You know, at this point, I was considering laying into this bullshit’s foundation and point out that Sean thinks himself irreplaceable. Everything he has presented about himself, excusing the author’s muscle-gasm fantasies, has been excused as Spartan prowess. But guess what, this chapter, yes, after 15 chapters of jerking himself and us around, finally Sean is being granted his secret power-exposition upgrade. And it wrongs every minute right the author could pretend to have. I really hit every nail on the head with my deconstruction of this power fantasy wish fulfillment. I’m both ticked off and relieved we don’t have half a nation of this asshole
Chapter 16 queen for a day
A consolation prize for the year-round bimbos, I guess.
(Originally I wasn't going to do this but then I'm like why the hell not? So Enjoy this chapter)
I thought I wasn’t going to enjoy this chapter, but then I was like, yeah, I’m not.
"Remind me again what the hell is a homecoming queen?" Sean asked
"Please tell me you're joking?" Alex asked.
"No seriously what is it?" Sean asked.
"Didn't you go to high school in Sparta?" Sam asked.
You Americans and your silly school system rituals, thinking it applies when in Europe neighboring countries will only have similar educational structures by accident.
"No I went to military training. In Sparta you have a choice. Learn in regular school and be a civilian or become a soldier and fight for all of Sparta." Sean said
"Oh well that explains it." Donna said.
My previous statement still applies, and it now goes double for this xeno-centric dipshit’s fake dream-übermench sovereign state fantasy. High school proms and homecomings are an American thing. But fine, let’s indulge this vapid pseudo-Sparta caricature and pretend they have high schools with proms. It wouldn’t even matter if half the country was forced into conscription, because what pathetic, clueless, responsibility-dodging failure of a royal member of the throne don’t know the culture of his own people?!
"Well a homecoming queen is for the homecoming dance those who get the most votes win the title as homecoming queen." Clover said.
"Thats stupid its kinda an insult to real queens in the world to me." Sean said.
I can’t wait for your impotent cultural appropriation complaints on tumblr once you learn about drag queens, then.
"Well thats the life of high school." Alex said as Clover inserted her disk for her way to get everyone to vote for her as homecoming queen.
Unless it’s a disk that glows from an earlier episode, I think you need to stop drooling out only half the canon onto your keyboard, author.
"The hell was that?" Sean asked unimpressed.
"Not good enough?" Clover asked.
"Clover that was three-seconds of shit you could have done better then that."
You really know how to talk to women to make them feel special, don’t you, Sean?
Sean said just as Mandy and some band marched in. "Oh what now?" Sean asked annoyed.
"Watch and learn how a real queen wins handsome." Mandy said putting her disk in after ejecting Clover's. Mandy's version was more mean since it was insulting Clover in every way.
Then again, Clover’s did include the line ‘Gas the Jews’, so they balance each other out. Describe shit, author, you keyboard-abusing baboon!
"So what do you think stud?" Mandy asked trailing her finger on his chin.
"Two words." Sean said holding two fingers up making her smile thinking he liked it. "Fuck off." Sean said making the whole school burst out laughing while she looked at him in shock before growling and stomped off with her disk.
Author, this ridiculous, unconvincing punching-bag syndrome you have is bordering on obsessive, since you can’t even find a foundation to put your silly ‘reject bitch – get praise’ ego boost on. No one, alive or dead, would believe Mandy would approach Sean – the man who last time they met threatened to ‘show her what happens to her kind in his country’ while calling her a dumb bitch - no matter how hard your erection gets when imagining yourself as him. And then, as if having instantly become prom king already, he summons a social justice story bookend scene by doing such insightful verbal jousting, that he could have conveyed by simply dropping his pants and shitting directly on the floor in front of everyone. Your bully inferiority fantasies are only special in the way that they make bullying victims want to bully you.
"Nice." Donna said holding her sides as she kept laughing along with the other girls.
"No one insults my girls without getting hurt by me." Sean said smirking while the girls smiled.
Yeah, because we know only you are allowed to verbally abuse your breeder drones, barely a paragraph ago, douchebag
"Ugh! How'm I supposed to win against that?" Clover asked since Mandy's presentation was more flashy then hers.
Don’t you just love the canon railroad that ignores the entire school was present for the supposed victorious dismissal of the b-plot antagonist?
"You don't just forget it. I mean what the hell is the point in winning if it's a one time thing?" Sean asked.
So, one shot why bother? If it can only be done once, that means you’ll never get another chance, numb-nuts!
"It's a girl thing." Donna said not interested herself but knew where this was coming from.
"Well, it's a dumb thing still."
Are you ever going to be supportive of anything your bed-warmers do outside the bedroom, you uncultured swine?
Sean said as they walked by the trashcan as Clover put her disk in it before they heard something.
"Huh?" Sam said before they were all sucked in it.
"OH COME ON ALREADY?!" Sean yelled before they landed in a pod and flew off. "What the absolute hell?" Sean said as they flew to the ocean and on a ship before landing. "This better be a cruise ship." Sean said.
You work for Jerry, Sean. You got paid a mansion to have this job. Have some dignity, stop whining, and suck it up, princess.
"No such luck I'm afraid and the mansion you wanted is more then enough to last a lifetime." Jerry said.
"True just so long as you don't act blind to the facts from now on." Sean said reminding him his screw up.
Trust me, Sean, you remind him of that every single day you are alive.
"Well anyway right now, you are en route to the northern African nation of Lyrobia wheres there's been a rather unusual kidnapping attempt on the nations queen Tassara." Jerry said. "We suspect it was perpetrated by the neighboring nation of Kenyopia. Sean Sparta has had to keep these two nations in line before correct?" Jerry asked.
"Yeah my mom has had friends from Lyrobia come to Sparta for some help out of fear of a war occurring and since the world knows better then to screw with us the other nation backed off."
Oh, yeah, sure, the whole world knows better than to tangle with a jarhead master race too big for its own sandals that it starts unravelling nations in a separate continent. I wonder how many nuclear warheads people are simply too afraid to launch at them, too.
Sean said remembering the story from mission reports he's read before. "But what do you mean unusual kidnapping?" Sean asked.
That they invited her out on a date before fucking her, I know it’s not something you’ve heard of before, Sean.
"Apparently, the perpetrator used some sort of Anti-gravity device to literally lift the queen from her palace." Jerry said making Sean's eyes widen.
'It cant be.' Sean thought in his head knowing one person tried to create such a weapon before in his younger years.
Big deal, Sean, WOOHP has like three different gadgets of that kind, so stop pretending you can worm your origin’s roots into the plot now.
"Is something wrong?" Jerry asked.
"Huh? Oh uh nothing just weapons like that are hard to make." Sean said.
"Indeed and is precisely why I'm sending you to protect her majesty. Now girls come and get you new gadgets while Sean I have something knew you will like."
Oh, come on, Jerry, you know giving him a pack of condoms is useless, since every woman in existence is on the pill.
Jerry said showing him to the back. Sean was looking at some new guns that had some glowing blue lines on them.
"What are these?" Sean asked picking up a pistol.
"These are special weapons that will suit you perfectly we call them Incapacitating Cartridge Emitting Railguns or I.C.E.R.s for short."Jerry said(Got this from agents of shield)
And like the cancerous parasite of fictional universes you are, you seem to expect a badge of honor for the fact that you can enhance your power fantasy by including it, when it’s never going to be used in this chapter!!
"Nice." Sean said inspecting the weapons.
"Fuck!" Donna groaned out in misery as they traveled to the palace on camels and the heat was killing her.
"What?" Sean asked unfazed by the heat due to his time in Sparta.(I forget isn't Greece a hot zone?)
Wow, I’ve torn personal fantasies apart at the foundation before, but I didn’t expect bedrock this early. It’s Mediterranean climate, you Google-allergic ingrate.
"Its so hot and not in a sexy way at all." Donna said.
"You could just take off your clothes." Alex said ridding her camel without her shirt and pants on leaving her in an orange bra and orange thong that had a heart in the center of it.
"She does have a point." Sam said ridding her Camel in only her green thong.
"Second that." Clover said being the only one that was completely naked not wanting any tan lines.
Yes, author, expose your flesh lights to the baking, dusty, deadly elements of a desert. The reason you don’t see movies with people stripping down when wandering in the desert is because it worsens the conditions the desert causes you, you porn-addled dumbass.
"Where are all your clothes anyway?" Donna asked in surprise not seeing them like that the whole trip.
"In our bags duh. Once we get close enough we can redress out here." Alex said taking her bra off and put it in her bag.
"You girls have no shame at all." Sean said making them giggle.
"Oh like you complaining mister who made us addicted to sex." Clover said spanking herself for his amusement making him chuckle.
”Teehee, we are nothing but pin-up, jerk-off material”.
You know, just in case anyone was still delusional, thinking this fanfic contained characters true to the ones you saw in the show, like the author.
"Sometimes I wonder what might have happened if I didn't come with you girls to the states." Sean said.
"Well I don't." Sam said rubbing her breasts.
Sure, keep having every character approve and shower your dick in praise for how it has turned the universe inside out, author. It’s so subtle.
"There it is." Alex said seeing the palace and got dressed.
"Oh come on." Donna said annoyed as she was about to strip butt naked.
"Maybe next time." Sean said kissing her cheek making her smile.
"Welcome to Lyrobia. I'm queen Tassara and this is my sister Makeda." Tassara said while eyeing Sean without the female spies seeing and was liking what she was seeing along with her sister who licked her lips.
What, were they all too busy disrespecting the Queen talking directly to them, by tying their shoe laces, to notice her lust-wandering gaze?
"Can you tell us exactly what happened?" Sean asked leaning on the wall.
"I'm not exactly sure since I was so confused at the time when my sister saved me when it happened." Tassara said.
Because her advisor Akim who did it in canon couldn’t, because any man the girls could ever glance at with desire won’t exist in this fanfic. The author is that incredibly possessive of his fantasy.
"Some green light was pulling her out the window during the night and I had to pull her in and suddenly it stopped and she fell on me hard." Makeda said frowning at her sister who rolled her eyes.
"For the last time that was not my fault." Tassara said annoyed.
"You are heavier then you look." Makeda said annoyed.
”You call this original dialogue?” ConcernedGamer said annoyed.
"Um ladies." Sean said getting their attention seeing him grin in amusement. "As entertaining as this whole thing is can you stay focused." Sean said making them blush in embarrassment.
Considering that you thought that entertaining is starting to explain a lot about this fanfic, actually.
"Uh right sorry." Tassara said blushing. "Anyway after all that some people outside just ran off." Tassara said.
"Mind if I have a look around the room?" Sean asked making her nod.
"You girls must be exhausted from your travel here. My servant will escort you to your rooms." Tassara said having the girls nod as a woman came and escorted them out.
"Hundred bucks says he takes both of them at the same time." Donna whispered to the girls who snicker.
A thousand says it will be as bland, forgettable, and identical as the previous shit.
"Shall we?" Tassara said holding her hand out and Sean smirked before holding it at she and her sister escorted him to her room to "Investigate". (Yeah right)
Your quotation marks are supposed to be the indicator of your sarcasm, not your parenthesis-itis - why are you like this?!
Looking around the room Sean found some green dirt on the ground. While he was doing this he failed to notice something.
Because if he one day ever noticed sex coming his way beforehand, it would seem like he didn’t deserve it, after all.
"I don't know what this is by I'll send it to Jerry for analysis. Now about..." Sean tried to say but stopped and whistled in awe when he saw Tassara and Makeda both naked as the day they were born. "Wow." Sean said in awe making them giggle. "Not that I don't like the view but what brought this on?"
Speaking of which, I can’t help but notice a clear jump-cut between these bimbos going from clothed to nude. How the hell is this inefficient author ever going to fulfil his threat of a strip club scene?
Sean asked making them giggle more as Makeda walked to him swaying her hips as did and closed the blinds and shut the back door so no one could hear them.
I only wish the author would stop coddling his fantasy soap-bubble to the point, where it’s clear he’s projecting the fear of his parents hearing him masturbating through his locked door.
"Now do you really want to know or do you want to take us both?"
We’ve been here so many times the author won’t even bother having the blowup dolls confess to desire his self-insert at this point.
Makeda asked trailing her finger on his chest as she removed his shirt and licked her lips seeing his extremely muscled chest. "Oh my." Makeda said enjoying the view.
"Hours of training princess."
I’m trying my hardest here, author. I really am. The petty insults and ranting nitpicks I’ve kept at bay would brand me in ways you don’t understand. Much the same way that you don’t understand how your fever dream power fantasy just lowballed physical fitness a hundred times worse than One Punch Man did!! YEARS of training, you slob!
Sean said making her smirk as she licked his chest and moaned from his taste.
Lyrobians must really love the flavors of sand and sweat.
"And this princess likes the results very much. Now lets get real serious." Makeda said as she took him to the bed and sat him down gently.
"Lets see if the stories of Spartans are true."
That you need 300 of them to make a difference?
Tassara said as she and her sister removed his pants and boxers and both gasped from the size of his cock.
"It wont bite." Sean said teasingly.
It might, since we’ve had barely any physical description of it, and it’s not like I’d approach this author for biology lessons.
"Shall we?" Makeda said to her sister who smirked as they got on the different sides of his cock before grabbing their breasts.
"Lets." Tassara said as they smothered his cock between their breasts making him groan in bliss.
And the bliss has returned, with a vengeance.
"Nice." Sean said holding their heads gently.
"Want to see something hot love?" Tassara said making Makeda smirk and both kiss the tip of his cock and each other lovingly.
"Wow you two must have done this a lot." Sean said thrusting up slightly making them giggle.
They are both virgins, though, aren’t they? That’s the requirement to being in Dragonlord0’s fanfics, unless they have birthed another chew toy for him.
"Of course we love each other like no sisters normally would.
I don’t know, have you asked the Frozen fandom?
Of course we had to keep it secret since we don't want rumors of us going around and making crazy lies." Tassara said kissing her sister lovingly who moaned into the kiss.
Okay, cock-roast, tell me then what lies they would be telling by relaying exactly what they saw?
"But now we love someone together the same so now we can share and not have to hide anymore." Makeda said licking the tip making Sean groan.
Which is why you hide behind closed doors right now, that’s the metaphorical brilliance behind it, you see.
"Well then I guess your both in my harem then." Sean said making them giggle.
Your ego is amazing, Sean. Two people of nobility just targeted you, and your thought is that they are to be brought into your fold and not the other way around. How many more times are you going to have the author bend reality to his whims to perpetuate your delusions?
"Even better then since it mean we can experiment on others." Tassara said making Makeda giggle as they moved their breasts faster on his cock and felt him twitch. "Oh he's close sister." Tassara said licking the shaft expertly.
"Let him rain on us then. Let it out you Spartan stud." Makeda said making Sean let out a long groan as he exploded and came on them
You know, I’ve been ranting on this explosion thing for a while, but now that you are starting to have it be a separate thing from the actual ejaculation, I’m starting to grow worried, author.
making them moan softly as they were covered in his cum before they licked it all off.
"Delicious." Tassara said kissing Makeda who moaned as she held her sister close.
"My turn." Sean said pulling Tassara up making her squeal as she was on her stomach.
"Be gentle love we're both virgins."
I don’t have a reason to say ‘told you so’, because anyone following along would have predicted this alongside with me. This fanfic is demanding ludicrous circumstances for its increasing number of vapid indulgences, while you couldn’t even find the same amount of virgins in a nunnery!
Tassara said as her sister kissed her lovingly to keep her mind off the soon to be coming pain.
"Don't worry I'm always gentle for my girls first time." Sean said kissing her neck making her moan before he slid inside her making her groan in discomfort while her sister held her head to her lap and gasped as he made it all the way in breaking her virginity and blood came out.
At this point, this feels more like a ritual, with the author reinforcing these elements just to convince himself that pain is mandatory, inevitable, and an expected excuse in the performance.
"Oh god it hurts!" Tassara yelled in pain but was silenced by her sister who shoved her face in her pussy to muffle her cries.
"Shhhh don't worry sister just relax and eat me out till it goes away."
Sure, you are in horrible pain but don’t let that keep others out of the fun. Does this author think eating someone out is like getting a soothing ice cream?
Makeda said and moaned as Tassara licked her sex. Sean smiled as he leaned forward and pulled Makeda into a loving kiss making her moan. "Go on fuck her." Makeda said making him nod and thrusted into her making Tassara moan into her sisters pussy which made her moan in return.
"I wonder what the others in the nation would think if they saw you two doing this?" Sean said in a feral voice in Makeda's ear making her shudder in excitement.
We have been on this hypocritical topic three times already in this chapter alone, author. Spare me your fake exhibitionism and commit, you self-emasculating pussy.
"It would be so naughty for us to be seen like this but such a turn on. Why? Do you want to take us out on the streets right now?" Makeda asked licking his muscled chest making him smirk before smacking her ass which made her gasp before moaning in bliss.
"I'm not much for public adventures like that but Clover is. Once this mission is done perhaps you two could experiment a little."
I don’t know what I should disbelieve more. That the royal pair would follow you like puppies into squalor beneath their palace standards, or that Clover wouldn’t demand to live here instead.
Sean said making her smirk before kissing him again before her eyes widened as she felt her orgasm approaching fast.
"Please hurry my love and cum inside her I'm close." Makeda said rotating her hips so her sister's tongue would move around a little more before gasping as she came and was silenced by Sean when he pulled her into a kiss as she came inside Tassara who had her eyes roll into the back of her head feeling his warm seed inside her womb.
I’m sure her eyes were merely searching around for some commas. She’ll find 126. In this chapter? Don’t be foolish. In all the previous 15 chapters combined, perhaps? That sounds pretty pitiful, doesn’t it? Try all 35 chapters in total! And that’s not even the bottom line. Ignoring author’s notes, ignoring places where he clearly mistyped an ellipses, and ignoring where their only purpose was to list off names, physical descriptions, and monetary amounts, there are only 22 grammatically functioning commas in this entire story, and half of them aren’t even used correctly! I’m fucking crying right now!!
She and Makeda were on the pill so she wasn't worried about getting pregnant at least not for a few more years.
Go back to writing Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfics, author. There your trap card timing narrative is of better use.
"Mmmm so warm." Tassara said before pushing Makeda down and kissed her making Makeda moan as she held her close. "Its your turn now sister." Tassara said kissing where her heart was making Makeda moan before spreading her legs and traced her fingers around her sex.
"Go on stud my pussy is waiting for you." Makeda said slapping her sex lightly making her moan softly.
How often and what won’t make these bimbos moan? It’s like as second a nature as breathing at this point.
Sean smirked before lining himself up and Tassara sat her pussy on her face. "Go on fuck me like a whore." Makeda said and gasped as he thrusted into her fast and nearly screamed from the pain till Tassara placed her pussy in her mouth and moaned from having her sister's muffled screams vibrate around her sex.
I could start a counter on how many times your inadequate prepositions have made it hard to distinguish whether you have switched around people’s genitals and forgot what they were called, author.
"Oh yes Makeda your mouth is the best." Tassara said in bliss before Sean pulled her into a kiss making her moan. "Your also the first man we ever kissed you should be honored."
Planets align more often than the amount of virgin sex-professional sluts completely untouched by any man, author. I can’t possibly ridicule your fantasy’s standards any more than they do themselves, but I’m certainly going to try.
Tassara said rubbing her hands on his chest moaning from feeling his hard abs and shuddered when she felt his twelve pack. "Mmmm so hard." Tassara said in bliss from just feeling his muscles with her hands.
"No Spartan is some half muscled amateur like most of the world."
Oh, you insecure little bitch, I could pinch your cheek that’s how adorably infantile you are. It’s comedic enough that you need to imagine your self-insert flexing your imaginary muscles for you, but then you needed to imagine him figuratively doing it in front of a mirror while simultaneously patting his back and ejaculating himself a trophy for how impossible his existence is. Wish-fulfilment is there to substitute something you find lacking, author, otherwise you wouldn’t provide it for yourself, and the strength of which you write it reflects equally how far away from your own desired qualities you could consider yourself. The irony of it all is that your wish fulfilment isn’t including Sean to be a great author.
Sean said making her giggle before moaning as her sister shoved her tongue in deeper.
"Ahhh! Im so close." Tassara said and gasped when he shoved his tongue in her mouth making her moan as she held him close before her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came and felt Makeda come as well if her trembling was any indication and knew he came inside her.
"Mmm so good."
Mmm, so ‘insert noun’.
Makeda said as they laid down on the bed to regain their energy.
"So did I live up to your expectations?" Sean asked making them smirk before kissing his chest.
"Oh yes you have my future king." Tassara said lovingly.
"We're yours now and forever." Makeda said lovingly.
Why does every casual sexual encounter end like that was exactly what it wasn’t? This fantasy is so brittle it hurts to read it. So this muscled oaf can get any woman he wants because all they – anyone, really - ever wants, is muscles. I don’t even think the author has described Sean’s other features as qualifying for desire. Well, guess what the next logical step would be if another pea brained steroid abuser walked by? These bimbos would ditch Sean, but that’s of course never going to happen, because in truth the reason they pick Sean is because the author says they do.
"We live to serve you and do whatever you wish." Makeda said making him smirk.
"Oh Really? What If I wish for you to walk outside naked right now?" Sean asked making her smile.
"Do you want me to now?" Makeda asked trailing her tongue slowly on his chest.
You are a sham, author. I’m tired of you pretending these risky fictional repercussions for your fantasy, which you don’t even dare follow up on, because the moment you tickle yourself at the risk, you fold when all you even had to do is tell us no one happened to notice the exhibitionist.
"Go on." Sean said making her smirk and walked out of bed and went to the door and went outside.
"The only reason she's not so nervous is because the palace is so empty right now and filled with our more open mind female servants who are used to her nudity."
And once more the tension was neutered by the spineless author, who can’t even allow other men to get boners in this universe, for fear that his self-fashioned illusion of masculinity starts to grow dim at the comparison.
Tassara said giggling while eyeing her sisters naked butt and licked her lips before giggling as Sean nibbled and licked her ear.
"Well if you get the chance you two can walk around naked in my place all you want." Sean said making her smile at him and her sister came back with a sexy smirk as she got back in the bed and pulled the covers over them.
"Rest now love we have an event later tonight." Tassara said getting Makeda to nod as they laid on his chest.
Well, there was also supposed to be a plot, a plan, and the fact that Makeda is the secret anti-gravity weapon-dealing antagonist of the episode striving for power, but when did little details like that matter? She has a pussy, so the author’s dick intervened.
"Well don't you all look happy." Alex said making them sit up and saw Alex Sam Clover and Donna at the door all nude as them making Tassara and Makeda smirk.
"Come on in then. The bed is big enough for all of us." Tassara said making them smile and got in the bed with them.
"I love my life." Sean said making the girls giggle before drifting off to sleep.
Remember to save some of your bedside tissues for when you cry yourself to sleep, author.
Later at night
"Wow this place is lively here." Sean said liking the party.
"I just hope nothing goes wrong tonight I don't want the war to continue." Tassara said before Sean kissed her cheek making her smile.
"Don't worry nothing like that is going to happen."
We know! Conflict is impossible! The only tension this fanfic leaves me with is from whether or not I’ll grind down my own teeth before I’m done with it!
Sean said making her feel less stressed.
Unknown to them however though one of the people who was hired to kidnap the queen was looking at the party and pressed something on his ear.
For fuck sake, author. You go into omniscient perspective mode on your original content and you’ve forgotten what an ear piece or a communicator is?
"Sir mission objective is in sight but be advised primary is here." The man said.
"Your certain?" Another male voice said on the comms.
"Affirmative." The man said.
"Alright abort your current mission capture the primary." The other man said.
"So tell me how do you feel about children?" Tassara asked Sean with her sister.
Well, the author originally thought the spies were 14 when he wrote his smut, so I’d like to hear that answer myself.
"I would be the happiest person if I had a kid now. But I'm willing to wait a few years and enjoy the sex life I have now." Sean said making them giggle.
"Well I know you'd be a wonderful father."
The only quality you’ve learnt about him so far is his dick, so whatever you ‘know’ about is impossible to base on anything else, you sick fuck. This ‘perfect parent’ praise is the type of idyllic bullshit that should be a tell that you are stuck in a fake reality.
Makeda said making him smile and kissed her forehead.
"And you two would be perfect mothers." Sean said making them blush while smiling before the lights went out. "The hell?" Sean said.
"Sean do you see anything?" Sam asked on the comms.
"No nothing everything seems wait a second."
Yeah, of course he doesn’t see anything, the lights are off. One gadget, author! Just portray a single damn spy gadget for once. You don’t even have spy activity in your Totally Spies! fanfic!!
Sean said seeing some men trying to walk out of the palace. "I've got eyes on possible hostiles.
”They didn’t stick around to gawk at me in adoration, clearly they are hostiles.”
Protect the Queen and her sister I'll check it out." Sean said leaving the two after kissing them softly as he walked to the possible hostiles. Walking outside he looked for them.
"Where the hell did they go?" Sean asked.
"Right here." A male voice said making turn around and got knocked out.
I think this Spartan is broken, any chance we can get a replacement? I vote for Kratos. At least I’d trust him to be a parent!
"Where is he?" Donna asked before they saw a helicopter come in and the men Sean was looking for got on with him knocked out. "HEY!" Donna yelled trying to get on the chopper but couldn't as they were to high and got away.
They got away despite Donna’s best efforts of pinching them between her fingers over the horizon.
"I don't get it. I thought Tassara was the target." Alex said.
"Oh dear." Tassara said in fear. Just then the girls comm powders went off and they opened them and Jerry was seen.
"Hello girls hows the mission?" Jerry asked.
Terrific. Couldn’t be better.
"Not good Sean was captured." Sam said.
Okay, now you’re sending me mixed messages here, Sam.
"Oh my." Jerry said concerned.
"Jerry is it possible this was a set up to get Sean out in the open?" Clover asked.
Out in the open? He’s a prince, lives in a mansion, and attends a public high school. I’m sure targeting him when armed and alert on the job was a brilliant strategy. Well, it worked, so what do I know?
"Well actually we just received a transmission not to long ago saying something about a primary object being seen. It's possible they were referring to Sean and abandoned the mission to capture the queen." Jerry said.
"Why would they want him though?" Makeda asked.
That one’s easy to answer. It’s either to torture him or be the initializers for his secret second super power. It’s incredible how similar all this author’s stories are.
"Well Sean isn't exactly normal by human standards from what I can tell from his file that isn't redacted there was a scientist that was experimenting on his countrymen in Sparta and Sean was one of them. The experiment was stoped by Sean's parents but were killed in an explosion of the lab. Whoever this scientist was is classified but was presumed to have been killed in the explosion as well. Its possible he's still alive and needs something from Sean to continue the experiment." Jerry said.
While Sean is boring as all hell, they are going to be disappointed, since the cure for insomnia would have to come from something less annoying.
"What was the experiment?" Sam asked.
"Unlimited endurance maybe?" Alex said to the girls who giggle.
An immunity to venereal disease, more likely.
"I cant say since its redacted as well. You'll have to find Sean and ask him yourself. His phone is still active so you can find him." Jerry said.
Sean was beginning to wake up and found himself strapped to a chair.
The first time in a long while he isn’t waking up in a bed, but I’m not sure these circumstances would be new to him for the same reason.
"Hey what the fuck?" Sean said trying to get out.
"I wouldn't bother trying to get free my boy." A male voice said and Sean looked up and saw a man with white hair and a lab coat. "Allow me to introduce myself my name is doctor Whitehall I am..." Whitehall tried to say.
"I know who you are. Ex German scientist in human biology your work was dedicated to unlocking the human potential that had yet to be discovered." Sean said making him chuckle in amusement.
A HYDRA leader from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Totally irrelevant, as this author doesn’t understand crossovers as much as he simply thinks injecting a character from something he likes will enrich his story.
"I see you've done your research. No wonder he is so interested in you." Whitehall said.
"Who?" Sean asked.
"Micheal Kree." Whitehall said.
"Never heard of him." Sean said.
Me neither, but Google tells me he appears in other stories made by this author. Sometimes I feel like I’m mocking a hydra, knowing that after this story, two more will take it’s place.
"Not surprising but the work he's doing I'm sure you've seen. He's a disciple of the man who experimented on you when you were 6 years old." Whitehall said making Sean growl and tried to get free.
"What do you want from me?" Sean asked annoyed.
"What I want is irrelevant but what he wants is his business." Whitehall said before Sean got free and knocked him out.
Tada, Sean wanted to free himself, and he succeeded. Isn’t this exciting? Isn’t it a thrill? Can you bear waiting for the next time he is once more involved in a cut-scene like transition from Point A to Point B?!
"Well its mine now to." Sean said going to the computer but couldn't access anything and suddenly.
"Warning breach detected initiating self destruction in 5 minutes." The computer system said.
Geez, it’s a wonder a random janitor wiping off a keyboard hasn’t sent this place sky high already.
"AWWWW!" Sean yelled annoyed and ran out of there with Whitehall on his shoulder and got out just as the base exploded as everyone got out in time.
But right before they did that, they all reminded each other to take their contraception pills.
"Don't move kid!" One of the security guards said pointing his weapon at him as did the others when WOOHP helicopters arrived.
"Yeah fuck you." Sean said amused as the facility staff was taken into custody.
You are writing the least entertaining protagonist since Francis the Snivy, author. You think quips are just verbal diarrhea lamely spouted to get an acknowledgement of your ego-stroking superiority in edgewise. Set up a pun, you lazy fuck.
"There you are." Alex said walking up to him.
"Sorry if I worried you." Sean said sheepishly.
You’ve only been apart for less than six hundred words. I’m sure they were panicking like the headless chickens they already are.
"Why didn't you ever say you were experimented on?" Sam asked.
"Because the experiment failed. The experiment was meant to give eternal life to the test subjects but it failed all it did give me was infinite endurance and stamina along with increased muscle strength." Sean said.
Well, congratulations, author. Everything you’ve up until now established about Sean as a depiction of your pet faction master race has been a lie. Nothing he has ever done can be credited to Spartan heritage, including his sexual boasting in this chapter.
"Who was the guy who did all that to you?" Clover asked.
"Thats classified and personal information Clover." Sean said.
I can truly feel how you trust and love your fuck-buddies in a special and unique way, Sean.
"Look point it the experiment failed." Sean said.
"Then why did they want you back?" Donna asked.
"Trying to get some new results I guess." Sean said shrugging his shoulders.
Or maybe they were just trying to fulfil the author’s flimsy backstory establishment, by pinning a post-it note on your back saying ‘Science Experiment’.
A man in lab clothes was looking over the data the facility Sean was at sent before it exploded.
"Interesting." The man said.
”He went straight to the web browser to look up hyper-muscled furry porn. No wonder the self-destruct initiated.”
"So what are the results this time?" A man in military armor asked.
"Just like they were before the accident. It seems the experiment failed in every test subject except him." The man said showing an image of Sean.
This man is a nefarious, evil bastard. He biologically engineering a Marty Stu!
"So what do you want us to do Micheal?" The man asked the now identified Micheal who chuckled.
"For now nothing. I need time to prepare the next phase of the project and that could take months maybe a year or two. So for now leave him be." Micheal said.
So, you’re saying we’ll never see any of it before the author loses interest in writing this story, am I right?
Back with the spies
"Oh love." Tassara said as she and her sister hugged Sean.
"Easy I'm fine not a scratch." Sean said calming them down.
What, did they use cotton swabs to test him with? Why would they kidnap him if there was literally nothing to take from him he wouldn’t notice? Even semen samples there are plenty enough of walking around.
"Sorry we just got really worried." Makeda said smiling at him.
"And I appreciate that but since when do Spartans ever fail?" Sean asked making the girls giggle.
It sounds to me like they fail when they get knocked out and kidnapped, loser.
"In the field almost never, In the bed though ohh you never fail there." Alex said with a perverted look on her face.
"Oy." Sean said.
Do they say ‘Oy’ a lot in Sparta? Must be a local dialect.
"Out of curiosity is your home big enough for two more?" Tassara asked.
"Don't you have to run things here?" Sean asked.
"The Spartan council said they would take care of that and call us in when some important emergency came up." Tassara said grinning.
Who cares about the people of the nation? Responsibilities is just something you can duck out of if you want to fuck all day long.
"I swear at this rate I'm going to need to have that island used." Sean said.
"Island?" The girls asked confused before Sean pulled up a picture on his phone and showed it to them and they gasped in shock and disbelief as it was a tropical island of sorts.
"Holy Shit!" Donna said in shock.
"How do you own an island?" Alex asked.
He owns it because the author realized he couldn’t fit his dick inside the mansion he made a single chapter ago. Also, he’s a prince, dumdum.
"It was a gift from the Jamaican government for solving a drug selling problem. The island is all mine and has its own exotic mansion there for all your needs." Sean said making stars appear in their eyes.
Are you sure you don’t want to also pull out a planet named Sparta for him from your ass next, author?
"We have to go there now!" Clover yelled in excitement making Sean chuckle.
"Maybe when we have a vacation." Sean said.
The author would do it now, but he’s starting to become too tired from snapping his fingers.
Authors note: Wow lots of love suspense drama and more exotic themes coming up.
Yeah, buzzword salad aside, future chapters include titles with the words ‘Total Drama Island”. The most exotic part is going to be an art-style change we’ll never hear about.
So next chapter will be either Aliens man or machine or the black widows. See ya oh and yeah so Sean is immortal and he doesn't know it...Yet that is.
Do I even have to say it? You fail, author. Your ego-pampering security blanket of a story is as pathetic as it could possibly get. You are part of a million different authors who make the same mistake thinking rigging reality to eliminate your crippling fear of the least bit of failure makes for story-telling. Sean has been served everything on a platter, was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he lays golden eggs. Congratulations, you’ve written yourself a Superman caricature with an immoral compass, a dirty mouth, and a sexual drive that confuses desire for affection. And you have absolutely nothing to write about him worth reading. No struggle. No goal to achieve. Not even a yearning for something else than what he has. You can’t even use the supporting cast to humanize him through, or to let him have something to protect, because nothing ever comes close to being a problem for him. You’ve grabbed a fictional universe like the moldable clay it could be in competent hands, and shaped it into the same useless ashtray every inspirationless imbecile makes, right before you shat in it and gifted it away, unfinished, unglazed, and unbaked!!
Two more for the road. This bingo board is starting to bore me.