BUUUZZZZZZZZZ

Ramesses looked behind him as an ominous buzzing began to echo through the room. A red portal appeared where there once was a front door. Black tendrils lashed wildly back and forth inside of the pulsating red matter.

“Does he need me so soon? Surely Demos could have just walked into the King’s court…”

The pulsating collection of red matter grew larger and larger as Ramesses looked on in amazement. Within a few seconds the portal went from covering the motel room door to covering the entire wall. The black tendrils inside of the vibrating red matter began to twist and turn faster and faster. The ominous buzzing grew louder by the second.

“Demos must really need me. Perhaps the King demands my presence?”

Ramesses beamed with pride as he adjusted his collar. He passed through the bed in front of him like a ghost as he walked into the pulsating red matter covering the entire front wall. Ramesses pushed through the pulsating scarlet energy before stepping into the Steubenvilla boiler room.

POP! POP! POP!

“Pop smoke!”

Charlie let three shots loose inside of Ramesses’s seemingly corporeal belly. The man’s ebony skin somehow lost nearly all of it’s color as an unnatural paleness took hold of the leather clad giant. Ramesses’s massive maulers gripped his stomach as he tried to slow the bleeding. A whisker of black smoke rose up off of the tip of Charlie’s firearm as he blew a kiss at his familiar tormentor.

Ramesses looked around in confusion. His jaw dropped as he locked eyes with the man whose body he had stolen for the Demos. Charlie grinned as another two shots rang out from the RCMP Handgun Smith Wesson model 5946 he clutches in his right hand. Ramesses drops to his knees as a thoughtless expression grips his face. Ramesses head mindlessly rolls around on his neck. The apparition’s eyes take in sensory information that he finds himself absolutely unable to utilize. As Ramesses sways from side to side on his knees he sees an exceptionally clean and polished boiler room. There are a few empty tables set between the sidewalls which each contain a large furnace. A large wooden case stands tall against the wall near the front door.

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again! I didn’t know if you were even real! I didn’t know if I had seen a ghost or if I was on a bad trip, but fuck it, don’t matter now!”

Charlie Nickles walked up to the kneeling man with his sidearm in his right hand.

“I was expecting that masked crusader to come through the gateway, but you know what? I think this is even better. Demos has to come back home at some point, after all. But you? I don’t know where you like to wander off to. So where you been, huh, bud?’

Charlie pistolwhips Ramesses across the eye. Ramesses falls to the floor as his vision blurs. Charlie cackles as he cocks the hammer back.

“I don’t know if ghosts can die, but I think we’re going to make some scientific breakthroughs today! They’re going to be giving ol’ boy one of them Nobel Prizes after this one’s done!”

Ramesses started crawling towards the front door at a snail’s clip. Charlie lets the obese apparition inch himself closer to the oak door at the end of the room.

“D-De...mos….”

Ramesses struggled to pull in breath as he whispered for a savior. Ramesses didn’t have the mental fortitude why he was suddenly breathing at all. The only thing the one time apparition could focus on was the searing pain of the bullets lodged inside of his vital organs. The biting pain was unlike anything Ramesses had felt in years.

“So tell me this, you sad sack of shit. What the fuck was your plan? Did you think you could just take my body and lock me away forever! Did you think Charlie fucking Nickles wouldn’t take issue with that! Do you even know who THE FUCK I AM?!?!”

Charlie pointed the barrel of the pistol at his own chest as he screamed at the dying man who was very slowly painting a trail of blood across the wooden floorboards.

“D-d-e-e-e-emosss….help...me....”

“There ain’t no help for you, boy! There ain’t no second chances for bitches that fuck with a Nickles! The only thing sweeter than the taste of revenge is the taste of your woman’s pussy! Now get your ass in here, Waifu!”

Ramesses continued to pull himself towards the front door. The apparition hadn’t truly lived for years, yet Ramesses found himself fighting with everything he had to pull air into his lungs and force his limbs to pull him forward. The oak door inside of a metal frame creaked open as a stout woman stepped through the entryway. Ramesses looked up as he heard the floorboards crack beneath her heavy boots.

“Don’t worry baby, there ain’t no fucking battle or war in here, just a little bitch begging for his mommy.”

The dying man’s heart fluttered as he gazed upon the dwarf’s curly brown locks. The woman’s innocent smile seemed out of place, but she never missed an opportunity to show off her dimples. She was dressed in the traditional garb of a blacksmith, except for the small black choker wrapped around her thick neck. The metallic rings set inside of her leather choker glowed scarlet as the blood flowed out of the man’s gunshot wounds. Ramesses froze as she made eye contact with him. She walked towards Ramesses as he stammered out his final words.

“H-h-henrie-t-ta?”

The woman’s smile never left her face as she brought her left knee up to her waist. Her soft spoken innocence was drowned out by the sound of her boot slamming into the ground.

“It’s Roberta now!”

Ramesses’s head was completely crushed beneath the woman’s heel as the scene faded to black.


We cut to a rather long montage of Charlie Nickles, now dressed in his usual goodwill lumberjack aesthetic, dancing rather inappropriately with Roberta. She is dressed in nothing but a neon green G string, pot leaf nipple pasties, and of course, an oversized Robert “The Omega” Main mask. “Diaror” by Popsmoke plays in the background as Charlie Nickles crip walks and high steps on Ramesses’s corpse. Charlie makes Cs with his thumbs and pointer fingers as the flexes on the dead.

The large man’s head has been completely busted open. Fragments of bone and flesh litter the soulcrafter’s scattered brain matter. The man’s black trench coat is coated red on the shoulders and neck. His body lay completely still as his lifeless odor fills the room. The short woman with the thick thighs busses it down next to the bloody stump at the end of Rammesses’s neck.

“She like the way that I dance, she like the way that I move, she like the way that I rock, she like the way that I woo...ain’t that right, Roberta?”

“I love it baby.”


“You’re a mindless fucking whore just like that Jessica bitch, huh? You know I love that nasty freak shit. Do whatever I say whenever I say it type shit. No mind of your own type shit, I love a dependent ho. After I pop that Pussy Page I might as well swoop Jessica up. That bitch can’t think for herself clearly, she speaks like she has Page’s fist all the way up her ass on a regular basis. That’s that kinda whore shit Charlie Nickles likes to see! You and Jessica are gonna get along real well, ain’t that right, waifu?”


“Mmmmmm it sure is baby. Jessica is a nasty slut just like me, we’re nothing but playthings for our boys. At least I know what I’m worth tho, baby. Page’s playboy bunny doesn’t even know she’s nothing more than a jizz bin! She should have been able to figure it out by now. After all, Daddy, everytime she speaks she chokes on Page’s ego. I guess she’s just a dumb ho.”


Charlie stopped crip walking as he rose to a fully standing position above the dead man’s body. Roberta continued to bend her knees and shake her ass directly overhead what was once the head of Ramesses.

“Jessica better hope Page has trained her as well as I’ve trained you. It took a lot of bashings and bruisings to get you this well behaved. I’d hate to have to lay fist after fist into Jessica’s pretty face. But I have my hesitations about her. The way that she spits out Chris Page’s regurgitated talking points? We can’t be having that. I like a bitch that swallows.”

Charlie nods as he smiles in satisfaction. His gaze is fixed upon the dwarf woman’s booty as she bounces her ass and makes her cheeks clap for a Nickles. His gaze slowly makes it’s way up to the Robert Main mask shifting around wildly on top of her head.

“I might just have to cut and gut her. I don’t have the patience I used to. If Jessica can’t get with the program after I pop pussy Page’s hymen, she’s going to have to get humped and dumped real quick. She wouldn’t be the first ho I’ve put at the bottom of the great lakes, she won’t be the last ho. I’ll have to rip those fishnets off of her and put them in my collection before I barrel her. But shit don’t hate, I’m just doing what a Nickles gotta do!”

Henrietta nodded her head in agreement as she continued to shake her ass. The marijuana pasties on her nipples jiggled up and down with every movement of the woman’s posterior. Charlie’s gaze is drawn towards a cabinet positioned against the far wall. The man follows his eyes with his feet as he walks towards the edge of the room. Charlie reaches forward and pulls open the plain wooden door of the tall case. He grins wickedly as the room’s lighting bounces off of the loathestone suit of platemail inside of the cabinet.

“Demos will have no choice but to give me the keys to the astral door. He can not keep me trapped in Montero forever. He’s had his fun and he’s played his sick games, now it’s time for a real man to take control. I have never been stronger than now, and likewise, that communist bitch has never been weaker than now! It’s about time he stopped disgracing my name. And now that his ghost daddy is dead, how the fuck’s he going to keep me trapped here? There’s no way!”

Charlie nodded as he smiled at his reflection in the full sized suit of plate armor. He turned around and cast a glance towards his twerking companion.

“Do you think Jeffy’s ready to shoot our final video?”

“If you want him to be, Daddy!”

“I think it’s getting to be about that time.”

Charlie gestures for Roberta to follow him as he starts walking towards the front door. Charlie casually steps over the dead man’s body as he pushes open the oak door. Roberta takes a long look at the corpse of her former lover before turning back to follow Charlie out of the boiler room.