Delivery for the cult

Around 11:30, Helga decided to go up to the rooftop lounge for a drink.

"Can't sleep dammit," Helga grumbled.

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"*Sigh* what a pain. That really was a lot of work for a simple bomb sweep," Hana sighed as she leapt through the air.

After being asked by Rika to check Helga's restaurant for booby traps, Hana had been faced with multiple complex traps along with an attack from 7 demon queen cult members. In the ruckus, she had no choice but to destroy a portion of the building in order to beat the cult.

"Sorry Ri, hope you got a savings cause your "friend" is probably gonna demand compensation and then some," Hana thought.

She then arrived at her destination, the barren outskirts, where a large gang awaited her.

"*Sigh* All I do is clean up trash for trash," Hana grumbled as she chucked a stick of dynamite at the group.

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Once Hana was done, she began walking around.

"Oi! I know you're hiding so come on out!" Hana glared towards a corner.

A young woman with disheveled blue hair emerged holding a knife. She was covered in scrapes and bruises and had a curvaceous form.

"You... kill them?" the girl asked.

"Yeah, you with em?" Hana asked.

"Yes..."

"Why you with em?"

"To survive and get rich. Doll does not want to die in slums."

"Doll?"

"Doll is Doll's name or what Master calls Doll."

"Which one of those corpse's is "Master"?" Hana glared.

The girl pointed to a head barely attached to the neck of a fat tattooed man. Hana clicked her tongue and threw two sticks of dynamite at the corpse, blowing it into more bits than it was in before.

"You know how to kill?" Hana asked the girl.

"Doll, can kill. Doll can use knife," the girl replied.

"Show me."

The girl then displayed her knife skills.

"Not bad, so why the hell were you serving under that trash?" Hana asked.

"Doll needed money, but couldn't get money in time. Master beat me in fight."

"Well, guess you're not as naturally strong as me. Well, let me give you three things. First take this," Hana stated as she tossed the girl an envelope.

Inside were stacks of 10,000 yen notes.

"Next, here's my jacket. Wear this and no one will dare try to force you into submission," Hana said as she draped her camo jacket around the girl.

"Finally, I'm giving you a new name. Hmm, naming is not my strong suit. How bout... Izumi."

"Izumi?" the girl asked.

"Yeah, lets see pretty sure the kanji's like this," Hana mumbled as she scrolled through her phone.

She then found the spelling and showed it to the girl.

"That's a much better name for someone like you," Hana smiled.

"Izumi's Izumi then" the girl smiled.

"Well, hope ya become a good millionaire," Hana waved.

"Wait! Izumi wants to know who you are!" Izumi cried.

"Me? Best ya don't, well guess my first name's alright. It's Hana."

"Hanabi? Like fireworks!?"

"Just Hana. You like fireworks?"

"Izumi loves fireworks!"

"Well, guess I'll set one off as a celebration," Hana smiled as she grabbed one of the sticks from the belt on her waist, lit it, and hurled it into the sky.

A giant blue firework exploded into the sky. Hana left as Izumi blushed and gazed up at the sky in awe.

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As Helga finished her drink, she turned to see with five demon queen cult members enter the lounge.

"Hey, she's hot. We should like, totes-"

"Assimilate her once we've assimilated the newbies," they said as they walked to a sofa in the lounge.

Helga attempted to flee, but was blocked by a large obese postman with a purple beard.

"Delivery for one ugly naked mole rat yoga cult," the post man declared as he chucked two human shaped packages onto the long table in front of the sofa.

He then grabbed a terrified Helga and instantly mummified her with packing tape, leaving just her eyes visible. He then propped her in a chair adjacent to the sofa and table.

"Can't have any witnesses, but I'll let you see what's in the packages!" The postman laughed as the cultists unwrapped one on the table.

Inside was a terrified hairless woman garbed in a pink frilly dress and pink platform sneakers.

"S- SUNDAE!?" Helga thought as she recognized the woman.

Two cultists held Sundae down as she struggled while the other three stripped her and began tattooing her entire body a pale white.

"Whoops, forgot the serum," the postman laughed as he injected something into Helga's neck.

"MMPH NGH!?" Helga grimaced in pain.

"Ah! Better use the serum on the other-"

"Like, no. We're assimilating her," the cultists stated in unison.

"Fine, fine, oh, guess it doesn't kick in for 30 minutes anyway," the postman shrugged.

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As Hana arrived at the hotel she was staying at wearing a new coat she had snagged from a shop, she sighed and turned to find Izumi behind her.

"Why are you following me?" Hana glared.

"Izumi wants to be with Hanabi," Izumi stated.

"Well if she's following me, might as well keep her close to see what her motive is," Hana thought as she motioned for Izumi to follow her.

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The cultists finished tattooing Sundae and quickly garbed her in the cult's standard attire. One then ripped the tape of her mouth and shoved a cigarette in her mouth before she could scream. Almost instantly, her eyes became red and she began to smile.

"Like this totes is lit," she said in a manner similar to the cultists.

 She then sat up, exhaled a puff of smoke, removed her cigarette and began applying a shade of orange lipstick one  of the cultists handed her. Sundae had been assimilated into the cult.  Helga watched in terror as Sundae joined the other 5 cultists in opening the second human shaped package, all while the young female bartender didn't bat an eyelash.

Inside the second package, was a terrified woman, with her clothes ripped in lewd places. She was also devoid of hair, had spray tanned skin, a large tattoo on the left side of her head and face, multiple piercings adorning her head, face, and body, and a large block of glue sealing her mouth shut. There was a small glimmer of life left in her gray eyes as she meekly moaned in fear. The cultists glared at her glued mouth and eyes before turning to the postman.

"Like, return to sender. Bitch is broke," they glared in unison as they all exhaled puffs of smoke.

"Buwahahahaha! Good thing I brought a replacement then!" the postman laughed as he swapped the girl for the mummified Helga.

"MMPH!?" Helga shouted in terror as she began to struggle.

"Buwahahahaha! Now she's- huh?"

The postman stared in shock at the six headless cultists standing before him.

"Not bad, you've got promise," Hana grinned as she appeared with Izumi with their knifes brandished.

"Izumi's motivated like never before," Izumi smiled back.

"BOMBINO!? You again!? Wait, who's the blue haired girl? She an illegitimate?" the postman asked.

"Hanabi, who's Bombino?" Izumi asked.

"Ugh, we'll sit down later. First let's send this fatass to hell in a box," Hana growled.

"Oi! Don't you know you can't hurt a mailman! That's my job!" the postman declared as the lounge was suddenly lit with party lights and music began to play.

The postman hopped onto the stage and begun to sing.

"In rain, sun, sleet, snow, fire, flood, or hail, I'm gonna steal all of your motherfucking mail. I don't give an ass if you can't pay your bills ,hell I want you to suffer, cause I'm da mother fuckin Jester!  YO YOI! 

I am the greatest criminal from the depths of Edo. The great daimyo of organized crime. Everyone fears my name! For every atrocity, I have attained! Murder! Kidnapping! Drug Smuggling! None can match my Might! Theft! Assault! War Crimes! All now fear my wrath! With my evil ninjitsu I will conquer all that’s good. They say Jesters are the fools, WELL WHO'S LAUGHING NOW DUMBASS! Lalalalalala! Jester-sama is the evil, dastardly, wicked, inhumane, dark ninjutsu daimyo! Oh oh oh oh! Yooooooo!”

Hana and Izumi glared in disgust as Jester removed his postman disguise.

"Great, my nightmare just got cringier," Helga thought as she glared at Jester.

"Fuck, you didn't die," Hana groaned.

"Jester? The same Jester that commands Master?" Izumi asked.

"Huh? Master? I'M the master round here!" Jester declared.

"So he doesn't remember, or care about all his little side projects. Yeah, I'm killing him," Hana glared.

Hana and Izumi charged at Jester, only for Jester to leap away with Helga.

"YOSH! I got a new weapon, KUSARI MUMMY BLUDGEON!" Jester shouted as he tied a rope to Helga's ankles, swung her around in the air, and hurled her towards Hana and Izumi like a ball n chain.

Helga's muffled screams of terror rang out as the two dodged causing Helga to slam into a wall.

"Ah, she's stuck. Hup- Are?" Jester said as he looked at the cut rope.

Izumi had managed to cut the rope, while Hana had vanished from sight. Jester then felt a force slamming his head into the ground. It was the metal sole of Hana's combat boot. She then dropped her belt of explosives on Jester and leapt away as Izumi pulled out the flare Hana had given her earlier.

"Izuhana always ends things with a bang!" Izumi declared as she threw the flare at Jester.

*BOOM*

Jester was sent flying off into the sky as Hana launched some fireworks after him.

"[FUCK YOU] BOMBINO!" Jester screamed as he flew off and fireworks lit up the sky.

"Izuhana? Why'd ya say that?" Hana asked.

"We're a team now! Izumi and Hanabi. Izuhana," Izumi replied.

"Heh, you really are something. We only just met an hour or so ago. Well, guess I don't mind going by Hanabi. Hana was just a nickname I gave myself anyway."

"Nickname?"

"We'll talk later. First, let's free that mummy."

Izumi quickly freed Helga.

"Sorry bout that. Oh, and I guess I kinda blew up a chunk of your restaurant too. Don't go too hard on Rika's wallet," Hanabi bowed in apology.

"Heh, heh. I drank too much," Helga nervously laughed as she walked away.

Suddenly, Helga went limp and immediately tumbled to the ground, and into the hole in the roof Hanabi had caused with her explosion.

Hanabi grimaced as she looked down the hole.

"Sorry, I'll call a doctor," Hanabi nervously called out.

"Hanabi, Izumi doesn't see the other girl," Izumi stated.

"Other girl? _! Oh good catch. Hopefully she ran off."

The two failed to notice the bartender cleaning up the cultists corpses.

"Well, least I remember which one was the new one," the bartender mumbled to herself as she quickly cleaned up the mess before someone noticed her.

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Rika yawned as she got up to grab something from the vending machine. Suddenly, a girl crashed into her.

"MMPH!" the girl tearfully cried out.

"Huh? Who the hell are you? _! You look like you've been through something horrible. Don't worry, you're safe with me," Rika glared.

"MMPH NGH MMPH!" the girl tearfully glared.

"Huh? Why're you glarin at me? I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at whoever did this to you. Hold on, lemme try and free your mouth," Rika said as she performed a slash with her hidden knife at breakneck speed.

"*BLEH* EEkah Ngh ee!" the girls shouted.

Her lips and tongue were covered in piercings making it hard for her to talk even without the glue.

"Sorry, I still can't understand you. Hmm? Ya know our restaurant wears those pants and sneakers as part of our uniform. But pretty sure your not Waki, your eyes look more like- WAIT! ITSUKI IS THAT YOU!?" Rika shouted.

"TAHHK OU ONG EOUGH!" Itsuki glared back.