I ran to the town square only to see a crowd gathered around something. What's so interesting that has them all huddled up?
It was Farmer...
He was bloodied and bruised all over but was holding onto his shotgun... well, barely, but he held onto it tightly since he knew his people were watching him. He couldn't give up now. They were counting on him.
He tried to aim the shotgun at the figure before him, the baby-faced idiot who worked for Spanks. What was his name again? Ah, yeah! Number 2.
Hey, don't blame me. I don't choose the names. The writer does. A pretty shitty one if you ask me. Come on?! A whole month before uploading a chapter? What a lazy bum!
But anyway...
Farmer tried to aim, but before he could get a good shot, two dark figures appeared from Number Two's back and grabbed him, pinning him to the ground.
"You're a really funny guy! I'll give you that! But it's best to just give up! I hate having to off funny guys. Plus, I'm saving up my blades for your little daughter, Maria!"
W...what?! Is that why you took her away?! I thought you were selling her back into slavery?!"
"Nope! Boss said this would be way more entertaining! 'Raises the stakes' or something. Anyway, I'd be glad to be rid of that green-skinned brat!"
Farmer struggled to free himself from the grip of Spanks's minions, but they held him down much more tightly.
There was still something off about them...
The people tried to move forward and help Farmer, but he gave them a stern look, and they stayed back and watched.
Now this was a sight for sore eyes.
Farmer's dear daughter was going to be executed by the man who stole his home, and the man clearly needed help but couldn't accept it from his own people.
Luckily, I ain't one of his people. I'm Spike Dogtooth. And Spike Dogtooth hates helping weaklings.
But this guy ain't no weakling.
"Okay, old man!" I shouted, getting the attention of Spanks's minions, and once I got a good look at them, they wore black masks, but that wasn't the problem. They had emotionless eyes.
"I've seen enough of this. You clearly want to help your people but can't risk them getting hurt. Well, let me help you instead, eh?" I shouted as I approached Farmer.
"B...but I thought you don't help weaklings?!" Farmer shouted in confusion.
"Yep! I don't! But you ain't no weakling. You're exactly the type I consider strong."
"Strong?! This old prick?! Please! He can't even help his own daughter out of this mess! And you consider him strong?!"
"Well, I consider him stronger than the bald idiot who needs two guards to hold down an old man."
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME, YOU CANINE FUCKER?! SUITS!! KILL HIM!!"
The men holding him down let him go and charged toward me.
With one powerful smack, they were both sent flying through a building, but I didn't feel any meat, though. Just cloth...
That's when I realized, as those two men started getting up, from a hit strong enough to kill any man. And they got out of the building wreckage and charged toward me again. That's when I realized they weren't human, or even organic. They were made up of the suits they were wearing.
"Hah! Look at your face, you fucker! Surprised at my boss's men, eh?! Well, they're the least of your concerns!" He said as he removed a giant blade with a red handle, which he ripped in half to reveal two smaller blades, shaped like a pair of scissors.
"Why let those weaklings face you when I'm right here, eh?" the blade fool said as he prepared a battle stance, and just like that...
He disappeared.
I tried to sniff him out, but I got nothing... I couldn't read his movements until...
He appeared right behind me, with both blades lodged in my chest, laughing.
"Ha! How does it feel, asshole?! To have my beautiful scissor blades shoved up your chest, eh? Well, now fall down and die! Just like the rest of the fuckers who called me bald!"
He was taunting me. That bald loser was taunting ME!
I slammed the fool into the ground, and as he sank into the sinkhole I made with my attack, he smiled. Why was he smiling? Well, that's when I noticed a piece of hair stuck to my hand. Then the sky turned dark...
I looked up to see the sky turning black, and only a crescent moon was visible... But it was high noon. I wanted to pull the fool out to ask him what the hell was going on until...
"Ugh... Spike... uh..." It was Farmer. He was turning toward his people. They were all writhing and struggling like something had taken control of them. Their hair was growing like crazy... covering their bodies from head to toe.
The whole town was turning. Their bodies were being covered with hair like a bunch of beasts... Okay, I'm also covered in hair, but I ain't no beast, okay? I'm a monster! There's a difference.
The people tried to resist the transformation but failed as their bodies were covered head to toe in hair.
"Well, you wanna h...help these weaklings... try to help them out while they try to rip you apart!" Number 2 said as he climbed out of the hole in the ground, covered in bruises from the beatdown I gave him.
"What the hell did you do to them?" I asked, filled with annoyance at the mind games this clown was playing with me.
"Oh, well, this is what happens when you pull out my luscious hair! My Hair Collector creates a moon made of hair! Anyone foolish enough to stare at it loses control of their hair to me! But don't worry, I made sure to spare the old man! I'd love to see his people, well, my people now, rip him apart!" He explained.
"Now, suits, go warn Spanks of this dog's little attack. And my hair minions, as I said before, RIP HIM APART!!"...
I prepared a battle stance and was ready to face the beasts as they charged toward me.
Well, that's what I did until they charged toward Farmer instead.
"How funny is it going to be for this idiot to be ripped apart by his own people, eh?!" Number 2 said and began laughing like a madman.
I had to stop them before they ripped the old man apart, but I couldn't hurt them. He wasn't even willing to let them fight for themselves. How was he going to let me fight them?
But they got to him and began beating him down. I charged ahead to help him, but he shouted at me to stop.
"I can't let them kill you, idiot!"
"Don't... H...hurt them," he tried his best to say as his own people, who were now covered in hair, beat him down.
I needed to stop them without hurting them... then I looked around and noticed the moon was much closer than it's supposed to be... I wonder why?
Guess there's only one way to find out!
I jumped as high as I could to see why the moon looked so close, and then...
CRASH!!
Well, looks like I got my answer. The whole town was covered in a giant dome with some little moon hovering on top. And I was standing on top of it!
Well, not for long.
Just as I prepared my fist to smash that moon, Number Two got some of those hair people to carry him and chuck him as far as they could in my direction.
"You really are a persistent son of a bitch, aren't you?!" He said as he revealed his scissor blades once again and prepared to stop me from freeing Farmer's people.
With him flying my way, I had no time.
Nothing.
I slammed onto the moon as hard as I could, but I got nothing. Not even a slight crack. And the worst part is... the closer he got, the more I lost control of my own hair, which made it hard to move or dodge!
"Ha! You think a little love tap was going to deactivate my moon?! Oh, please! The only one who can turn my moon off is me!" Number 2 shouted as he inched ever so closely.
And with my arm now completely immobile from his hair control, I was a sitting duck.
"Ah! That's when I got a dynamite idea!! But it needed him to hit me!
Barber Style Second Form: Off the Top!
Number 2 sliced right into my chest with his blades, and I had to admit it hurt like all hell since they were lodged in so deep they were stuck.
But so was he!
Just like I planned!
"This'll teach you to call me bald! No one calls me bald! Now you see the power of my Hair Collector, asshole!"
But his pride turned into horror on his face when he saw the giant smile on mine.
"Uh... wh...why aren't you dead yet?"
"HeheheheHAHAHAHAAA!! You really think I give a damn about your bald head?! Buddy, I make fun of you because you're something I hate more than weaklings asking for my help! You're a weakling who thinks because he has a bunch of fancy weapons at his disposal he can oppress others!"
I bit onto Number 2 with my gigantic canines, and with the last of my strength, spat him at the moon with a force so intense that it broke like glass and destroyed the dome, completely knocking him out, as well as turning all the people back to normal.
And best of all, shutting this generic asshole up!
As I fell to the ground, I got the weirdest sense of déjà vu. Yet I wasn't in this generic-ass town. I was in a forest. And it wasn't me falling. It was some human guy who happened to look a lot like me...
But that's a story for another time, I guess.
I crashed onto the ground but got up with a couple of stab wounds while Number 2 flew off toward what looked like Spanks's main base.
This could get interesting!
"Hey, Spike! You okay, man?!" Farmer said as he helped me up off the ground. Behind him, his people were recovering from their transformations.
"Let me go, little man! It's just a few scrapes. Now come on! Go help your people. I know you want to! Now let's get your daughter back!"
"Y...yeah, you're right. Oh, and Spike?"
"Yeah, little man?"
"Thanks..."
The end... FOR NOW.