/soy/ - Soyjaks

The alley behind the Rusty Nail was a fucking dumpster fire, rain pounding down like a fucking drum solo from hell. Screams bounced off the brick walls, raw and fucked up, a symphony of profanity and pain that made your ears bleed. The air was thick with the stench of garbage and the metallic tang of blood, like a fucking abattoir. Meximutt, the bouncer with a face like a bulldog and a temper to match, stood under the rusted fire escape, his leather jacket slick with rain. His hand was clenched around his gun, knuckles white, eyes wide with a mix of shock and "WTF the fuck is happening?" *What the actual fuck is going on? he thought, his mind racing like a fucking hamster on a wheel. This ain't part of the plan, Cobson (he said in the radio). Chud, the scrawny junkie, was huddled in the doorway, eyes wide with a mix of terror and "Holy shit, this is some next-level fuckery." His hands shook like a fucking leaf as he clutched a rusty knife, the blade glinting in the flickering neon light. *This is it, he thought, his heart pounding like a fucking techno beat in his chest. This is the end. Or maybe, just maybe, it's the beginning of some next-level shit. The beast of a man, a fucking mountain of muscle and scars, stood frozen, his eyes locked on the source of the screams. His breath came in ragged gasps, his mind a fucking whirlwind of confusion and rage. *What the fuck is going on? he thought, his fists clenched at his sides. I came here for a fight, not this fucking chaos fest. The screams kept going, a symphony of profanity and agony that made your brain want to crawl out of your ears. "DE jardeeee faault!" The voice was raw, guttural, like a fucking demon possessed. "ITS DA JARDEEEEE!" The words echoed through the alley, a chorus of madness and despair. Meximutt's mind raced, trying to make sense of the chaos. *I need to end this fucking shitshow, he thought, his fatty finger hovering over the trigger. I need to end this NOW NOW now ay caramba.* He stepped forward, his gun raised, his eyes scanning the alley for the source of the screams. Chud's eyes darted from Meximutt to the beast, his grip on the knife tightening or something. *I can't just stand here, he thought, his body trembling like a fucking leaf in a storm. I have to do something. Anything.* He took a step forward, the knife held out in front of him like a fucking talisman. The beast's eyes narrowed, his gaze locking onto Chud. *You want a piece of this, kid? he thought, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You want to dance with the fucking devil?* He took a step forward, his massive tumor frame towering over Chud, a predator ready to strike. The rain kept pouring, the alley a stage for a brutal, primal dance. The screams echoed, a chorus of madness and pain, as the three figures stood poised on the edge of a fucking abyss, ready to plunge into the shitstorm. "Fuggen jardeeeeee~" The voice was a guttural growl, like a fucking beast possessed. "FUgghaaaaa jdeers!" The words echoed through the alley, a chorus of madness and despair. Meximutt's overweighted eyes widened as he saw the source of the screams. It was a figure, a man, his body contorted in agony, his face a mask of pain and rage. He was on his knees, his hands clutching at his chest, his body convulsing with each scream. "oHHHH aahhh OHhH AHHHH jadeeeeeee!" The words were a guttural growl, like a fucking demon possessed. Chud's eyes widened in horror as he saw the figure, his body trembling with fear and revulsion. *What the fuck is happening? he thought, his mind racing like a fucking hamster on a wheel. This is a fucking nightmare. Its over.* He took a step back, his grip on the knife loosening. The beast's eyes narrowed in pure hatred. *This is it, he thought, his mind a whirlwind of rage and confusion. This is where it all ends.* He took a step forward, and only God knew what happened.