Post by vastrix on Feb 18, 2023 20:54:58 GMT -5
At a children’s hospital in front of a bald sixteen-year-old cancer patient, Hehehe and Hahaha play a vigorous game of patty cake. The boy, let’s call him Fred, seems to be enthused by the thrilling game as the twins go faster and faster through the game.
He twins seem to be a blur of motion until Hehehe palm strikes Hahaha right in the mouth that brings the game to a screeching halt. Hehehe looks at Hahaha with wide open eyes.
Hehehe: Oh, Hahaha, I not mean to hit you.
Hahaha wipes at his busted lip with a smile, giving the clapping Fred a side-eye.
Hahaha: We can do better.
Hehehe: Better?
Hahaha: Much.
Hahaha waddles over to where they had set their bag on the floor and pulls out four throwing axes. Hehehe’s eyes go wide in remembrance.
The twins juggled the throwing axes for an ungrateful crowd when they worked for the circus before they were found by the von Krausses. This time, Fred seems thrilled at the thought as he hops up and down in his bed with his nearby mother trying to calm him down.
Hahaha throws two of the throwing axes to Hehehe, or is it at him? Hehehe catches the axes by the handles and stands at the foot of Fred’s bed. Hahaha takes up position a few feet from his brother and they laugh and laugh before both looking at Fred.
Hehehe: We used to do this-
Hahaha: A long time ago.
Hehehe: We’re pretty good-
Hahaha: At doing this.
The twins begin throwing the axes back and forth, going slowly at first to gauge Fred’s reaction. The more excited he got, the faster they threw the axes. They begin talking at the same time.
Hehehe: Fred, we have to prepare-
Hahaha: For a tag team gauntlet thingie.
Hehehe: You mind if we-
Hahaha: Run down our opponents?
Fred sits up in his bed with his eyes wide.
Fred: You have a car to run people over?
Hehehe: Well-
Hahaha: No. We mean to talk about them.
Fred looks a little crestfallen, what a sick child, but perks up.
Fred: Go for it!
Hehehe: The top of the list is-
Hahaha: The Bastards.
Hehehe: Which Bastards?
Hahaha: I think Rob Riot and Frank Windsor.
Hehehe: They run dominant here.
Hahaha: They fight us yet?
Hehehe: No, but Cheez and Wellington Dunne defeated us.
Hahaha: We have no place to go, but up!
Fred: Faster! What about Donzig-gun?
The twins pick up their speed, throwing the axes back to one another as quick as they can.
Hehehe: Donzig-gun?
Hahaha: I thought they were gone? Defeated.
Hehehe: No one ever goes away in wrestling.
Hahaha: Unless you are RB Cardone, PT Merciless, or Allen Anderson.
Hehehe: Ha! They can come back to the sport!
Hahaha: If someone has a shovel…
Fred: Can you do faster? The New Untouchables!
The twins pick up their speed some more, the arc through the air starting to flatten out from the speed.
Hehehe: Who dat?
Hahaha: I don’t know?
Hehehe: We should say something.
Hahaha: Like what?
Hehehe: The New Untouchables. Can’t touch this.
Hahaha: Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh can’t touch this!
Fred: That was stupid and the joke was old! Bear O’Dactyl!
The twins catch their axes and stop throwing them. They each have two axes that they seem ready to throw, though at whom is anyone’s guess. Fred takes on an expression of confusion.
Fred: Guys? Clowns? What’s up?
The twins take on angry expressions as if someone might have insulted their mother.
Hehehe: Pequeno Dinosaurio.
Hahaha: Union Jack.
Hehehe: They are bad people.
Hahaha: Pequeno tried to play with-
Hehehe: The Mistress’ naughty bits.
Hahaha: He wants her sex!
Fred looks on, enthused as he hears about such a taboo topic. He smiles even as his mother in the room guffaws at such a story being told.
Hehehe: Union Jack is so mean.
Hahaha: Him need his butt kicked.
Hehehe: We are just-
Hahaha: The guys to do it!
Fred: Team Fairtex!
Hehehe: Pass.
Hahaha: Armand’s lesser in Mr. Anderson was always their better.
Hehehe: We don’t want to speak of the mentally ill in the form of Tong and Phantam.
Hahaha: If they would only take their medicine.
Hehehe: Like all of it-
Hahaha: At once.
Fred: Oblivion Death Squad!
Hehehe: How Donzig-gun get-
Hahaha: Two teams in the thing?
Hehehe: That’s no fair!
Hahaha: Well, the Oblivion Death Squad make us look smart!
Hehehe: Well, yeah.
Hahaha: I know.
Fred: FASTER!
The twins pick up their speed until the throwing axes going back and forth between the two look like a blur. Fred’s mother starts looking worried, but Fred’s eyes are at max wideness.
Fred: Wow!
Hehehe turns his head to look at Fred and smile. That’s all the distraction that is needed for a throwing axe to bury itself into the side of his skull. The other three axes follow suit, embedding themselves into his body. Dark blood pours the wounds and Hehehe’s eyes roll up into the back of his head as he falls onto his back. Fred’s mother screams while Fred’s eyes go even wider and he wets himself.
Fred: What the fuck?
Fred’s Mom: Fred, you can’t say that. Also, what the fuck?
Hahaha walks over with a wide smile.
Hahaha: It’s ok.
Fred: He’s dead!
Hahaha: We can’t die. It’s a curse. Just hold on.
The ugly little clown giggles in a ghastly way as he pulls out each axe from his brother, splattering himself and the area with black blood as he does so. A few seconds after the last axe is pulled, Hehehe sits up and holds his arms out.
Hehehe: Tada!
Hahaha: We can do this all day, but-
Hahaha: It still hurts like a bitch.
Fred’s mom: Get out! Get the fuck out!
The twins gather their things and bulldoze down a security guard who is checking on Fred on their way out.
He twins seem to be a blur of motion until Hehehe palm strikes Hahaha right in the mouth that brings the game to a screeching halt. Hehehe looks at Hahaha with wide open eyes.
Hehehe: Oh, Hahaha, I not mean to hit you.
Hahaha wipes at his busted lip with a smile, giving the clapping Fred a side-eye.
Hahaha: We can do better.
Hehehe: Better?
Hahaha: Much.
Hahaha waddles over to where they had set their bag on the floor and pulls out four throwing axes. Hehehe’s eyes go wide in remembrance.
The twins juggled the throwing axes for an ungrateful crowd when they worked for the circus before they were found by the von Krausses. This time, Fred seems thrilled at the thought as he hops up and down in his bed with his nearby mother trying to calm him down.
Hahaha throws two of the throwing axes to Hehehe, or is it at him? Hehehe catches the axes by the handles and stands at the foot of Fred’s bed. Hahaha takes up position a few feet from his brother and they laugh and laugh before both looking at Fred.
Hehehe: We used to do this-
Hahaha: A long time ago.
Hehehe: We’re pretty good-
Hahaha: At doing this.
The twins begin throwing the axes back and forth, going slowly at first to gauge Fred’s reaction. The more excited he got, the faster they threw the axes. They begin talking at the same time.
Hehehe: Fred, we have to prepare-
Hahaha: For a tag team gauntlet thingie.
Hehehe: You mind if we-
Hahaha: Run down our opponents?
Fred sits up in his bed with his eyes wide.
Fred: You have a car to run people over?
Hehehe: Well-
Hahaha: No. We mean to talk about them.
Fred looks a little crestfallen, what a sick child, but perks up.
Fred: Go for it!
Hehehe: The top of the list is-
Hahaha: The Bastards.
Hehehe: Which Bastards?
Hahaha: I think Rob Riot and Frank Windsor.
Hehehe: They run dominant here.
Hahaha: They fight us yet?
Hehehe: No, but Cheez and Wellington Dunne defeated us.
Hahaha: We have no place to go, but up!
Fred: Faster! What about Donzig-gun?
The twins pick up their speed, throwing the axes back to one another as quick as they can.
Hehehe: Donzig-gun?
Hahaha: I thought they were gone? Defeated.
Hehehe: No one ever goes away in wrestling.
Hahaha: Unless you are RB Cardone, PT Merciless, or Allen Anderson.
Hehehe: Ha! They can come back to the sport!
Hahaha: If someone has a shovel…
Fred: Can you do faster? The New Untouchables!
The twins pick up their speed some more, the arc through the air starting to flatten out from the speed.
Hehehe: Who dat?
Hahaha: I don’t know?
Hehehe: We should say something.
Hahaha: Like what?
Hehehe: The New Untouchables. Can’t touch this.
Hahaha: Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh can’t touch this!
Fred: That was stupid and the joke was old! Bear O’Dactyl!
The twins catch their axes and stop throwing them. They each have two axes that they seem ready to throw, though at whom is anyone’s guess. Fred takes on an expression of confusion.
Fred: Guys? Clowns? What’s up?
The twins take on angry expressions as if someone might have insulted their mother.
Hehehe: Pequeno Dinosaurio.
Hahaha: Union Jack.
Hehehe: They are bad people.
Hahaha: Pequeno tried to play with-
Hehehe: The Mistress’ naughty bits.
Hahaha: He wants her sex!
Fred looks on, enthused as he hears about such a taboo topic. He smiles even as his mother in the room guffaws at such a story being told.
Hehehe: Union Jack is so mean.
Hahaha: Him need his butt kicked.
Hehehe: We are just-
Hahaha: The guys to do it!
Fred: Team Fairtex!
Hehehe: Pass.
Hahaha: Armand’s lesser in Mr. Anderson was always their better.
Hehehe: We don’t want to speak of the mentally ill in the form of Tong and Phantam.
Hahaha: If they would only take their medicine.
Hehehe: Like all of it-
Hahaha: At once.
Fred: Oblivion Death Squad!
Hehehe: How Donzig-gun get-
Hahaha: Two teams in the thing?
Hehehe: That’s no fair!
Hahaha: Well, the Oblivion Death Squad make us look smart!
Hehehe: Well, yeah.
Hahaha: I know.
Fred: FASTER!
The twins pick up their speed until the throwing axes going back and forth between the two look like a blur. Fred’s mother starts looking worried, but Fred’s eyes are at max wideness.
Fred: Wow!
Hehehe turns his head to look at Fred and smile. That’s all the distraction that is needed for a throwing axe to bury itself into the side of his skull. The other three axes follow suit, embedding themselves into his body. Dark blood pours the wounds and Hehehe’s eyes roll up into the back of his head as he falls onto his back. Fred’s mother screams while Fred’s eyes go even wider and he wets himself.
Fred: What the fuck?
Fred’s Mom: Fred, you can’t say that. Also, what the fuck?
Hahaha walks over with a wide smile.
Hahaha: It’s ok.
Fred: He’s dead!
Hahaha: We can’t die. It’s a curse. Just hold on.
The ugly little clown giggles in a ghastly way as he pulls out each axe from his brother, splattering himself and the area with black blood as he does so. A few seconds after the last axe is pulled, Hehehe sits up and holds his arms out.
Hehehe: Tada!
Hahaha: We can do this all day, but-
Hahaha: It still hurts like a bitch.
Fred’s mom: Get out! Get the fuck out!
The twins gather their things and bulldoze down a security guard who is checking on Fred on their way out.
