Chillin' Like a Villain

[superkamiguy1]

A one shot story that will serve as a testing bed thread for a Villain in my Shonen Story!

Coming Soon!

[superkamiguy1]

The room was caked with blood and guts. The walls, floor and ceiling were covered in blood and gore with the guts and organs of the unfortunate victim who'd just been exploded all over the room. A casual humorous cheerful humming tone filled the horrifying room as a white haired young man wearing a blue longcoat with some black highlights, a black shirt with several skulls designed down the front, black pants, and black and blue shoes strolled across the blood and guts covered room. His clay-like skin is a deathly pale chalk white with several scars criss-crossing his face as if his face was recently put together. A fact backed up further by the bindings around his throat and peaking out from under his shirt. He looks less like a human and more like a laboratory experiment or some sort of creature was wearing the skin of a human. The humanoid young man continued to stroll through the room before suddenly stopping, crouching down and reaching into the blood and guts on the floor and swirling his hand around until he pulled out a blood drenched pair of headphones.

"Awwww man this is s cool! These are the new Soundoff Headphones model, right? And you're just giving them to me! Awwwww man! You're so nice! Thanks so much man. It's too bad I don't have anything to give back to you...buuuuut...I can make you something! Check this out!" He slapped the guts pile again with his free hand and then he began swirling his hand around and around and around in a circle as an unearthly unnatural indescribable light illuminated the room and suddenly all of the blood and guts covering the room suddenly snapped back together and reassembled into a blood trophy comprised of blood and guts that quickly solidified. It had the shape of a trophy but it was blood red with the organs decorating it in various random places. The humanoid young man put the headphones around his neck and then he stood up with the trophy, walked across the room, grabbed a table, dragged it across the room into the middle of the room and then he set it down and set the trophy on top of it.

"Ahhhh there we go! See? Now you've got your very own Blood Trophy! Be sure to show it to all your friends!" He told the trophy and then he began effortlessly gliding backwards in a flawless moonwalk, sliding across the floor with grace and precision before he suddenly stopped and looked up at the ceiling. "Huh. You know? Now that I think about it...I never asked your name...hmmm. Yeah. Okay. That's my bad. What should I call you then? Hmmm...." he tapped the headphones before he suddenly smiled again. "Hey I know! I'll call you Soundoff? Hey is that cool, Soundoff?" He asked the trophy. Being, of course, a trophy it said nothing. "Great. Thanks a lot man. Enjoy your trophy!" He placed the new pair of headphones on his ears and danced right out of the room and back out into the subway station.