Glee5: The Fall of the Fallen Falling 3: The Nested Subtitle: Revolutions: The Return of the Lass of Terror: The Deathly Orgy: The Revenge of the Myth: Breaking Porn
In a world. In two worlds. In three worlds. In four motherfucking worlds. Landscape fade-in. Cut to black. Kick drum echo. From the creators of that one movie you liked comes another movie that's nothing like it. Her vagina, inflated. Her life, taken. Her inner demons, resurrected. Her trust, betrayed. She has no choices. She has no desires. She's not even one man or woman anymore cause she kind of grew a dick in the last instalment. Why the fuck am I opening each one like this, again?
Token black woman whispering in the background: "Everything that has a beginning has an end, Neo—I mean—Glee5."
Thus did Glee5 abruptly divert her gaze from the broken window from which one of her true loves had disappeared with the help of her other true love. Her bangs did an elegant, slow-mo swirl in the air and spilled semen drops all over Lys' apartment because she had forgotten to take a proper bath and she was still soaked with semen from her semi-successful suicide attempt.
She gazed upon Lys' naked body which reminded her of her persisting boner that was getting in her way. Like, seriously, it was a metre long and it stood straight up right in front of her face and she had to side glance everything.
"What do you mean?" Glee5 asked.
"I have no idea, I was just quoting random shit cause it sounded cool and ambiguous."
And as the prescient moonlight shone on Lys' face and magically turned off all her light bulbs to create a romantic atmosphere or some shit, Glee5 jumped on Lys and kissed her lips. But since her cock was in the way, she just gave herself a blowjob, and Lys was getting suffocated under her fucking organ and was waving her limbs around in hopes of surviving this ill encounter.
Finally Glee5 realised and stepped back a bit. But all this suffocation business made Lys drop her façade, which revealed her black skin and bulging muscles. Yes, she was a bodybuilder.
"I didn't want you to know...," Lys cried tears of sad sorrow that sparkled in the moonlight like something out of a Clannad episode.
"It's okay Lys, we can still shag and stuff," Glee5 said.
So Lys' tears turned into tears of happiness, so she reopened the hole she had originally stretched for Rick / Mason and plugged it with Glee5's massive futa penis, and finally Glee5 could see what the fuck was going on in front of her.
"Shakespeare quote," Glee5 said.
"Voltaire stanza," Lys replied.
Okay I'm too bored to write this sex scene so to sum up some shagging went down and right when Glee5 was about to climax Lys revealed she was Glee5's sister, and the taboo nature of incest made Glee5 climax even more. As she exhaled a sigh of relief, the moonlight carried a pair of sunglasses on Glee5's head, even though it was night and no one wears sunglasses during the night.
"So I guess that makes you my strong black woman kin," she told Lys.
And Lys screamed "YEAH" so loudly she died.
The Lass of Terror was sexually satisfied and out for revenge. She would kill the true loves of her life that had betrayed her.
Not too long ago, in Colchester dungeon ~400km away.
Harreh's massive 400km penis carried Rick / Mason to safety in said dungeon. The walls were filled with skulls and the only lighting available came from torches that no one knew who kept alight and why electricity was so foreign in Colchester, but never mind the small things.
"Harreh, my true love!" Rick / Mason said and ran up to Harreh, trying to hug him, but he tripped over his penis and fell face-first on the floor.
In a vain attempt to turn this into soppy drama, Rick / Mason took this minor personal oversight in deep offence and decided to reconsider his relationship with Harreh, suspecting he didn't truly love him.
"Is this what you truly feel for me?" Rich / Mason cried on the floor like a 5-year-old whose dad had beaten his ass with a remote controller too hard while watching some lions shagging on the Discovery channel or something.
And Harreh lowered his head in depression.
"Only an empty husk of perpetual void pervades the general location of where my heart once was, hash-tag yolo-swag-four-twenty," Harreh said.
"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANY MORE! EXCLAMATION MARK OVERUSE!"
"Iridescence of immaculate twilight," Harreh persisted.
Rick / Mason picked himself up and headed for the exit door, tripping on Harreh's penis a dozen more times before finally reaching it. He tried slamming the door behind him but his extreme sorrow overtook him and he collapsed down the stairs as his tears decorated the walls and shone in the moonlight that somehow penetrated the thick concrete and ground just for the purpose of creating sparkly tears. Whatever, dude, this is a fanfic, what did you expect?
Rick / Mason was about to lose his consciousness but he tried remembering the good old times back when he was shagging Harreh, Glee5, and Lys at the same time and this made him incredibly horny so he kept going. But suddenly and in yet another plot twist that you didn't see coming someone came on his face while screaming "I AM YOUR FATHER" and the shock of sudden incest was too much for Rick / Mason so he jumped down a ventilation shaft and splattered his skull contents onto the floor because it was too high.
Glee5 grabbed her pitchfork and cape and penetrated Harreh's quarters. By which I mean she entered his dungeon. The smell of fear, blood, and shagging filled the air. And, lo and behold, upon entering Harreh's room, she found Marge fucking Harreh's urethra with her own cock. Yes, Marge also had a futa cock just like Glee5 for no reason.
"What the fuck is going on?! Interobang," Glee5 exclaimed in bewilderment and mild arousal which caused her own futa penis to go fully erect within 3 nanoseconds and hit the bottom of her chin making her bite her tongue. Ouch, man.
"I AM THE RESURRECTED ZOMBIE OF EDGAR ALLAN POE THAT HAS TRAVELLED BACK IN TIME TO CONSUMMATE WITH THE ONLY PERSON DIP ENOUGH TO PRODUCE MY OFFSPRING AND THUS RECREATING ME WHICH PRODUCES A CHICKEN-AND-EGG TIME PARADOX WHICH UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES WOULD BREAK THE UNIVERSE BADLY BUT SINCE THE AUTHOR OF THIS FANFIC IS AS CAPABLE OF COMPREHENDING THE METAPHYSICS OF TIME AS THE AUTHOR OF FINAL FANTASY XIII-2, NO ONE GIVES A FUCK AND BESIDES I'VE WRITTEN THIS OUT IN CAPITAL LETTERS SO NO ONE'S GOING TO READ IT."
"So it comes to this!" Glee5 said and took her battle pose. "I won't allow you to live, vile monster!"
"AREN'T YOU, LIKE, DIABLO OR SOME SHIT?"
Thus Glee5 remembered she was Diablo, the Lord—technically Lass—of Terror.
"Actually yeah, so fuck that shit," Glee5 said and drove her pitchfork right into Harreh's skull and killed him.
"Kawaī, bitch. Diacritics matter," Glee5 said.
"OH YEAH BABY SHAG MY GAY ARSE."
And Glee5 did. And Marge got pregnant and she would give birth to her own self which would travel back in time and the process would repeat itself infinitely forever and Edgar Allan Poe would doom the planet because at about 2042 A.D. the world would be filled with emo teenagers who upon reading his new poems would slit their wrists in the name of Justin Bieber's water-drinking habits and humanity would come to an end.
"NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU," cried the voice of Lord Vader from Harreh's mouth. And Harreh's massive 400km penis morphed itself into Vas, i.e. me.
"I won't allow this to continue!" Vas / I said. "I will kill you with my powerful incantation!"
"Ha! There's nothing you can do against the Lass of Terror, Vas!"
So Vas / I revealed his / my secret weapon. "Given the circumstances of my birth, would you say I'm a giant dick?"
And a giant flood of sunglasses came falling down from the sky and carried by the pervasive moon, destroyed the dungeon, and buried the three of them under a mountain of dirt, rock, and black plastic.
A phone is ringing and Cloudhoe picks it up.
"I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I know that you're afraid. You're afraid of us. You're afraid of change. I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell how it's going to begin. I'm going to hang up this phone, and then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to see. I'm going to show them a world without you. A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries, a world where anything is possible. Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you."
She keeps trying to flatten the mountain of sunglasses as part of the government efforts. Rage Against The Machine comes up in her iPod, she picks a pair up, and looks deep into the black plastic, contemplating whether she just heard an inanimate object talk to her through her phone, and puts them on.
"That's how it's going to end? Sunglasses apocalypse? Seriously? COME ON!"
Later that day, Cloudhoe's therapist upped her dose for entirely obvious reasons. She shouldn't have had bananas in her pancakes, and have stuck to doritos.
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