Drop that bitch into Darvaza

As if by magic, fashion bitch Josie appeared. "So, how'd you like it?" she asked Jeter with a smile on her face.

"Oh, you want to know? Fuck you! They said there's only a year left before this shit ends, yet you just wasted-"

"Could you shut up? I'm not talking to you."

Um, excuse me!? How bitchy do you think you are!? You literally subjected me to two months of shoujo hell, via whatever the fuck you drugged me with back at the ZWO suite, so don't deem me irrelevant in this conversation!

Yet for some reason, those words wouldn't leave my mouth. It's not like I was gagged or anything, more like sound wouldn't come out no matter how much I tried to say something. That sneaky bitch must have struck again.

"Josie, if you want to know my thoughts, I think the denizens of my world can better articulate my rage," Jeter glared as he aimed his pen thing at me.

In an instant, that lame outfit I was wearing was gone, but now I was wearing a diner uniform. Well, at least I'm back in sneakers again. Now I can walk properly and kick ass, even though I've never thrown a good punch or kick in my life.

"Ah... Ah... Good, voice is back. Alright, fashion bitch, you want my opinion? Fuck you out of 10!"

Josie's face began to contort, nearly aging her a good 30 years in an instant. "Excuse me? I was about to give you a love life you worthless goth NEET."

"Oh no worries, I'll be taking her away to my palace, where she'll never leave," some shoujo femboy prince creep smiled as he attempted to skip towards me.

"Nope, your characters aren't welcome in my world. But since they're here, allow me to draw them in my style," Jeter glared as he stepped forth.

In an instant, the creepy prince began to lose all the hair atop his head, yet began growing a beard so large in consumed his entire body. He also appeared to age, with his face getting more wrinkled and his arms and legs getting frailer.

"Ngh, ugh... Eh, what ya done to me, sonny? I, Blugh!"

I recoiled as a set of teeth, likely dentures, were spat out of the wrinkly old prince's mouth. But the one who seemed most shaken was Josie the bitch.

"N- Nadir... My Nadir... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM, YOU SICK FUCK!?"

"I just drew him to the best of my abilities, that's all. And for his entourage..."

With the wave of his pen, Jeter turned the shoujo goth guy and the shoujo toga guy into what could only be described as a mix between a gorilla and a platypus that looked straight out of an elementary school art show. The two began screeching like gorillas and attempted to move, but I guess due to their lopsided designs, they fell over onto the old prince creep, resulting in a triple kill, or at least that's what I assume happened as they're all starting to glow gold like the fat gorilla did when he died.

Turns out I was spot on as the three vanished instantly. And to continue the magic act, miss bitch herself was beginning to age in rage, or maybe it was Jeter doing some shit. As long as the bitch suffers, who cares.

"Jeter... HOW DARE YOU! Nadir's my dreamboat masterpiece, and you desecrated him despicably!" Josie fumed as she began stomping her feet like a toddler.

"Oh? Well ever heard the phrase, "treat others how you wish to be treated"? Reap what you sow," Jeter scoffed.

"YOUR OPINION DOESN'T MATTER! NOT HERE, NOT THERE, NOT EVER! YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME FOR ACTUALLY MAKING YOUR PITIFUL WORLD ROMANTIC AND GRACING IT WITH THE HUNK TRIO! BUT WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU BASTARDIZED THEM! YOU SPAT IN THE FACE OF THE HARD WORK I DID FOR YOU WHILE YOU WERE OUT-"

Bang! Bang!

"AHHHHHHHH!"

The fashion bitch slumped to the ground in pain clutching her breasts, which now appeared to be much smaller. Were they fake and inflatable all along? If so, that would be a riot, and for once, I'd be thankful for our resident bitch for unloading bibi pellets into someone.

Who am I kidding, inflatable tits or not, this bitch deserved the boob bibi blast for what she subjected us to.

As Josie trembled on the floor with Ivy menacingly standing over her, ready to unload another round into her, I noticed Akane trying to sneak away. For some reason she was now bald, even though she wasn't a second ago when we were all shoujofied, but who cares. Seems like everyone's bald these days but me and Ivy, or maybe they're all wearing bald caps. I could care less.

But what I do care about is trying to save the world, so it's high time miss fashion bitch answers why she instead wasted 2 months we had instead of trying to save the world.

"So fashion bitch, what happened to saving the world for us?" I asked as I slammed my sneaker down on her back.

"You dare call be that vulgar insult!? I WAS saving your world, but that filth, Jeter ruined it! You could have lived an eternity in shoujo paradise, surrounded by hunks. Even your frenemies would be likable characters that would get their shot at love, but NO! Jeter doesn't like my craft that sells hundreds, if not thousands more than anything he puts out!"

"'Hundreds and thousands', but not millions or even billions? Talk about unconscious dissing. You're a pathetic bitch that deserved to be waxed like the fat gorilla and dropped out a window to hell. Hey isn't there some place where a portal to hell exists?"

"You'd send me to Turkmenistan!?"

"So that's the place. Well, I hate the weirdo Jeter guy, but I'd rather die than spend an eternity as a horny no-braincelled bitch slut like you seem to think I am. Screw asking you to save us. Go to hell."

As if on cue, Jeter nodded and summoned his weird pen thing, giving it a quick wave. The fashion bitch slowly began to morph into a fat furry chipmunk, complete with a bushy tail.

Wait, what? I told that idiot to send her to hell, not turn her into a fatass chipmunk!

"WAT AHB U DUN TO ME!? MUH CHEEKS! DER STUFFED! I CAN'T PEAK POPERLY! AN WHY DO I FEEL FUR- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ETER U FUKIN ASTARD! U RUINED ME! OW DARE U! OW DARE U!" the fashion bitch now turned into a fat ugly chipmunk screeched as she rolled about on the ground like a shelled bug stuck upside down on it's back.

Like hell I'm showing any respect to this bitch after what she did to me.

"Josie, you're pathetic. You had a chance to do good and do me a solid, yet you only furthered my belief that I'm the only one that can do this world justice. Speaking of which, get out of it. I'm completely rejecting any and all attempts by you to try and seize control of it from me," Jeter glared.

An ominous choir suddenly began singing out of nowhere as the scenery began to change and we all found ourselves overlooking what could only be described as a portal to hell. A seemingly bottomless crater, lit with fire out in the middle of Turkmenistan, definitely the portal to hell. And best of all, I could stand on the air and watch as fashion bitch fell into the portal, screaming all the way.

Then with a mighty splash into one of the fiery walls of it, the fashion bitch burst into flames, and then gold glowy stuff a second later.

Good riddance.

Then the scenery changed back to the diner and all was well, except that I was now at square minus 2 thanks to fashion bitch stealing away two of the 12 months we had left. Guess it's onto the sleezy politician and the goth girl... Think I'll go with the goth girl.