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step one ,, first meeting.
   He was not happy to be sent here. Not only had Thriller Bark been almost impossible to find, but the place was as creepy as they come. To think that this was actually a ship was hard to believe. Spandam looked out over a misty forest, the trees tall with crooked branches. A perfect â haunted forest â, heâd say. At least the theme of Thriller Bark was on-point. He tried not to let a shiver run down his spine as a swarm of bats flew high above his head, their high-pitch screeches like tiny arrows through the still night air. It was mid-day, but the thick mist had covered this ship in eternal night. He was surprised anything would grow here.
   Spandam was walking first, leading an escort of marines. He would not have dared to head through this forest on his own. Heâd been sent to talk with Gekko Moria on government business, as the chief of CP5. He was certain that some higher up bastard had lumped this onto him. Thatâs what he wouldâve done if he had had a higher rank. He could hardly wait for his promotion. The group exited the forest, and soon they were standing in something that looked unmistakably like a graveyard. Spandam blinked and shivered. Are you kidding me, he thought to himself. A haunted forest and now a graveyard? What was next? He looked up and ahead. What was next was their destination. A large castle that looked even more haunted than the woods.
   âB-boss!â one of the marines stuttered, startling Spandam, who jumped around.
   âWhat? Donât scare me like that!â
   âB-boss! Look!â all the marines had horror written all over their face. Spandam turned again, in confusion. Heâd been looking up at the castle, not seeing what was closer to the ground. His men had not missed that though. He could see it now too. The ground was moving. Something was digging itself up from the dirty. Rotting hands. âZ-zombies!!â the marines yelled, terrified of what they were seeing. Spandamâs eyes were wide in shock. Then he remembered he was in charge.
   âS-shoot them! Shoot them dead!!â He ordered. Shakingly, the marines took aim, and fired at the zombies. Absolutely nothing happened. The walking corpses were now standing tall, remains of dirt falling from their stitched wounds. The marines fired again, and Spandam could tell that they hit their mark ( hard not to, the zombies were standing still ). Once again, there was no result. âR-run away!â Spandam ordered without thinking. The whole group began to run. They could hear groaning and moaning from the zombies behind them. The zombies could run too. The marines ( and Spandam ) all cried out in fear, and ran as fast as their legs would carry them. They sprinted across the graveyard, and jumped the fence with surprising athletics ( Spandam couldnât remember ever having jumped that high before ). They ran towards the castle, but they all got winded, and had to stop. They did outrun the zombies though. Spandam supported his gloved hands on his knees and wheezed. Nobody had told him there were zombies here! Youâd think that was a detail that shouldâve been mentioned in the mission description! âDid we outrun them?â Spandam asked, looking behind.
    âI think so, boss.â said one of the marines, he too was out of breath. Of course the ones who had come with him had to be marines without proper training.. Why did he always have to work with the lowest scum? Again, he thought about how badly he wanted a promotion. They continued to walk. They were close to the castle now. They stepped into a large shadow cast from a creepy statue. Then they heard an eerie sound.
   âChi-chi-chi-chi!â It was a laughter. They all froze, dead in their tracks. The group turned as one, towards the laugh, afraid of what they would see next. On top of the large statue - sat a person. His face was in shadows, but they could see his long legs.
   âAnother zombie! Shoot it!â Spandam ordered as the silhouette jumped down to the ground. The marines did as ordered, all of them firing their bullets at the stranger. Yes, Spandam had already forgotten that zombies could not be killed by bullets.
   The faint light from the castle fell upon the man. He had bullet wounds all over him, and for a moment, Spandam expected him to fall. He could see blood trail down from the wounds.
   âOuch.â the man said with a chuckle. âThat hurt.â The bullet wounds slowly closed like crumbling maggot tunnels. The marines ( and Spandam ) were shaking in fear. The man before them was tall. Spandam was a tall man himself, but this person towered over him. He had pale skin with black tattoos on his arms, throat and forehead. His eyes were strangely square, and even in the faint light their red hue was obvious. His hair was blonde with red tips. Messy. He reminded Spandam or a scarecrow. He was dressed in a black shirt, with a red collar. He was very thin, and what made him look even leaner was the tight, red corset that he wore on his torso. Spandam wanted to run away again, like heâd done with the zombies, but his feet seemed to be glued to the ground in fear.Â
   His facial expression was one of total shock and horror. The way the bullet wounds just closed up like that --- Disgusting! Blood remained, trailing down the manâs face ( two of the bullets had hit his face ). The man grinned, showing off large, white teeth. âChi-chi-chi-chi!â the man laughed again. âThatâs a funny face you got there!â He was talking to Spandam, who was still too terrified to say anything. To make matters worse, it turned out they hadnât outrun the zombies after all. They now came jumping over the fence. However, they abruptly stopped when they spotted the tall man. They stumbled over each other, like they couldnât stop fast enough.
   âPitchu-Sama!â one of the zombies said. Spandam had never thought zombies could speak, and - why was the zombie sounding afraid? Obviously â Pitchu-sama â was referring to the tall man.
   âWhaaatâs that? Iâm pretty sure I told you to not show yourselves in front of me.â His voice was hoarse and playful, but there was an obvious danger to it. The zombies were now trembling.
   âYes, yes! Pitchu-Sama! Weâre terribly sorry!â said the zombie, and all of the zombies fell to the ground, bowing.
   âWeâre terribly sorry!â they all repeated.
   âChi-chi-chi-chi!â the man laughed again. âIâm gonna count to three---â the Zombies quickly began to run away, back to the graveyard from which they came. The man turned his attention back to Spandam and the marines. âAs I was saying. Your face is funny. Can I help you?â Spandam was one hundred percent sure that a man who could scare away zombies had zero intentions of being helpful. There had to be a reason why even the zombies were afraid of him. He snuffled and cleared his throat.
   âMy name is Spandam, chief of CP5. Iâm here to speak with Gekko Moria on behalf of the World Government.â he hoped that his title, and his capacity as a government official, would deter the man from harming him.
   âOhhh! Youâre here to see Moria? Iâll take you to him. Come, come.â the man gestured with a large hand. Spandam didnât know what to do. His desire to follow the man was very low. At the same time... Perhaps not taking him up on the offer would anger him. He appeared to be in a pretty good mood, at least he was still grinning. Spandam slowly nodded.
   âT-thanks.. Thatâs kind of you.â He took a step, indicating that heâd follow the man. The marines followed. The man held up a large hand.
   âOnly Spandam, âcause his face is funny. You -â he pointed towards the marines. âAre boring. Iâm not escorting you. Donât follow me.â What could Spandam do? He had even less desire to go with the man now that heâd be going alone. He had no choice though. Too afraid to turn down the offer, he followed. The two of them walked away from the marines, which were soon swallowed by the thick fog. âSpandam of CP5, huh? Iâm Machi Pitchu. Iâm a Thriller Bark Pirate.â the man introduced himself. Spandam had to walk in an up-tempo to keep up with him. Machi Pitchu. He looked younger than him, now that Spandam could take a closer look at him. Pitchu pushed the large, black door open, and held it open so that Spandam could walk inside. It creaked and almost slammed shut. Spandam swallowed.
   âIâm sorry about the... Shooting.â he said. His mouth felt dry.
   âChi-chi-chi-chi!â Pitchu laughed. âOh, donât worry about that. It was funny! Iâm a logia user, so bullets donât bother me.â So he was a logia user. That explained why he was still alive. Spandam had never personally met a logia-user. He knew all the Admirals were. Thatâs how powerful a logia fruit was. âI ate the Ninjo-Ninjo-no-mi. Iâm a gore-human.â Pitchu explained. How fitting that he lived here on this nightmare land, Spandam thought.
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@spandamnedâ || continued from here
It was going to be one of THOSE days, wasnât it? Thankfully, the secretary had already been preparing for a second cup the exact second that the first one had made contact with the older mans desk. The sigh that WANTED to escape her was withheld, instead forcing herself to draw her attention back to the task at hand.Â
Spandam had always liked his coffee as potent as possible, which made things simpler. Crudelis could give him points for that, but that wasnât saying much. The scent of coffee beans spreads throughout the office room as she finished pouring out the steaming dark liquid into porcelain. Placed onto a tray, she makes sure to that thereâs cloth for cleaning down the mess her boss had just made.Â
â Not to worryâ â lifting the tray, she remembers to put on her friendliest, && most PATIENT smile before turning around to face the man once more. â I already made you another, sir !! â
   His leather gloves protected his hands, but there was nothing that could save his shirt. The light lavender color absorbed the black coffee like watercolors on a canvas. He looked down in frustration. Now heâd have to change his shirt. Crudelis came over to his desk, carrying a tray with a new coffee cup. She had predicted this would happen. She didnât get angry with him for spilling YET ANOTHER coffee cup. It was one of the things he liked the most about her. Her immense patience with him. It wasnât as if he didnât KNOW that he was annoying. He had been told that many, many times throughout his life.
   â Maybe I should start drinking my coffee with a straw, huh?? Would that make you happy?? â He suggested, as a joke. He wanted her to KNOW he knew that he was hopeless, and he wanted her to know he actually appreciated her patience with him. Without having to straight out SAY it. He was her superior after all. He looked down at his stained clothes and sighed heavily. â Iâll just go and change. Put out the papers Iâll need for the meeting later. â He left the room to go and change. He always wore shirts, never t-shirts or sweaters, because he needed to be able to unbutton them, rather than pull them over his head. That would simply be too painful. He chose another light shirt ( even though he really should just wear black to save himself the trouble of having to change all the time ). Apparently, the light tint of lavender would bring out his hair-color, and the blue in his pale eyes. He wanted to look presentable, and especially today since he had a meeting. He wasnât going to embarrass Crudelis by looking like a mess of a boss.
not Cru staring across the room @ Spandam and internally contemplating murderâ
   A brand new cup of coffee was resting between between his gloved fingers. He KNEW it was too hot to drink yet, but he was getting impatient. He had already spilt the first one that had been served to him. His body craved caffeine like an addict. Sleepless nights would do that to a man. His patience was thinning by the second, and he watched the swirls of steam rise from the liquid. He could feel his secretaryâs eyes on him. She might as well have said; donât you dare drink it yet. She didnât want him to burn himself YET AGAIN. It was nice, having someone around who showed care of his well-being, especially when it technically wasnât her job. She wasnât his personal assistant after all. His thoughts drifted, and he spaced out a little. So he wasnât thinking when he DID bring the coffee up to his mouth for a mindless sip. Naturally he burnt himself.Â
   â Ouch! Itâs hot!! â As if he hadnât brought this upon himself. The sudden, involetary jerk of his hand caused him to - you guessed it - spill the coffee. For the second time that day.

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   SPANDAMNED - Independent Spandam ( aka most hated man ) , written by toby. Sideblog to @candymakcrsâ . Low activity, casual writing .Â