TBHHonest's Story

Suddenly, A figure appears behind blaza. Blaza turned around to see someone wearing a crab hoodie with Red pants,and some nike air force ones behind him. "Hey Blaza! Nice to see you again!" Blaza looks at him and it was his best friend TBH! "Hey Blaza? Who's This guy looking at you? He looks like a creep."

"Creep?" The fancy dressed weasel muttered, giving them all the lazy eye. He then raises his head and gives a crooked grimace. "You have any idea who I am? I'm Nissho Kurogane, of the frickin' kick-yer-butt Kurogane family! Also callin' a guy a creep when dressed like that, gimme a break!"

"Hey Sho-chan, you harassing the locals again?" A soft voice calls out from inside the car.

"Shh- dang it sis! Don't call me that! Especially not in the middle of a hustle!" Nissho yells, before sinking back and holding his face. After a moment he opens the door and walks out, glaring down the group. "Nothin' personal kids, but this is a matter of cred now, ya dig?"

This is socks to tbh and blaza do you read me? Socks? TBH and Blaza say together.Yep its me! Socks told them. TBH tells socks:There is some creep bullying blaza. I will be over there in 15 or longer i just landed.

Ok guys we should get out of here.
Blaza:Got it.
TBH:aight.
Socks:Have you guys seen meme?
TBH and Blaza:no.
We get to the rocket
Socks:Ok guys get in.
We take off

Nissho grinds his teeth and twists his neck back and forth. For all his bluster this bunxh have yet to even so much introduce themselves. Stomping his foot down he coughs loudly.

"You know, it's friggin' rude to ignore a guy talkin' to ya! Tch!" He growls, grinding his blades against each other.

There's yet another sudden rush of wind and Nissho suddenly appears out of nowhere, blades out to both sides in a kneeling position, back turned to the zombie. Several cuts appear on it.

"You... have insulted my honor... and for that I have killed your ssssstupid ugly friend!" Nissho laughs before wheezing and heavily breathing from chasing after them. "Now beg for forgiveness!"

TBH And Blaza appear behind Nissho and hold him down. 1. That's not my friend. That was a zombie. 2. Leave us alone or I'll shoot off your head next time we see each other. TBH! Blaza! Let him go. We need to go to find meme. TBH and Blaza:Got it socks! We get into the rocket. We take off.

4 Days later. Socks,TBH and blaza are living here until danger happens. They dont want to die before they find Meme,Juice and ally.
Socks has his shotgun.
Blaza has a pistol.
TBH has an assault rifle.

Nissho stands up, hanging his head down. Insulted not once, not twice, but three times, and maybe more. He throws his sunglasses on the ground, or rather into the infinite ocean below, he's just kinda floating above an ocean at this point. He pulls a radio from his pants pocket and hit something on speed dial. The black sedan from before almost immediately appears beside him. The driver leans out, another, more brown weasel in a red suit wearing sunglasses.

"You uh, uh... alright boss?" he says.

"I'm... I'm a good boss, right?" Nissho says in a cracking voice. "Right..?"

The driver looks around noticing they are just kinda floating above an ocean at this point. He fidgets with the wheel, deciding it is probably best not to question it, and just come up with an answer. He takes a hard swallow.

"Yeah... sure boss, you're great, the best even," the driver says, a bead of sweat running down his forehead. "D-don't let it get to you, they just mooks, they noth-"

"They've hurt me, Miles... they don't respect me, they think I'm... I'm a creep... those weird hoodie wearing noobs think I'm a joke!" Nissho bellows. "I want them... I want them to hurt, Miles, I want them to hurt a lot."

"Sho-chan, maybe you need to lay down," his sister says from inside the darker part of the sedan.

"No! No nappy time! I am the best, Miles said it," Nissho says, pointing at Miles who just adjusts his collar nervously in response. "We're getting these guys! I'll be their frickin' Armageddon!"

With that Nissho gets into the car, and sits in his seat, sinking back into a sullen expression. Next to him, his underlings just look at each other with concern of their poor boss's delicate self-esteem cracking at the seams.

"Hey uh, boss, you ever wonder why we drive cars when we can just fl-" Miles begins to say.

"Just... drive," Nissho says through gritted teeth. "After them. Now!"

With that they depart.