Brandon knelt in front of the podium, crying his heart out. Never had he felt so much pain in his life. Even his physical wounds could not relate to this pain he felt. He felt angry, furious, depressed...his feelings were scattered all over the place. Brandon felt vulnerable.

Garterbelt walked in the church room with Panty and Stocking. Brief was there, but he stood at the doorway.

Panty knelt next to Brandon, holding his hand. "Brandon...I'm sorry."

Brandon flicked her hand away.

Garterbelt stood next to Brandon. "This was bound to happen. You two were not ready. And you rushed into battle."

"Don't feed me that crap." Brandon muttered in a low voice.

Panty looked at Brandon closely. Brandon was not one to be fucked with right now. By the looks of things, this kid could snap at any moment.

Brief stood there with a disappointed look on his face. Brandon...

Garterbelt shook his head. "Go get rest, Brandon. You haven't been yourself."

"I don't want to." Brandon said silently, but loud enough for Garter to hear.

"Go to bed, get sleep." Garter said. "I want you to think things through."

Brandon got up and looked Garterbelt straight in the face. "You go to sleep, only this time, without your blowup doll."

Garterbelt frowned and growled.

Brandon proceeded to walk outside. "I know what to do. I'm going to find Troy."

Garterbelt put a hand on Brandon's stomach. "No. I'm not letting you."

Brandon looked at Garterbelt and snarled. "Try and stop me. I dare you."

Garterbelt reached out to Brandon, and Brandon summersaulted under Garter and ran off. Brief stood in front of the door.

"Brandon...please stay here. So we can plan out next move." Brief said cowardly.

Suddenly, Brandon's eyes changed colour for a split second, then back. "Get outta my way. I know my next move, saving Troy. Now let me go or I'll make those freckles bleed."

Brief gulped as he wet himself. Brandon ran past him out of the church and down the hill.

"Great job, Geek-Boy! Now he's gonna do something stupid." Panty said.

Brief stood there, scared out of his mind. "D-did you see his eyes? They changed colour..."

Garterbelt froze. "Changed colour?! Oh no...not the evil gods..."

"Huh?" Stocking said.

"Brandon's god cards are spiralling out of control, changing into their more darker versions. The Wicked Eraser, The Wicked DreadRoot, and the Wicked Avatar. Each processes horrifying powers. I've never seen them, but they're said to be as powerful as gods. If Brandon lets that power loose around someone who could sap it from him...we've got trouble."

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Troy awoke with a start. He looked around, it looked like he was in a dark room. He got up, and looked around, trying to make heads or tails of where he was.  There was a chair in the room, along with a table and a bowl of crud of some sort.

"Urg...my head." Troy said, clutching his head, standing up.

Suddenly the door to his room opened. Scanty and Kneesocks stood at the doorway. Troy gulped. Who knew beauty was so terrifying?

"Finally awake...you're a heavy sleeper." Scanty laughed.

Troy glared. "What did you do to me?"

Scanty walked in, and pointed to the chair. "Sit. Now."

Troy sat down, edgy.

"Now tell me everything." Scanty said.

"Define everything. And where's Brandon?" Troy said in protest.

"I don't know where your friend is..." Scanty said.

"Liar. I see right through you."

"Brandon blasted out of Kneesocks' arms and flew to the ground."

Troy glared. "He better be alright! Or else-"

Scanty smiled. "Or else what?"

Troy got up.

"Kneesocks?"

Kneesocks forced him to sit down.

"Answer her questions." Kneesocks said.

"Fat chance." Troy replied.

Scanty banged on the table. "Tell me! Where did you come from?!"

Troy got up. "Does it matter?! Look, you want answers? Fine. Me and Brandon were fine in our ordinary lives until we got dragged here into this world. You attacked us, without thought! Just because we have powers, does not make us your enemy!"

Scanty fell silent. Kneesocks starred blankly at Troy.

Troy sat down. His heart pained with sorrow.

Scanty left, leaving Kneesocks and Troy in the room alone.

Troy put his head on the desk. "Hate Panty and Stocking all you want. But Kneesocks...I don't hate you..."

Kneesocks turned away. "Boy, you don't understand anything. This is what we need to do. What we want."

Troy got up. "No it's not."

Kneesocks looked at Troy.

"You're good. I feel it."

Suddenly, without a second thought, Kneesocks threw her arms around Troy, kissing him.

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Brandon lay slumped on the railing of a rooftop of a building, staying out of view, but having a view of the entire street. Brandon missed Troy. It wasn't so much fun when he didn't have his friend with him. He ran away from Stocking and Panty as well. Like they'd help him now.

Brandon also felt a different power surge in his body. It filled him with an angry sensation. He felt like when he saw someone who would look like where he would know where Troy was he'd pummel them.

Brandon's eye caught the attention of a ghost just strolling along without a care in the world. Didn't everyone notice him? What was he, the swagger king?

No. Ghosts can't be swagger kings. This guy was maybe invisible to everyone else.

Brandon crashed into the sidewalk, clutching the ghost's head. Now THAT caught the attention of a whole lot of people.

Brandon looked straight at the ghost. "Talk. Now. Where's your leader? Your boss."

"Huh? My boss? Do you mean the Mayor?" The ghost said, struggling.

Brandon's eyes sparked interest. "Who's the mayor?"

"He's the boss of all ghosts and demons...he's on the other side of town."

Brandon put the ghost down. "Take me to him. NOW."

"Sure..."the ghost said.

Brandon smirked. "That was easy."

"Indeed...Brandon." The ghost said turning to face Brandon with an evil grin.

Brandon never mentioned his name to the ghost. Before he knew what was going on, he felt something whack him on the head and knock him unconscious.

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Brandon slowly woke up. He was really dizzy. He was strapped to a chair, unable to move. He struggled to move, but it was useless.

Brandon saw a light shine in whatever room he was in. A purplish demon walked up to him. He wore a red tuxedo.

"You...did you put me like this?!" Brandon said.

"Yes...with some help from my assistants." The demon said.

Brandon grew angry. This guy just had him at his mercy. Something he didn't like.

"Well...I'll just take your powers now. I must find out what makes you so powerful." The demon said. "What makes you..." He was inches from Brandon's face. "...tick."

Brandon couldn't believe this. No! This wasn't happening! At that moment, insanity just took over Brandon. He ripped out of his chair and roared. His muscles became a dark purple and sent out vibes of power to the demon.

"The Wicked DreadRoot...it's power can make the user so powerful it powers down opponents. But a tactic like that won't work on me." The demon said. He flew like lightning to Brandon, who at the moment was swinging madly at the demon, but instead was hit in the back.

Brandon's eyes had changed to pure black. His muscles became normal, but now he roared, and a blue and white spiralling rod blasted the floor, destroying it. The demon smirked.

"The Wicked Eraser. The power to obliterate anything instantly. One touch of its rays, and it'll erase you from existence. Please, do you think that'll work on me?"

The demon threw a brown bomb at Brandon, who was just destroying everything he looked at. Brandon noticed the bomb within a second and blasted it. However, he ended up falling back as the bomb exploded.

Brandon wasn't even aware he was in pain. His final trick was him becoming a dark entity, and vanishing and reappearing, striking the demon with quick blows.

"Ah, the Wicked Avatar. Transforming you into a dark entity, in hopes of hurting me with those stupid excuses for hits. Nope won't work. Scanty! Kneesocks! Restrain him!" The demon said.

Scanty managed to pin Brandon down. Brandon growled and roared in protest.

"This is for your own good." Scanty said quietly.

Kneesocks took out a needle which was attached to a machine, and drove it into Brandon's hand.

Brandon screamed as he felt himself lose consciousness and fall into a deep sleep.