The back exit opened onto a fountain plaza
used for holo-concerts.
Millions gather there for shows…
And right in front of them—
a massive stage,
metal scaffolding,
structures everywhere…
basically hell
for anyone trying to “leave quietly.”
Zeros snorted:
“Piece of shit.
Crowd for a concert.
We’re going back.
Path’s blocked.”
But Blindy was already losing it:
“NO—NO—NO!
I’m NOT goin’ back in there—!
I’ve had enough killin’ for a YEAR—!
There—there’s another way—
there’s always another way—!PLEASE—!
I’M BEGGIN’ YOU—!
I’M SERIOUS—!”
Zeros sighed
like an old diesel reactor
and waved his hand.
Blindy started climbing up the metal framework
like a panicked squirrel on caffeine—
and Zeros…
followed him.
No logic.
No reason.
Just because the idiot next to him
was still alive—
probably by mistake.
And now you’ve got these two morons
crawling across metal beams…
like rats
who forgot rats are supposed to be QUIET.
The structure rattled,
clanged,
screeched across the entire arena.
And down below… someone was singing…”
[Dick suddenly goes quiet. Jackie, nervous]“What? Don’t tell me it’s more bodies. I’ve seen enough today…”
[Dick cuts her off:]“Relax.
Look WHO was performing
while these two idiots were crawling up there.”
[Jackie explodes with excitement]“WOOO-HOOO! BUTT PIMPLE?!
NO WAAAAAY!”
[Dick laughs, almost slapping the desk]“Oh yeah.
BUTT PIMPLE in the flesh.
In front of millions of fans.
And these two geniuses decided to ‘sneak past.’But baby…
‘stealth’
and Blindy—those are two concepts
doctors strongly advise against mixing.”
Blindy pointed at the next staircase.
“Zeros… over—over there—I know—
a hundred percent—this way—
this is the way—let’s go—almost there—
we jump from there—
I saw it in a movie—
this always works—”
Zeros didn’t even answer—just followed him.
Every step of his metal ass made the whole structure groan,
and the beams under their feet started complaining about life.
“Just—just three more steps—
we’re good—
we’re totally good—”
The structure obediently decided to die.
Blindy dropped first,
with that same confident idiot face,
still pointing forward to where “three more steps” were supposed to be.
He crashed onto the stage like it was his job.
A massive spotlight followed right after—
sparks, smoke, flashes.
The arena figured it was part of the show.
Jo’Bo the Destroyer froze above the drums.
The music cut.
He screamed:
“DUUUUUDES! THE STAGE IS FUCKIN’ DYIN’! RUN!”
Brr-rRat-TeaBangin’, in a completely dead voice:
“Relax your four tits, duuuude…
That’s just the lighting guy eating shit.
We good.
Sax, check him.”
Sax-O-Morph 3K, still holding his sax like a weapon, leaned down:
“Yo. You alive or like… artistically dead?”
Blindy raised a hand:
“Yeah… alive…
kinda… maybe…FUCK—THAT HURT—!
Like—REALLY—REALLY hurts—!
Why does it hurt that much—?!”
Sax nodded immediately:
“Yep. Alive.
COOL. KEEP PLAYIN’.”
And then HE came down.
No. Not just “came down.”
He FUCKING slammed in from above like a burning meteor.
The stage shook from the impact.
Blindy bounced up like two feet and landed right back on his ass.
Dust rose—
and inside it, a black shape started rising.
Flint “RushMaster” started vibrating like a broken speaker:
“HOOOOOOLY FUUUUUUUCK!
THAT’S—THAT’S—BRO THAT’S HIM!
THAT’S THE GOD OF ROCK!”
When the dust settled, Zeros stood in the middle of the stage.
Looking at everyone like: TRASH.
Flint looked like he was about to ascend:
“ZEEEEEROOOOOS!
OUR FUCKIN’ SAVIOR OF STRINGS AND STEEEEEL!”
The arena exploded into screams.
Blindy got up, holding his ass,
and only now recognized the faces:
“Zeros—look—look…
That’s—those idiots—
remember?Rock’n’roll kids…
You named ’em—
ASS PIMPLE—Heh… good name…
An’ they still…
rockin’ ‘n rollin’…”
Cynthia “Sparks” Claver, the band’s newest member, snapped her fingers—
tiny electric arcs ran across her hands—
her signature move.
“So… that’s them?”
Rust’n Heart struck the strings like he was summoning something ancient:
“Yeah, girl…
THIS. IS. THEM.”
Jo’Bo the Destroyer smashed the drums and screamed:
“THIS IS SOOOO FUUUUCKIN’ ORGY-ANAAAAAL!”
Blindy noticed Cynthia.
His hand instantly left his ass.
He straightened up,
rested his elbow on Zeros’ shoulder,
and slid into a full-on: …yeah, I pull girls pose.
Cynthia snorted.
Electricity cracked across her fingers—
and yeah, Blindy… actually amused her.
Then Flint grabbed the mic like it owed him money:
“ARE YOU REAAAAAADYYYYY?!?!?!”
The arena howled:
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”
Flint staggered forward, veins popping, voice already dying:
“THEN LET’S FUCKIN’ TEAR ROOOOCK APAAAAAAART!”
And they started playing.