Gangster gyaru

Regaining consciousness, I found myself in bed, surrounded by Silas and the others.

"You're awake, now do you want to hear what we told your favorite character?" Silas sneered.

I didn't want to hear it. I just wanted to get back to my world, but it seemed that wasn't doable. And in typical Silas fashion, he chose NOT to tell me what had transpired while I was out. The others were tightlipped as well, leaving me to play the guessing game.

I really hate those 4. Silas needs no introduction, nor do I want to give him one. All he craves is the suffering of others. A sick, shit heap in human flesh.

Then there's Ookley, the blubbery gorilla himself. He's technically the ringleader of all this, and is second only to Silas on the asshole scale.

Josie is the walking stereotype for the entitled snobby bitch. If she wants something, she'll take it by any means necessary. She's bought out the worlds of many, and worse, managed to swindle back all her money too.

Then there's Sharla... I wish things were better between us...

Getting back to the topic at hand, even though they refuse to tell me what transpired, I have an inkling of an idea on what they seek to do by showing themselves to the denizens of my world. They all...

...

"...Want to grant us salvation, but only if we kiss their asses somehow," I grumbled as I finished relaying what happened to me.

The bitch interrogating me stroked her bubblegum-colored dreadlocks as she sipped her boba. A boba which she had nestled between her genetically mutated breasts in order for her hands to be free to text and aim a bibi at me to keep me from running.

"The hell ya starin' at ma tits for, huh? You lezzy or just jelly you're a fuckin cuttin' board?"

"No, you fucking bitch, I'm not sexually attracted to those G stands for genetically mutated G cup breasts that likely house Cthulla within."

"HUH!?"

Shit, I said the quiet part out loud. Ivy Rigu, species: Bitch. Life purpose: bullying. This subspecies of the bitch variety is both girlie and not, spray tanning herself like a model, but acting fouler than some of the worst male delinquents out there.

I guess gyaru gangster is the best way to describe her, because she'll be all bubbly and girlie one second, then war criminal when I or someone else she feels like subjecting to suffering comes along. Worse, the bitch is both a big shot politician's daughter, so town's her bitch, and she's got more IQ than the average normie, making her dangerous.

Exhaling a puff of vape, Ivy dropped her e-cig to the ground, crushing it beneath her converse before getting within an inch of violating my lips. No, this wasn't about to get sexual. Whenever the bitch got in close to someone's face like this, it was to interro-torture them by suffocating them with the putrid vape she was smoking. And she'd do it anyway, even if you squealed and told her exactly what she wanted, there was no escaping the noxious vape fumes unless you sealed off your sense of smell prior to the encounter, which I failed to do.

"So, anything else?" Ivy snarled as excess vape fumes violated my nostrils.

"What else do you want to know!?" I cried as I began hacking up my lungs.

"WHAT do we gotta do to stop this bullshit space system they said they were blowin' us up for!?"

"You mean the next gen solar system-"

Bang!

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

I forgot, I have a bad nerdy habit of correcting people when they get a fact wrong, and that when you try to apply that to this bitch, she'll shoot you in the tit with her bibi.

As I fell to the ground in pain, the bitch added to it by slamming her converse down on my cheek, sandwiching my head between it and the concrete.

"WHAT do we gotta do to stop this bullshit space system they said they were blowin' us up for!?" Ivy snarled once more, this time with more venom in her voice.

"Th- They just said to contact them at the ZWO suite on mainstreet! That's all, I swear!" I desperately shouted, tears swarming down my face.

My face was freed from the rubber sole of Ivy's converse, but it was false hope as Ivy slammed her foot down once more, likely dislodging some of my teeth, or at least giving me a sense of what that would feel like.

"Ass with me. We're going to that CEO suite," Ivy snarled as she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me upright.

Not wanting to correct her and have a chunk of my hair ripped out, I bit down on my lip in an attempt to self-gag. It hurt, but it got the job done.

...

We arrived at the location and stared at the entrance. The place looked like a run-of-the-mill office complex, making it a tad weird there were two brawny bald guards standing by. I mean, I can see the revolving door, so I guess this place is fancier than most, but it's just a typical two-story complex. Then again, if those four are aliens, it makes sense for them to set up a makeshift base-"

"Oi, I'm talkin' to ya," Ivy snarled as she smacked my head with the butt of her bibi.

First off, she's lying. I'm an introvert that has a good sense of spatial awareness that might not be perfect, but it's good enough to know when you're talking. Second, that has to remain with me otherwise its another bibi piercing and kiss from the converse.

"What do we do?" I asked.

"Go in, that's what," Ivy snarled as she began dragging me towards the entrance.

This aggroed the guards who immediately blocked our path, which only meant Ivy was going to get pissed. I guess it falls on me to get the negotiations right.

"Business?" one of the guards asked.

"Uh, we're here at request of one... One..."

Shit! I forgot what the names of those four were!