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RISING TENSIONS

This is part 2 of "Mind Warping"! If you haven't got the chance to read part 1 yet, read it HERE for the Tumblr version or HERE for the ao3 version! Not much else to say, so enjoy!

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Hell has obviously seen better days from when it was first established. But it might as well be considered completely demolished in terms of population after what Panty and Stocking did to handle it. The bodies of fallen sinner demons were scattered all over the streets, and it seemed like there were no more to be murdered. “Damn, I think we killed them all,” Panty muttered, poking a deceased sinner with her foot. She turned to the younger angel. “What else do you think we should do?” Stocking just stood there stabbing an already dead sinner demon. “I dunno. So much for killing the Daemons and stopping them, we don’t even know where they are,” She muttered.

“Oh, this is fucking great,” Panty snarked. “We’re lost in the land of sewage and cock-suckers, and we don’t know where we’re going.” A sinner demon attempted to sneak around the madness from far away… but Panty shot it down regardless. “Hey, isn’t there a whole different set of angels that do stuff like this?” “Meh. Wherever they are, they sure don’t like to do their job,” Stocking claimed while lighting a molotov. “Heard they’re on break till next year!” She threw the explosive at a group of nearby sinners. Panty huffed and reverted her gun back into her panties, slipping them back on as she said, “Welp, this has been boring as shit. We might as well go back to the others and listen to what pacifist plan the bug-eyed blondie has… Or that kind of crap can be said from Tiny’s little nerd simp.”

While Panty ranted, Stocking peered over at a faraway mansion upon a hill. “You know what? All this time, we could've just went to that mansion up there. It really looks like where those stuck up whores would hang in,” She voiced. “Too bad it's hella far.” Panty was about to seriously question Stocking until she managed to turn around herself and spotted the mansion. “...Fuckin’ A! We could've been dealt with those asswipes!” She snarled. For all she knew, time was running out for the free will of the world. Actually, scratch that. She only cared about proving Pearl wrong about how useful she said she and Stocking were. Panty raced to the Daemon Sisters’ hideout. “Catch up to me whenever! I'm about to rub this victory into Tiny's prissy little face!” She exclaimed to Stocking while making her move.

“Woooow, that’s super great. Rushing into danger with absolutely no plan or strategy whatsoever like a total dumbass. That is SO ‘Panty’ of you..” Stocking snarked, not caring if Panty was long gone by now. She took her attention away from the mansion’s location. Suddenly, she began to ponder to herself. “Why do I suddenly feel like this situation will all get worse with time? Like we’ll just fuck up and doom everyone..” She quickly shook off those thoughts as fast as she received them. “Damnit, what am I saying? Of course we can murder those demon sluts!” She exclaimed with a cocky smirk. However, that smirk faded slightly as her eyes focused on the mansion again. “But, then again… There’s somehow a huge chance we can’t..”

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“Finally… Haha… FINALLY!” Scanty cried in victory. 3 grueling hours of revising the dreaded and highly anticipated device had finally paid off… and it was in the form of a mini laser gun. Scanty held the weapon in her hand and inspected it thoroughly. “Hm. Not as exciting as I hoped it would be, but I suppose it will have to do,” she muttered to herself. A little smirk formed on her face. “No matter, really. This will be just enough to find a specimen to spread our control!” She laughed. “Yes, once the victim is infected, then one simple touch can convert others into the same proper mindset that they should be~!” The elder demon was brimming with excitement, finally resuming her fantasies of her and her just as villainous younger sister ruling over the entire multiverse… But all of that came to an end when Fastener tapped her leg in an attempt to get her attention.

Resisting the urge to punt the plush creature across the room, Scanty impatiently glared at him from above. She demanded, “Fastener! Tell me whatever it is you have to tell me this instant! Now is not the occasion for such crucial time to be wasted.” As quickly as he was addressed, Fastener pointed to various areas around the room, making it clear that she has no other specimen than Rock to test the device out on. Scanty only snickered at Fastener's observations. “Oh, Fastener, you silly little creature. We have that rock down there for a reason. He'll be a more than suitable test subject,” she mocked. Keeping its calmer demeanor, Fastener continued to gesture to Scanty. The gestures were organized, elegant and completely comprehensible. In summary, a specimen like Rock is still very powerful, despite having not used any of his said powers a day in his life. If Scanty still plans on using him as patient zero, they wouldn’t know exactly how the device would affect him overall.

“... Please don’t tell me you’re being serious,” Scanty eerily whispered. Fastener solemnly nodded his head, confirming that his statements were true, whether the demon liked it or not. Scanty angrily paced around. “Why couldn’t I foresee this!? How else are we supposed to achieve world domination without a proper test subject!?” She seethed. “Certainly a test subject won’t just magically appear as if—” As if on cue, the front door of the mansion crashed open. Behind the rubble and dust stood Panty Anarchy; too egotistical for her own good. “Hey, slut! I’m here to kick your ass!” She exclaimed with her gun pointed at the demon, a cocky smile on her face all the while.

“Oh, how wonderful. This day couldn't get any better,” Scanty thought to herself. She focused her attention on the whore angel invading her home. She growled, “Oh, you ranchorous angels always find a way to ruin EVERYTHING! Why can't you just take your slutty behavior elsewhere!?” Panty argued, “Not a chance! I made a bet with the gangster midget, and it’s not that I’m here solely because of that, it’s just somebody had to kill you both eventually. And that someone is me!” Panty steadied her aim right at Scanty’s head. “REPENT, MOTHERFUCKER!” With that, Panty pulled the trigger a few times and bullets went flying towards the demon. With quick thinking, Scanty swiftly dodged the bullets chasing after her, one unfortunately going through her hair taking a proportionate chunk of it, but she still managed to protect the device in the process. Fastener wasn’t so lucky, however, getting shot with all the bullets his ‘owner’ dodged.

Scanty gripped the device in her hands. She’d come too far in her plan for it to be foiled by anybody. Not even one of those unruly fallen angels. “YOU FUCKING WHORE!!” Scanty barked in a strong fit of rage, accidentally shooting from the device, mistaking it for her regular weapon. Panty tried deflecting the laser shot with her own bullets, but they immediately disintegrated with contact. With no way to fight back against the shot, Panty ducked down, letting the laser shoot out of the mansion completely thanks to the large hole where the door should be. “Oh, shit!” Panty yelled in shock and amusement. “Never expect a LASER of all things, but it doesn't even matter, you missed!” Before Scanty lashed out once again, she looked over ahead and saw the laser being reflected off a street lamp and back to the mansion. She taunted, “Oh, just keep thinking that~...”

Panty sprung back up and posed dramatically. “I’ll think it because I KNOW it! It’ll take you guys, what? Another 10 chapters to build another one?” She mocked her counterpart. “You should’ve known this would happen from the getgo! Nothing can hold down Panty Anar—” The laser hit Pamty from behind before she could say anything else. The shot emitted strong levels of electricity in her body, the electrocution also illuminating the room in horrific crimson light. It all lasted only a few seconds. Even Scanty felt the need to look away from the blinding sight, but she immediately looked over to Panty after it was all over.

The angel was hunched over, standing in complete silence. Her color palette lost most of its saturation, giving her a much more depressing appearance in contrast to her usual bright one. She now wore a uniform that’s exactly like the one the Daemon Sisters wore, along with having patchy dark red spots on her skin, most likely newly grown demon skin from the transformation. But much more prominently, she now had dark, glowing red eyes. Scanty stared at the zombified angel in complete awe… But that awe quickly transitioned into blatantness. She turned to Fastener with a smile and spoke, “You said one thing, but fate said another..!” She said to him as he was still pretty much unresponsive after getting shot. (He’ll be fine.)

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On a bit of a happier note, Rock and Kneesocks were still in the basement painting each other’s nails and creating friendship bracelets, both activities being Rock’s idea. “I still fail to see the reasoning behind these odd rituals,” Kneesocks pondered. “I’m not saying that they’re unpleasant in any way, but please, do elaborate,” she kindly requested. “Hm?” Rock briefly took his attention off of bracelet crafting in response to Kneesocks’ request. “There isn’t really any meaning behind stuff like this..” He replied, “But, it's really a way of showing how much you appreciate your friends!” After happily giving his explanation, he went back to bracelet making. Kneesocks considered this new knowledge. “Oh,” She gently muttered and she crafted her bracelet. “Well, If you appreciate me even in the short amount of time we spent together… Then, in a sense… I share the feeling.”

After a few more peaceful moments of performing the friendly ritual,, the two were thrown off by a large eruption of electricity coming from upstairs. The shock from the interrupting noise struck Kneesocks so greatly that she accidentally broke the bracelet she almost completed. After the racket subsided, the demon wasted no time making her way upstairs to see what was going on. Even when heading up, she couldn’t ignore the scattered beads and charms of the friendship bracelet. It was supposed to be a symbol of respect and kindness, at least that’s what she picked up when Rock described it. But regardless, it was ruined. Once again, Rock was able to sense Kneesocks’ disappointment. She shouldn’t let the smallest inconvenience go to her head, not when it can be easily resolved, and such an instance of such inconvenience is right now. “It’s okay! Maybe if we have more time we can make more!” He reassured her. “Just go upstairs and see what’s up, I'll stay down here!”

Kneesocks only nodded in affirmation of his assuring words. She turned back around as she continued to move upstairs. The younger demon slowly opened the basement door and took a peek outside, and what she saw absolutely amazed her. A delighted Scanty was happily hopping around a zombified Panty. Somehow, that pathetic excuse of an angel broke into the mansion, and along the way, Scanty managed to make her one of the first zombified servants. “We did it! We did it!” Scanty exclaimed. “The outcome was unexpected, but at last, we have the first victim of the virus, and what’s even more joyful is that it’s one of those parasitic angel troglodytes!” She was practically stimming at the achievement.

Kneesocks also couldn't believe her eyes at the sight. She hates both of those angel trollops as much as her older sister, and this more sexual angel would be improved greatly while under their control. “This is unbelievable.. Remarkable, groundbreaking, sensational!” She whispered with excitement, still carefully watching from the basement door. “I never really thought this could work in any way, but, by Satan, it did!” The younger demon continued to stim to herself. The virus really was powerful enough to infect an angel! If it’s strong enough to do that, then it’s clear that it’s strong enough to infect other powerful entities… The most formidable of demons, the most valiant of soldiers, and even a Roshambeau Warrior!

…. Even a Roshambeau Warrior.

The thought of that possibility suddenly felt frightening. A member of the Roshambeau prophecy was exactly what her ‘prisoner’ was. He was the one who saw the slightest bit of good in her, and wanted to help her build more upon that. What was supposed to be pride was now replaced with guilt about the future fate of her new friend, as well as the fates of the small majority of people that are similar to him. From her view peaking behind the basement door she saw Scanty and Fastener walk to the door with the demonic angel obediently creeping behind them. She was lifeless. Her soul seemingly drained from her very body. She was supposed to be fixed. She was supposed to be perfect this way. As they drew closer, Kneesocks hid herself behind the door. She focused her eyes on Rock, who was peacefully cleaning up the pieces of the broken bracelet off the ground, blissfully unaware about what was soon to come. The feeling of guilt grew wider within the demon with each passing second. She still believed that the path that she and her sister set for the rest of the multiverse was the correct one… but it seemed wrong when people like Rock were pulled into it. Beings like him thrive in terms of kindness, mindfulness, and acceptance of others. It wasn’t the ideal perfection the demons have set, but a more peaceful perfection. Regardless, if this plan meant the possibility of losing what could be her only friend… She WILL do everything in her power to protect him.

However, while Kneesocks wasn’t looking, a hole was cut around the basement window above. From the outside of the basement, Stocking cut a hole in the window with one of her katanas, attempting to take a more stealthier approach to the mission. She carefully slid the chunk of wall away from the basement’s actual inside. “Damnit, Panty. If even one thing happened to you in there, I’m gonna kill you,” she muttered to herself. She slowly crept into the basement, climbing on different boxes, statues and platforms, working her way down. She was going to be the one to solve every bit of this mess, Panty has already failed. Well, she assumed Panty failed because…. She's Panty. But, if nobody else had the balls to solve this, she will. Stocking was determined to find those demons, take down whatever device they have, and smash their slutty little faces in—

“Interesting stealth attempt.” Even with her head hung low, Kneesocks sensed the younger angel creep her way into the basement. “It's a shame that it wasn't enough to fool me.” Her stern response made Rock stop cleaning out of curiosity. He looked up at Kneesocks, and then turned his head to see Stocking. Silence went between the two as they looked each other in the eyes. After a moment, Stocking broke the silence by asking, “What are you, some sort of sex slave?” The object stared at the angel in bewilderment and disgust. He eventually responded, “EXCUSE ME!?” Kneesocks lifted her head to face Stocking, an expression of clear annoyance and impatience on her face. “You ranchorous angels always manage to overlook the simplest of things,” she hissed. “This prisoner is the testing specimen for the virus Scanty and I are soon to unleash upon the world.” Stocking didn’t even bat an eye. “Welp, fun for you guys! I just came here so I can kill you. I don’t give a shit about some prisoner!” She exclaimed. The angel gripped her katana. Focused on the demon alone, she leaped from the platform, speedily descending towards her. She swung her katana at Kneesocks, only for her attack to be parried by one of her scythes.

Stocking was knocked away by the counterattack, but she landed perfectly on her feet. “Damnit! It's not like you're doing anything that will fix the world!” She removed her other stocking. “You just wanna hold it all in your rule!” She fully removed the sock and converted it into a second katana. Kneesocks raised her scythe back up, preparing to fight the angel. “At least it will decrease the impurity creatures such as yourself exhibit constantly!” She argued. “This scenario is an excellent example of it. You don’t even care about the hostage victim here!” The ‘hostage’ in question regained interest and composure from the mention of him. “Actually, I’m doing fine!” He commented, “Kneesocks and I were just getting acquainted—” “NO WE WEREN’T!” In a state of panic from what Rock was planning to say, Kneesocks snapped her head towards him, interrupting his speech. It was true that she saw him as a friend, but she had to protect her reputation from being destroyed. Even from a pathetic excuse of an angel. “You’re suffering! You’re suffering, and you’re very scared!” She retorted.

Stocking stayed nonchalant the entire time. However, she was still curious to see how far this could go. “Is he?” She questions with a smirk. Kneesocks sends a glare to the goth angel, and then sends another to Rock, gesturing for him to fit the prompts she gave him. “...Oh, right!” Luckily, Rock was able to get the message, and began to feign fear as best as he could. “Help! Help me, Ms. Angel-If-That’s-What-You’re-Supposed-To-Be!”

Unexpectedly, the basement door creaked open, catching everyone off guard. Behind the door itself revealed Scanty, Fastener, and the zombified Panty. It turns out, Scanty had heard everything that occurred in the basement, from Stocking breaking in, to Kneesocks’ dialog, hinting that she had intentions to protect Rock. “I certainly hope I’m not… interrupting anything…” She hissed. The elder demon’s sudden arrival filled everyone in the basement prior to it with feelings of shock and fear… Well, almost everyone. Stocking was still indifferent like always. But, none of them were more terrified than Kneesocks. The sister who thought that she was completely on the same page with their plans… who had heard everything about the implications of her new friendship with the prisoner and test subject. “S-sister! Please, pardon the, err… mess..” She cautiously stated, straightening her posture by the time she finished her sentence. “I was merely preparing the subject for his demise, but I managed to catch that other bothersome angel in the act of sneaking into our home—”

“Oh, Kneesocks, you know how cruel it is to lie,” Scanty interrupted. “Never have I found you breaking one of our sacred rules… Albeit, a handful.” Kneesocks, her posture already straightened, hung her head again, this time in shame. “Sister…” She hesitated. “I didn't mean for it…” Scanty’s expression quickly turned into a mix of sternness and sympathy towards her younger sister. The conflict at hand was plotting to divide them, She won’t let that happen. “I know you didn’t, Kneesocks.” She straightened her tie. “...But, now it’s best to focus on the more important tasks at hand.” While that happened, Stocking stayed in her spot in the mansion in complete amusement. “I knew it. Even a bond that ‘strong’ has to be broken!” She mocked. During her little rant, she turned her attention to Rock, taking note that he was rather distraught as the scene unfolded. The angel gently leaned towards him, addressing him about the matter by saying; “Well, it shouldn’t matter to us now. We’re getting outta here.”

Yet again, Rock was given the opportunity to leave, this time through a goth who claims to be an angel. But also occurring was his guilt about what the Daemons are currently going through themselves. Mainly, for Kneesocks. All she wanted was to make a friend. But her own desires were overshadowed by what Scanty wanted for the both of them. He wanted to still help Kneesocks see that her own personal needs and wants matter as much as Scanty’s. Yes, he knew that continuing to stay now is basically a death wish, but if he really was as strong as the Daemons and Big Man said he was supposed to be, the proper combat would be summoned if needed (though he also may die from the Daemon sisters or the goth girl. It’s a 50/50 chance of survival all around). He turned to the angel with a warm smile. “Thank you.. But, maybe we could stay and figure out more on WHY they want to—” Just then, Panty lunged at Rock attempting to infect him as well, but Stocking yanked him out the way, causing the corrupt angel to slam face first into the wall. “Yeah, you had your time for the pacifist bullshit. Now, we gotta run,” she instructed.

The two quickly escape out of the basement hole, with Panty swiftly regaining her composure and chasing after them. Terror filled Kneesocks’ heart as she watched the scene unfold. She turned to her sister in panic. “Sister, please! You can still order Panty to destroy Stocking, but I urge you to leave the rock out of this!” She yelped. “I know the purpose of this plan was to bring the multiverse back to morality standards, but he’s already met them! And I’m sure that very few people are in the same scenario!” Scanty eyed her sister… and focused on the desperation in her voice, realizing that her plot to infect that warrior was also hurting her dear younger sister. Whatever happened between the two, they managed to make a strong friendship. She always knew that Kneesocks had a deep desire to make actual friends. She sighed. “Oh, Kneesocks… You’ve seem to have developed quite a bond with this specimen…” She quickly thought of a way to at least satisfy the needs of her sister, and herself… “...But, perhaps there can still be a way to keep him around without fully controlling him…”

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See-Through sped past the burned and crooked streets of Hell, with Rock and Stocking trying to navigate a way back to the surface. “Waitwaitwaitwait, Just slow down for a second!” Rock stressed to Stocking. “You really ARE an angel, and you’re currently working with some other guys who want to stop Scanty and Kneesocks…” Panty chased behind the convertible, shooting multiple bullets at the passengers with her gun. “...And that maniac chasing after us is your SISTER!?” With her hands gripping onto the wheel, Stocking sharply turned every second to ensure that the onslaught of gunfire would be avoided. “Yep. That sums up pretty much everything!” She exclaimed. “And, don’t let the freaky brainwashed behavior fool you. Panty is actually the sluttiest person you’d ever meet.” Not too far from the initial scene, the Daemons chased after the others in G-String with Fastener at the wheel. “Fret not, sister, I have everything planned out!” Scanty eagerly announced. “All we have to do is do a more efficient job at imprisoning him! We’ll keep him in the basement just as before, and I’ll be the one to ensure that he has no other possible chance of escape, differing from what happened previously!” She was sure that this plot would make her dear sister happy… But, judging by Kneesocks’ conflicted expression, the scenario was the opposite.

“Sister…” Kneesocks sighed deeply, adjusting her glasses as she began to continue… “The sole reason that I want that creature to be free from our grasp is for him to enjoy his own freedom before we send Panty to infect the rest of the world. He’s already shown his moral worth to me by offering his hand in friendship… even when I didn’t deserve it.” She turned to look out the car window. “He saw our cause as an act of good in some aspects, but still fails to see why we must go about it like this… Regardless, he doesn’t deserve what we originally planned out for him… Just let Stocking take him away..” Scanty’s expression softened into a one of sympathy. She never expected Kneesocks to have that much of a connection with any other person… especially after all this time. If this warrior’s freedom is what she truly wanted despite everything that might happen…. So be it. “Kneesocks, I understand,” Scanty assured. She placed a calming hand on the young demon’s shoulder, keeping a firm gaze on her as she did so. “I still struggle to see how this sudden connection between the two of you came to be, but I will respect it.”

The sisters exchanged looks. Their faces are marked with confusion, calmness and understanding all at once. With the demons not giving any commands, Fastener made the limo come to a stop, and simultaneously, Panty stopped chasing the hummer vehicle, now focusing her attention back to the demons obediently. Stocking cautiously parked the car after she noticed everything came to a random stop. She crawled over to the backseat and peered at the limo’s window to get a better look at the demons. She turned to Rock and asked; “You wanna try and hear this too? It seems important.” Rock, still shaken from the wild chase AND being in the front of the car for all of it, feeling all of the sharp turns and excruciating road bumps the most… still managed to crawl his way to the backseat with Stocking. “Sure, sure, that’s cool…” He muttered.

Back in the demonic limo, the sisters were sharing a heart-to-heart about the scenario. Eventually, it ended with a rather odd and tensing conclusion. “How about this…” Scanty gazed at Kneesocks with loving eyes. “...If you don’t want the creature we have now for the experiment… We’ll go back to Earth and take another warrior~!” Kneesocks’s eyes practically gleamed. “Oh sister, that’s brilliant!” Her face flushed a brighter red from sheer excitement and joy. “We can still go along with our scheme as desired, while keeping the innocent temporarily safe!” She was still beaming, but began to ponder on something else. “But, how would he get home?” Scanty waved off the wonder for her sister, assuring; “Oh, he and that bothersome angel have some pellets left, no? Surely, they’ll find a way back home!” The sisters laughed happily among themselves. Panty heard the conversation from where she was standing. She took a last good look at Rock and Stocking, still in their retrospective vehicle. After that, she crept her way into the demonic limousine as it drove away back to the mansion.

The object and the angel were left alone. “Well, glad that's all over,” Stocking commented, slipping back over to the driver’s seat. “Let’s go back to Earth and tell the others what happened.” She tried to address her ‘new acquaintance’, but he looked way less than pleased with the situation. Rock’s head snapped to Stocking in confusion and panic. “Don’t you know how horrible this is!?” He cried. “Not only are Kneesocks and her sister still planning to take over the world, but they have YOUR sister, and they’re gonna take one of MY friends! We have to do something!” While he spoke, Stocking mindlessly munched on some cake, completely unbothered by the situation. “Huh?” She turned a little of her focus back onto Rock. “You were saying something?” He stared back at her in disbelief. He shouted, “You don’t care about ANY of this!?!” Stocking stared back at the panicked rock. She thought for a bit and in an attempt for reassurance (If you can call it that), she said; “...Well, I guess I care about the Panty problem a little. I don’t really give a rat’s ass about your friends.”

Rock gave the goth an offended look. How could an angel possibly be this cruel? To add an insult to injury, she just went right back to eating cake like nothing happened! “Listen, you’re supposed to be the angel here, can’t you just make an actual effort to help me?” He urged the angel, scolding her a little as he did. “Hmph. Like I haven’t heard that one a million times,” Stocking deadpanned. She thought about the scenario once again. One one hand, she can go back to Pearl and the others with this object person, and Pearl will still tease her for failing to kill the Daemon Sisters AND losing Panty to them. On the other hand, she didn’t want to see them again anyway, and going with this guy would mean saving his bastard friends from those same demon sluts, bringing her a whole bunch more trouble… but, at least it means not seeing Pearl for at least a while. “...Fine, let’s save your friends, or whatever,” she decided. The judgement within Rock faded within seconds once Stocking came to her conclusion. His eyes gleamed with excitement and relief. “Really!?” He gasped. “You’re really gonna help me?” Stocking began to start the car again. “Only because I got nothing better to do,” She elaborates. Rock eagerly leaped back to the passenger seat. “Good enough for me!” He declared.

“We still need a plan to do all of this, y’know.” Stocking fastened her seatbelt and bolted away, not waiting for Rock to fasten his own. “I know a place where we can go, though.” Rock still managed to buckle his seatbelt while struggling with the high speeds Stocking was going at. “O-okay! Just do your thing..!” He insisted. “But, can you at least slow things down a little?” Stocking pretended to consider his suggestion. “...No.” With that, the new duo set off on a new journey of their own to stop the Daemon Sisters. With this beacon of kindness and a gothic angel bitch partnered together, they’d one way or another gather their own help to save the multiverse! What could go wrong? A lot of things, actually.