11Ok so before you go any further I should give you warning. What you're about to read is something I wrote a long time ago. It's not good but the chapters are short. I can't say I'm a Good writer now but I am better then I was back when I spewed this crap out. After chapter 7 is a 6-7 year gap where I had not logged into this site or worked on so much as a paragraph of this Fanfiction. If you want to see the garbage that came before I came back then please go on ahead and pay this no further attention, If not skip to chapter 8 (7.5) or chapter 9 when it's up. Thank you for your time.
-Vyse (Formerly Overlordrsh)
Disclaimer: I don't own shit so no one can sue me.
Lawers: Aaawwww! (Walks away disappointed)
?: Welcom to my random, insane, sugar high fic!
Laharl: We know who you are so fix your pen name dumbass.
Overlordrsh: There, is this better?
Laharl:Why was your pen name like that?
Overlordrsh: I was trying to be mysterious.
Laharl: Retard...
Overlordrsh: Your face!
Laharl: Let's just start.
Overlordrsh: Ok, your mama so fat when she skoots an inch she skoots a mile.
Laharl: I meant the fic.
Overlordrsh: Oh, time for chapter 1!
Chapter One: The Insanity Begins
Laharl, the great and powerful ruler of the netherworld who happens to be an annoying, short, bratty, blue haired kid. "Hey!" Deal with it it, I torment my favorite and hated characters. "Ok where was I?" Oh, right. He sat upon his freakishly huge throne fantasizing about poptarts. "I'm getting hungry, someone bring me poptarts!"
5 minutes later
Flonne entered the throne room holding a half eaten poptart and wearing a hoodie. "Is that a Justin Beiber hoodie?" "... Noo..." She then tossed the hoodie into the nearest firepit. As she did a random crowd of Justin Beiber fangirls jumped into the same firepit to retrieve it. "Is that a Justin Beiber shirt?" She ran out of the room and returned with her regular fallen angel attire. "Okay, now give me my poptart." "Um, Laharl, the poptart was in the hoodie." He dropped to his knees screaming to the heavens. "Nooooo!" "Um, Laharl poptarts aside, don't you think the castle is a bit empty? "What do you mean." "Well You, Enta and me are the only ones here.? Laharl looked around. "Hm, your right. Hey wait, where is Etna anyway?" "Some guy smashed her with a really big mallet and sent her to the other side of the netherworld." Laharl looked to the author who was nearby searching the firepit for the poptart. "You did that didn't you?" "What? I don't like Etna." Laharl turned back to Flonne. "Go hire some vassels and have them here in two hours." As Flonne ran off, he proceeded to skip around the castle, singing the waffles song.
2 hours later
Laharl sat sat again upon his freakishly huge throne. "When the HELL will Flonne get here?" "Um Laharl, I've been standing here for over an hour." "Oh, well, where are my vassles?" She stepped to the side to reveal something that scared the crap out of Laharl. "Nooo, not Justin Beiber!" The author pushed the boy (girl?) into the firepit and wrote something in his notebook. "What are you writing?" "Just watch." He finished writing and an emo looking demon appeared with a prinny. "OmgWtfLolBBQ!" Suddenly a white haired demon fell through a plot hole and landed on the emo. "Hellow I am the awesome and amazing Soran, faster than a blue hedgehog, tought than chuck norris, more bishi than Cloud." They all looked at the author. "Why did you make that guy?" "I was going to do something else but I just drank a redbull." 'Oh fuck! Does that mean I'm stuck with this guy?" "Yup." "Fuck you!" "When and where?" "Forget it, what's your names and what can you do." The emo stepped up first. "My name is Lexicon and I can control time." "Hey dood I'm Patch and I'm an expert prinny fighter that doesn't explode." "Yo, name's Soran and I can summon any weapon I want." Laharl looked the threee over. "Hm. Demonstrate you abilities." Lexicon snapped his fingers and everything but he and Laharl turned into a photo negative. "Woah, this is trippy." "True but if you look again you'll notice we are the only ones who can move." "Alright move time back to normal." Lexicon snapped his fingers again turning everything back to normal. Laharl cleared his throat. "Alright Prinny your up." "Dood how the heck do I demonstrate my ability!" "PUNT!" Soran than kicked Patch straight into the ceiling. "Wow, no explosion, alright crazy your turn." Soran quickly summoned and dismissed multiple weapons and ended with a bomb in his hand. "Oh fuck! Hit the deck!" Soran tossed the bomb and it hit a conveniently placed pile of TNT that happened to be next to a pile of poptarts. "No! Not my poptart stash!" Lexion facepalmed. "Why do you keep these things together?" Unfortunately his question was ignored and Laharl went to sit in the emo corner. "Let's just go to bed." Everyone agreed and said good night, except Laharl who cried at the thought of being at the author's mercy for the rest of his life.
End of Chapter.
Overlordrsh:Finally, I'm done with the first chapter.
Laharl: Took you long enough.
Overlordrsh: Shut up! (Hits Laharl with an XL mallet) Okay, ideas for chapter 3, go!
Flonne: Cooking?
Overlordrsh: No.
Etna, Soran: Shooting contest?
Overlordrsh: No.
Patch: Musical.
Overlordrsh: Perfect!.
Lexicon: What about chapter 2?
Soran: I'm handling that, well that's all for now, see you next chappy!
