Killer Moth: Moth Wars #3- The Third Devil
Ono- Vroom vroom.
Wrath- It’s a crime that I'm being arrested! I helped stopped that signal son of a bitch!
Artie- Yes, but you also slaughtered the GCPD in a druken haze.
Wrath- I wasn't drunk! I don’t know what Firefly puts in his hip flask but I know it’s wasn't liquor!
Billings- Gasoline. I speak from past trauma
Ono- Vroom. Vroom
Wrath- Hey, what’s his problem?
Artie- Ono? He only speaks in sound effects
Wrath- Fucking Hell. How long?
Artie- I reckon since birth
Ono- You could just ask me. It’s a life choice you plebeians.
Wrath- Well, could you stop? It’s really irritating
Ono- I could. But I won’t
Wrath- Oh, when I get out of here, you’re a dead man!
Billings- Well, when I’m free, I think I'll going into writing. You, Brown?
Artie- I’m cauterising this wound.
*Artie reveals a bloodied, infected stump to his horrified companions*
Wrath- What the hell happened to your hand?!
Artie- Ratcatcher happened. I’m fortunate he put my hand in ice. If only I knew where he had put it...
Billings- That’s just not right... Those bloody Misfits... all three of you victims of Killer Moth and his crew of incapable invalids. You, Wrath, wouldn’t have been caught if not for Lynns. And you two? Well Ratcatcher really pulled a number on you both...
Artie- Yeah, what I wouldn’t give to finally kill that bastard.
Billings- What if I could help with-
*The van stops suddenly*
Ono- Thud.
Wrath- What’d you just call me?
Artie- Sound effects. Remember?
Wrath-... Right.
Guard- You freaks stay here, I’m checking it out
*The guard is quickly shot in the head*
Ono- Bang
*The doors open and standing outside, is Mr Moth*
Billings- Excuse me, I kinda had a revolution in the works here-
Mr. Moth- Greetings children! I am your saviour, Mr Moth. All I ask in exchange for your freedom is one little thing- The Death of the Misfits!
Wrath- Great. Just what Gotham needed- another lousy bug villain
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Mr. Moth-*On phone* Remember Carson, you’re looking for criminals with vendettas against the Misfits. Except for Zodiac. Bring me back Zodiac and I’ll kill you. You know, for what, the sixth time?
Carson- Yeah yeah, I got it. All those has-beens frequent this joint.
Bouncer- Back of the line pal.
Carson- And who are you to command me?
Bouncer- The name’s Bouncer. I’m... the bouncer.
Carson- I guess with that name there weren’t many other careers paths you could take. Tell me ‘Bouncer’, what’s with the line?
Bouncer- Football.
Carson- American or Soccer?
Bouncer- The one with the ball... Look, we're full. How about you find another drinking spot eh?
Carson- I'm not here to drink, I'm-
Bouncer- Then you're not here to pay. Get lost.
Carson- I don't think you're getting this "bud," I'm Ted Carson!
Bouncer- Lovely. Still not letting you in.
Carson- Then I'll have to use- *force*!
*Carson throws Bouncer onto the ground and is about to make his way inside when-*
Bouncer- What have you done?!
Carson- What? I barely touched-
Bouncer- I can’t... control..
noooooooooo!
*Bouncer flies off the ground, bouncing off just about everything before tumbling into the great unknown. Thinking the situation at last over, Carson fails to account for the gun now being cocked behind him*
Eraser- Beat it shithead, before I call the cops. No, wait, bad idea. Beat it or... I’ll shoot your head clean off your shoulders
Carson- Fine! I’m going!
*Carson groans realising that Mr. Moth would likely kill him, if go back empty handed, but as fate would have it, there was a strange faceless man, perfect, thought Carson, though he was rather unnerved by the skinless corpse on the ground. It reminded him of his own fate, after all, not too long ago, the Tiger Shark had gone and skinned him. Used him as a fashion accessory. The man couldn't exactly speak, instead mumbling incoherently*
Dr. No-Face- *Hmm, that’s no good. It’s too fat. And generic. And hairy. I want to be dashing not... perverted*
Carson- Yo man! Want to do your pal Carson a solid?
Dr No-Face- Nw thts uh fc I cn wrk wth.
Carson- Was that a yes? It’s just...you don’t have any lips...
Dr No-Face- Uh ys...
Carson- Huh? Just nod for fucks sake!
*No Face grumbles to no one in particular, and at last nods, giving a longing glance at Carson's partially uncovered face*
Killer Moth: Moth Wars #3- The Third Devil
Ono- Vroom vroom.
Wrath- It’s a crime that I'm being arrested! I helped stopped that signal son of a bitch!
Artie- Yes, but you also slaughtered the GCPD in a druken haze.
Wrath- I wasn't drunk! I don’t know what Firefly puts in his hip flask but I know it’s wasn't liquor!
Billings- Gasoline. I speak from past trauma
Ono- Vroom. Vroom
Wrath- Hey, what’s his problem?
Artie- Ono? He only speaks in sound effects
Wrath- Fucking Hell. How long?
Artie- I reckon since birth
Ono- You could just ask me. It’s a life choice you plebeians.
Wrath- Well, could you stop? It’s really irritating
Ono- I could. But I won’t
Wrath- Oh, when I get out of here, you’re a dead man!
Billings- Well, when I’m free, I think I'll going into writing. You, Brown?
Artie- I’m cauterising this wound.
*Artie reveals a bloodied, infected stump to his horrified companions*
Wrath- What the hell happened to your hand?!
Artie- Ratcatcher happened. I’m fortunate he put my hand in ice. If only I knew where he had put it...
Billings- That’s just not right... Those bloody Misfits... all three of you victims of Killer Moth and his crew of incapable invalids. You, Wrath, wouldn’t have been caught if not for Lynns. And you two? Well Ratcatcher really pulled a number on you both...
Artie- Yeah, what I wouldn’t give to finally kill that bastard.
Billings- What if I could help with-
*The van stops suddenly*
Ono- Thud.
Wrath- What’d you just call me?
Artie- Sound effects. Remember?
Wrath-... Right.
Guard- You freaks stay here, I’m checking it out
*The guard is quickly shot in the head*
Ono- Bang
*The doors open and standing outside, is Mr Moth*
Billings- Excuse me, I kinda had a revolution in the works here-
Mr. Moth- Greetings children! I am your saviour, Mr Moth. All I ask in exchange for your freedom is one little thing- The Death of the Misfits!
Wrath- Great. Just what Gotham needed- another lousy bug villain
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Mr. Moth-*On phone* Remember Carson, you’re looking for criminals with vendettas against the Misfits. Except for Zodiac. Bring me back Zodiac and I’ll kill you. You know, for what, the sixth time?
Carson- Yeah yeah, I got it. All those has-beens frequent this joint.
Bouncer- Back of the line pal.
Carson- And who are you to command me?
Bouncer- The name’s Bouncer. I’m... the bouncer.
Carson- I guess with that name there weren’t many other careers paths you could take. Tell me ‘Bouncer’, what’s with the line?
Bouncer- Football.
Carson- American or Soccer?
Bouncer- The one with the ball... Look, we're full. How about you find another drinking spot eh?
Carson- I'm not here to drink, I'm-
Bouncer- Then you're not here to pay. Get lost.
Carson- I don't think you're getting this "bud," I'm Ted Carson!
Bouncer- Lovely. Still not letting you in.
Carson- Then I'll have to use- *force*!
*Carson throws Bouncer onto the ground and is about to make his way inside when-*
Bouncer- What have you done?!
Carson- What? I barely touched-
Bouncer- I can’t... control..
noooooooooo!
*Bouncer flies off the ground, bouncing off just about everything before tumbling into the great unknown. Thinking the situation at last over, Carson fails to account for the gun now being cocked behind him*
Eraser- Beat it shithead, before I call the cops. No, wait, bad idea. Beat it or... I’ll shoot your head clean off your shoulders
Carson- Fine! I’m going!
*Carson groans realising that Mr. Moth would likely kill him, if go back empty handed, but as fate would have it, there was a strange faceless man, perfect, thought Carson, though he was rather unnerved by the skinless corpse on the ground. It reminded him of his own fate, after all, not too long ago, the Tiger Shark had gone and skinned him. Used him as a fashion accessory. The man couldn't exactly speak, instead mumbling incoherently*
Dr. No-Face- *Hmm, that’s no good. It’s too fat. And generic. And hairy. I want to be dashing not... perverted*
Carson- Yo man! Want to do your pal Carson a solid?
Dr No-Face- Nw thts uh fc I cn wrk wth.
Carson- Was that a yes? It’s just...you don’t have any lips...
Dr No-Face- Uh ys...
Carson- Huh? Just nod for fucks sake!
*No Face grumbles to no one in particular, and at last nods, giving a longing glance at Carson's partially uncovered face*