck off, you pathetic Flip. No, you don’t.”

  “Hey! That is a derogatory language no one should use. Not even a fellow Pinoy.“

  “FUCK OFF, FLIP!!! GOD!!! UGH!!! I HATE THAT THIS IS ALMOST AS BAD AS WHEN THE INTERNET LEARNED I USED TO SHOCK COLLAR MY CAT!!!”

  “Callous?” asked Gerard.

  “Dude… ALMOST as bad!? You just committed a Biblical Egyptian Phaorah, dude!” yelled Beatle, gesturing to the entire camp.

  “Yeah. I mean, Canaanites WERE the ones who should’ve won THE WAR against the ANTICANAANITE BIGOTS THAT ARE THE PHILISTINIANS!!!” he roared.

  “Dude… That war I stopped was like… 800 years ago.”

  “AND YOU NEVER ADMITTED YOU WERE WRONG!!!” Charlie pointed his blaster at Beatle.

  “Um…” said Beatle. “Yeah. Okay.”

  “I remember when the OTHER Charlie thought you SUCKED!!!”

  “You mean Wet Critical? Dude, he’s a part of my army back in the PH. Whaver… Dude. You gotta let go of the past and go to therapy, man. You need help. Don’t make me wanna use Cainmarker on you. You… just started out as a misguided kid who believed in the hard right because you thought it gave you so much control… Try what I do. Brew wine… Or, or… start a garden!” smiled Beatle.

  “Listen to him,” said Gerard, twitching. “Please…”

  “Look at you… Cowering for your life…” said Charlie.

  “No… I am cowering for yours… Because I believe that you can be just… as civilized as I am…”

  “What?” mocked Charlie.

  “Dude… I only ever do things to help others like me… And you stalked me, hurt the people I helped out, and you beat me and tortured me. Whoever hurt you when you were younger, I condemn their actions since I know you’re hurting just as they were! You gotta let go of what hurts you man…”

  Charlie cocks his gun only to be shot in the face by Beatle.

  He falls to the ground, dead, cross-eyed with a stupid smile on his face.

  He immediately charges and catches Gerard to be sure he doesn’t hit the ground head first.

  Beatle sighs, tearing up and wiping the tear, realizing he had failed to save another.

  Gerard tears up, smiling and laughing instead, hugging his Uncle Beatle.

  That evening, the Athenas are seen structurally teaching the former zealots the origin of their entire ideology, where Beatle is shown to be saying this, “Nah. Superman was awesome. Wokism isn’t really a thing unless you make it a thing. Makes extremists all the more pathetic.”

  Meanwhile, Beatle smiles, annointing the boy, Gerard, with oil.

  Gerard smiles, sitting on a wooden throne, while the Akteonites, the Salvaged, the Daughters of Nature, and the Animalized Men all cheered for his coronation.

  And, after all that, Gerard decided his palace should be… A teashop. Where he could have tea and play chess every day… with his dear friend, Bluford.

  That evening…

  Beatle watched the television on the couch, drinking some wine he made himself. “Weird… Murrican Football is so weird now… Why is there a bat?”

  “That’s baseball,” said Gerard.

  “Why is he running after hitting that ball?” asked Beatle.

  “We… We don’t know, actually,” said Gerard, playing chess with Bluford.

  “Ah… Checked again…” laughed Bluford. “You will make a great King.”

  “Thanks. Didn’t fit the job description, though.” Gerard smiled, sipping Ceylon tea and sighing happily. “Wish I could go home.”

  “Why wouldn’t you?”

  “Didn’t you kick me out?”

  Bluford laughed softly. “I never kicked you out to buy bread. I gave you a path to your destiny.”

  “Huh? Really? You didn’t speak up about it…” said Gerard, as Bluford facepalmed, and Beatle laughed while watching them play.

  Gerard smiles. “Oh! That reminds me!” Gerard slams a paperbag full of cinnamon bread. “Want some?”

  Bluford sighs and facepalms. “Yes.”

  Beatle smiles. “I’ll get the tilapia!”

  Meanwhile, in the corner, Little Fred stayed sleeping, nesting under Bite, who has her personal bedding by the cozy fire burning from the furnace.