Y'all Know What Scene This Is

It was a normal day for Johnny Vidi. He ran a store titled ‘BARNEY’S LOVE NEST’ where they sold sex toys and other naughty goods. On the outside the store appeared to be like any other adult shop but deep below it held a dark secret and a dangerous villain. As Johnny was preparing the store for closure, two figures would come crashing through the window, destroying the cashr egister.

“WHAT IN TARNATION?!”

Johnny was livid. Half his money was gone because one of the men was a literal burning man. Angered, he tied the two unconscious people and dragged them to the basement level where he began to monologue.

“Nobody fights in Barn’s place of business.” Muttered Johnny as he stared at his two captives who appeared to be unconscious at the time.

The doorbell is heard ringing in the distance.

“There’s Barney.”

Johnny walked up the steps and opened the door. Another shrill voice could be heard in the distance.

“I thought you said you’d wait for me?” Said Barney.

“I did bitch.”

Barney descended the stairs and stared at his new captives, licking his lips.

“Then why they already roughed up?”

“I don’t know, fuckers came flying through the roof. Damn near trashed the store.”

A brief moment of silence hung in the air.

“So who we doing first?”

“Let’s try the weird looking one. Fool burnt half the stash.”

Johnny walked over to pick up Squee but the villain would ignite his skin, damn near burning Johnny’s hand. Barney would laugh but Johnny was not finding it funny. He could’ve sworn they were unconscious.

“Why you…!”

Johnny’s hands would grow in size as he bitch slapped the fuck out of Squee, knocking his chair to the ground.

[Johnny’s Quirk: Big Parts - Can increase the size individual limbs. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
]

Johnny looked to Barney to which the latter nodded. Barney sighed before knocking on a wooden beam nearby.

“PULP! Wake your ass up and GET!”

Barney would then turn off the basement lights, leaving everything in darkness except for the flashlight he held. He’d aim his light at a figure dressed in black descending the stairs in chains. Oddly enough the figure presented no shadow. He presented himself before his master, Barn who forced him to his knees.

“Down boy.”

Barney then aimed his flashlight at Squee, casting a large shadow on the floor.

“Fetch.”

In a frenzied hurry, Pulp scrambled towards the shadow only for Barney to change the direction of the light, placing the shadow elsewhere. The two men laughed as the dark figure hurried around the room chasing the shadow like a cat running to its tail until it finally caught it. Suddenly Squee would find himself frozen.

“Alright let’s get him up.”

The two men proceeded to lift the frozen man up as Pulp strayed behind, keeping the villain frozen until Baney yanked his chain to the ground.

“Watch the boy.”

Barney threw onto the floor, casting a large shadow of the young hero. With obedience, Pulp stayed and watched over the captive as the door closed behind him.


Loud, donkey like noises could be heard in the other room. One could only imagine what was going on and the one who does will regret the image that comes forth. Pulp reveled in the noises as he made quiet moaning noises every few seconds.

Pulp was no fool. He could feel the strain on his mind as the boy tore through his mind. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed it very much. The longer the search went the harder it became. Pulp’s strange moans changed cadence and matched the upbeat’s of every jump the child made when traveling through Pulp’s past. Should he flash some images to this child? 8 inches? Before Pulp could finish these thoughts, the pain stopped.

The child had stopped searching, allowing Pulp to reach a well deserved climax until;

"Bro. I don't know if you can hear me, but you don't deserve to be here, a badly treated slave to these dudes. I can read minds. I saw how your mother abused you and that wasn't right, I can see that you were a victim so no one blames you since you don't know. If you can understand me, we need to get out of here. Now!"

With anger, Pulp broke free of his chains and stepped into the child’s shadow, shutting his mouth. How dare he? How dare he excite him so much? How dare he be this cute, wonderous, and curious? How dare he care about Pulp? Pulp, no, Ed wanted to do so much but he knew his masters would not approve. Are there any other children like the one before him? From his age and mannerism he appeared to be a school student. To which school though? Which school grooms children so well? Ed needed to thank the principal.

Personally.

Pulp, still with a foot in the boy’s shadow, leaned in real close to the child. He unzipped his mask and licked the child’s cheek. He didn’t have a real reason for his actions, but something compelled him to do so. Anyways, after getting real intimate with the child Ed decided that he couldn’t allow his masters to have their way with the child. They could anally torture the hell out of Mr. Fire, but this child. This child was special.

Door Opens

“Alright Pulp,” Said Johnny. “Let’s get--Wait, why are you out of your?! Barney! BARNEY!”

As Johnny began to scream Pulp would rush into the man’s shadow and reach for his neck. Johnny came rushing in, dildo in hand ready to stop Pulp before he could finish his partner. The tall man loomed over Pulp as the latter strangled Johnny.

Pulp finished off his master and began to carress his face as the child did his thing with Barney. Sobbing, Pulp closed the eyelids of his masters and kissed them softly on the lips. Killing them was quite hard and not because Pulp deemed it so, but because of barney.

[Barney’s quirk- Love Inducement: Make others love you]

The boy was lucky he had not suffered under the hands of Barney because when one gets intimate with the large man, it will never stop. Squee was living proof of that as the fire guy rushed over to the lifeless body of Barney, sobbing. His short time with Johnny and Barney had become the best. Looking at the dead bodies of his masters, Pulp couldn’t wrap his head around his betrayal. If he was forced to love the two, then how could he take part in killing them?

The answer was simple, but easy to overlook. Pulp did not know true love. The only woman he ever loved he had killed and raped her severed head. If he could do that to his own mother, what’s stopping him from killing a random man he had only met a week ago despite how much he ‘loved’ him. Pulp moaned in dismissal before standing and taking off his mask, revealing a very handsome man. Mr. America quality. Turning to the boy, he finally spoke.

“Thank you for saving me, child. I won’t forget your cute little sacrifice. I’ll make it up to you and become a teacher where I can meet other cute children like you.” Pulp stepped in the boy’s shadow again and licked his eye to neck before stomping on the flashlight and dashing out the basement.

“TILL WE MEET AGAIN! AND WE WILL <3!”