CIA's Bizarre Adventure Part 2: Welcome To The Jungle, Ch. 3

>You are Anon.
>You're currently in what you think is the psychiatric ward of Canterlot Hospital. Probably.
>...You can't figure out the map, frankly, and the staff have their hands full.
>Well, you don't see padded rooms, but they wouldn't have windows in this kind of place. Maybe?
>Whatever, there's a office over there, and the nurse seems to be unoccupied.
>You set the bag down behind a trash can, after making sure nobody's behind you.
>You walk up to the office, and clear your throat. The nurse looks up excitedly, but frowns upon seeing you.
"Bad timing?"
>"Oh, not at all. I just thought...never mind."
>This isn't worth using any energy. Probably just waiting for someone.
"Yeah, I'm here to see a patient."
>"...You're in the administrative area."
"So I am."
>...
>Fuck.
"Can you direct me to the psychiatric ward?"
>"Sure can. Who are you looking for?"
>She hops on the computer as she says this, probably preparing to search the database.
"Sour Sweet."
>She stops, dead in her tracks.
>"Psychiatric ward is back at the three direction hallway. Take a right when you get there, go straight ahead, all the way to the end."
"Thanks."
>You start to walk off, but she speaks up.
>"Hey, uh..."
>You stop and look at her.
>She seems even more uncomfortable. Damn it, why does your sleepy face look pissed off?
>It's probably that. You hope.
>...No, you're not using Feel Good Inc. You're already wiped out.
>"...The signs have Braille, just feel under the letters. If that helps."
"It does. I'm guessing there's a number of dyslexics."
>"Uh. Yeah? I wouldn't say that, but, people with...I'll stop now."
"Well, thanks for telling me."
>"You're welcome. Have a good visit."
>You nod, and walk off, ready to retrace your steps.
>...God, why couldn't you have super vision, or at least normal reading capacity?

>You remember that you left the bag back there.
>Oh well.
"Gorillaz."
>The six monkeys appear in front of you, posing.
"Monkey Business, go get that backpack. Back there. Behind the trash can."
>He runs off to grab it, as you pray you're not out of range.
>Whatever. You'll go back a ways just in case.
>You turn around and make your way back, the rest of 『Gorillaz』 having been dismissed.
>You walk, walk, and walk.
>Soon enough, 『Monkey Business』 returns, bag in hand.
>You smile, and give an OK sign.
"Fuckin' A."
>You take the bag back and 『Monkey Business』 dissipates.
>Alright, back in business. You're actually close to the booth place at the psychiatric ward, too.
>You keep going, and pass it by.
>The nurse doesn't pay attention to you, being caught up in work.
>Precisely why you didn't ask for help. A hospital is a busy place, lives are at stake. You can respect that.
>There's quite a scene outside. A few distraught nurses, ranging from "uncomfortable" to "crying hysterically," three doctors discussing "moving her already," and two big guys.
>Security guards, that is.
>The most devastated nurse is being held by who you assume to be the head doctor, or whatever.
>"Come, now. You've been through enough, you can have the rest of the day off. Take a break, it's going to be fine."
>The nurse is still crying, and a guard walks over, taking the nurse gently away from the end of the hall.
>The door where Sour Sweet is.
>The rest of the crowd is leaving as well, except the chief.
>"May I help you?"
>Oh, he's talking to you.
"Yes. I'm here to see Ms. Sweet. Sour Sweet."
>"Well, I'm afraid that can't happen, mister..."
"Anonymous."
>"Full name, please. For legal purposes."
>Jesus, Sour, you fucked shit up.
"Cipher Ignatz Anonymous."

>"Hmm, German, are we?"
"Just some heritage."
>"Ah, fair enough. Nice to meet someone with similar blood."
>Well, now that he mentions it, he does have somewhat of a German accent. Way to hide it.
>"Formalities aside, I meant it when I said you can't see her, Mr. Anonymous."
"Anon. That said, why not? She doesn't have anything contagious, right?"
>He gives you a slightly irritated look.
"I'm serious."
>"...Well, she wouldn't be here, I assure you. The thing is, she seems to have...contagious hysteria."
"Okay."
>"I'm being all too serious, Anon."
"I trust you. What do you mean, though?"
>"...Well, I've seen it with my own eyes. I've went in with nurses that deteriorated into basket cases, to be frank. It's far too dangerous for...anyone, frankly."
"Well, I'll take your word for it."
>"Does that mean you'll go? If so, please don't tell the incoming transfer unit. We don't need a commotion."
"I understand, and I wasn't leaving. I'm going in."
>"Are you mad?! Did you not see my staff out here? This was just the tip of the iceberg! They're all trained professionals, all of them have worked here for at LEAST five years!"
"Well, have you seen this letter?"
>You call on Gorillaz to boost the letter from your jacket pocket a bit, so you can sweep your arm, grab the paper, and present it in a fluid motion.
>The thrice-folded paper is signed with Dean Cadence's signature, stamped with the school seal as well.
"Right from her desk, I saw."
>He takes it, and looks it over.
>All you know is that she needs you to confirm, and said so.
>What she didn't say is that your grades suck and this is your get-out-of-being-held-back-free card.
>"Why would she send a student, though?"
"Beats me. But you probably shouldn't piss off a prestigious Dean of a prestigious school."
>"Fine. The room is padded, mind you."
"You won't hear anything, then?"
>"We can't take any responsibility. Consider yourself warned."
"Warning acknowledged, doctor."
>He opens the door, finally unlocking it.

>"Sour Sweet, you have-"
>There's a reeling nurse, and Sour is staring at the pills in her hand. There's a glass of water next to the bed she's sitting in.
>"Oh shit!"
>"Doctor, I didn't mean to-"
>"I'm getting her out of here! You need to leave as soon as you're done!"
"Whatever."
>The doctor retreats, carrying the nurse fireman style, leaving the door open.
>Nah. You close it.
>"Wait, Anon? What are you doing here?"
>Sour looks relieved, no longer staring her pills down.
"I'm here to figure out what's going on. Dean's orders."
>"Oh."
>Well, the thing about spreading insanity probably put everyone off, maybe.
"So what's up? Start from the top, when it all happened yesterday."
>"Why...oh, you weren't there, were you?"
"Nope."
>She sighs, and shakes her head.
>"Well, it was just the usual day at school. The on edge kind, where I feel like I'm going to explode from anger."
"...'Kay."
>"I was getting harassed at lunch by some goons, and I was about to scream and...I blacked out."
>Silence.
>"I know it sounds hard to believe, but a minute later, I was having...a hallucination. There was this giant shadow attacking everyone, and it was coming from me!"
>Yep, that's a Stand.
>"I woke up later, the shadow was gone, and I thought everything was just a weird dream and I passed out."
>...A shadow, though? That's just cheesy as hell, unless it's called Slim Shady.
>"But there WERE attacked people there, some were bleeding out, some were catatonic...it was horrible, Anon! I don't know how it happened, but it was me!"
>How do Stand names even work? You were told yours by Clint Eastwood, in form of peanut-shaped bullet holes when you were asking what to call them.
>"Anon?"

>Isn't Clint Eastwood an actor name? There was that Gorillaz track, but that's kinda cutting it.
>"Anon, are you listening?"
"Yeah."
>"...God, you aren't even trying. At least it's not another doctor."
>She looks at the pills again.
>"These pills are supposed to calm me down, but they just make my head feel all foggy and painful."
"Don't take them, then."
>"Anon, why?! I might attack everyone again, and the hallucinations were horrible!"
"They aren't hallucinations, Sour. They were real."
>"Wh-WHAT?!"
"That shadow wasn't you, it was a PART of you. It's called,
"A 『Stand!』"
>You're pretty sure a shine-like noise played for a second. That was cool.
"We call it that because it stands by you. Not creative, but hey."
>"Anon-"
"I know this because I have one, too. Well, it's actually six in one-"
>"Do you think this is funny? You just come down here to get a cheap laugh out of me, fuck with my head, and you go as far as to pretend to sympathize?!"
"Wow, remind me to never tell you anything again."
>"FUCK YOU! You just want to have some stories to tell at lunch, maybe get some of those MOTHERFUCKERS to laugh with you?! I'm just your gossip machine, RIGHT?"
"Step the fuck off."
>"NO! GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO-"
>"Ree-hee-hee..."
>Dead silence.
"So, as I was-"
>"Anon, stop! It's happening, I'm hallucinating!"
"Nah, that somewhat terrifying laugh was real."
>"WHAT! It can HEAR me?"
>You notice a shadow on the wall, connected to Sour Sweet.
>THAT'S the stand.
>It looks like a shitty drawing by a creepy child, with Sour's hair. The double buns, anyway, not her current unkempt mess.
>The teeth look like spikes, the eyes seem to be constantly growing and shrinking from the inconsistent circles, and the mouth is in a constant grin, like it's about to have a feeding frenzy.
>But why would it have gloves?
>Wait, that's the archery team uniform it's wearing!
>The girl's archery team, anyway. The boys had more...cool uniforms.
"Sadly."

>"REE HEE HEE HEE! It has an attitude, as well! I LIKE that!"
>"It can talk? And you CAN hear it?!"
"No shit I can, asswipe."
>"What the hell? WHY NOW?!"
>"The loudest ones are always the fastest to break! I'll LOVE this! You're getting the special treatment!"
"I think I'll just break your creepy face, you little goblin."
"『GORILLAZ!』"
>The six members assemble with you as leader!
>Oh damn, the pose game is too strong.
"『Clint Eastwood!』 『Monkey Business!』 Wait for my command!"
>Damn your sleep schedule. If you keep three, the adrenaline will only help so much before you pass out.
>"This one should've been watching!"
>Wait, where did the goblin go?
>You feel your brain being tugged, and you lurch.
>...FUCK! It's grabbing your shadow!
"Damn it! Call it back, or I'll attack!"
>"What? HOW?!"
"Double Tap!"
>Clint Eastwood fires twice from his two guns, the peanut-shaped bullets striking twice!
>It strikes the hands of the Stand, making it retreat temporarily.
>Sour shrieks, and grabs her hands!
"See? It's you! It may be sentient, but you can control it, SO DO IT!"
>You hope she isn't bleeding.
>The goblin seems to have retreated somewhere.
>Damn, you really want to tear that bastard apart. You never met Stands THIS sentient, and you never want to again.
>Why does Sour have to be this bound to it?
>You and the other Gorillaz look around, before Monkey Business finds a shadow that's a bit TOO big!
>He charges forward to do 『The Monkey』 wi-
"STOP! 『Monkey Business!!』"
>He stops, but the Stand grabs HIS shadow!
>"REE HEE HEE! It's too kind! This one will regret that!"
>Damn it, your brain's getting pulled again, it feels like. Static's filling your head, and your vision flickers.
"CALL IT OFF!"

>Sour is horrified, maybe.
>You can't tell.
>Melting wall. Solvable meaning. Self who can explain. Smoothness of changeable permeability. Transitioning time. Observation life and execution function. A pinky-less hand. Headless eyes. Rolling carpet. Once. Twice. Three times. 777 cages. Burst balloon. Unfulfillable promise. Unprotectable law. Death contract. Poison and honey. Red and afterbirth. Mercury lamp and bug light. Light refracting from countless dimensions. Swimming fish, singing at the ocean bottom. Tools, tools, tools. Towards endlessly reproducing stars without meaning, without will. Better than wishes. Another only you. Unraveling deep sea. Contradictory that appears from microscopic organisms. Detailed view of a quark. Rejection of everything. Formless form. An embryo within a hearse. You curse and celebrate their existence.
>You realize this is only delaying the inevita

>You are Sour Sweet.
>"CALL IT OFF!"
>That gorilla of Anon's is getting tugged on by YOU?
>Then you can stop it! You can control this thing!
"St..."
>You realize your throat is horribly dry.
>"Spiral staircase, rhinoceros beetle."
"Anon?"
>"Ruins street. Fig tart rhinoceros beetle."
>He's completely losing it, and that...Stand isn't even touching him!
>You reach for the water, dropping your pills to drink.
>Damn it, you feel like you can barely speak, why NOW?!
>"Via dolorosa rhinoceros beetle."
>That's enough, you gotta stop it!
"Singularity point."
"Stop it!"
>...Nothing.
>"Giotto angel hydrangea rhinoceros beetle."
>FUCK! He's about to completely lose it!
"I said STOP!"
>"Ree?! What do YOU want?"
>"Singularity point."
"STOP IT NOW!"
>"Sec-"
>Release.
>Anon collapses and the monkey disappear, as he gasps for air.
>"Reee...I was almost done..."
>It retreats back towards you, while you flinch, shuddering.
>"Do not worry, I cannot harm you."
>It returns to its position as your shadow.
>"Why would I want to hurt myself, after all?"
>It gives one last horrible laugh, and fades.

>You're stunned.
>Was it THAT easy? Just...yell at it, and it's done?
>And it's YOU?!
>Does that mean you WANTED all of this?
>...You don't want to think about that.
>Mostly because Anon is still there, sweating and gasping.
"I...is it over?"
>Anon nods, still looking half-dead.
>You notice in the corner, YOUR backpack!
>When did that get there?
>You stand up, and start to walk when you realize you should check Anon.
>You kneel next to him, praying for the best.
"Anon, can you talk?"
>"F..."
"What?"
>"Fuh...『Feel Good Inc...』"
>A rather ordinary gorilla comes out, and embraces Anon.
>It feels like a wind blows around the two of them, and Anon relaxes in the grip of the gorilla.
>The wind dies down, and the gorilla blows away with it.
>"Is it over now?"
"Yeah, it is."
>Anon seems incredibly relieved now, more than when he came in.
>Feel Good, huh?
"...Hey, I stole your backpack from the doctors."
>He turns around and grabs it in a casual manner, handing it to you.
"Thanks, Anon!"
>"Yep. Your clothes are in there, and that's all I know. I didn't want to mess with them, felt it would be weird."
"Thanks for not looking, I gotta change."
>"Alright. I'll watch for the escorts."
"Wait, escorts?"
>"Didn't they tell you? They were gonna take you to Canterlot Asylum."
>...Jesus christ.
>Well, maybe they did. Those pills messed with you. Probably would've made you crazy.
>Wait.
"Anon, so all of this was."
>"Real."
"I'm not crazy?"
>"No, you're fine. You always have been."
"I'm not crazy, Anon! I'M NOT CRAZY!"
>You think you're about to cry from happiness.
>Anon smiles in a not-condescending manner.
"I'M NOT CRAZY!"
>"Right, you should change."
>Well, even when he's, dare you say it, euphoric from Stand power, he's not that patient.
"Oh. Yeeeeeah."
>"I'll watch for guards."
>He turns to the door and peeks.

>You switch out of that disgusting hospital gown at last.
>It feels...liberating, to be out of it.
>You didn't have a growth spurt, thankfully, so your clothes still fit.
>...You really hope you're not fully grown.
>Please please please please PLEASE let there be a few more inches left.

>Be Anon.
>You're finally getting off that high from Feel Good Inc.
>Thank god. The mental damage was horrid, but you always feel off guard like that, even if you're alone.
>You hear commotion, and those burly guys show up, coming YOUR way!
"Shit! Sour, we have maybe TWO minutes!"
>"Seriously? They're fast!"
"Yeah, tell me about it. Have you figured out your Stand's name?"
>"Huh?"
"Your Stand's name. What is it?"
>"...I haven't really figured it out."
>"Reee..."
"Round 2, motherfucker?"
>"It should not be frightened! I am simply here to say, any name is fine!"
>"...Okay."
>"Ree hee hee..."
>As soon as it came, it was gone.
"Creepy little goblin-like fuck."
>"Isn't that thing me?"
"Yep, sorry for your loss."
>She sighs, and the backpack zips.
>She comes around the corner, and she somehow got the hair buns back, or whatever.
"Well, we're going out swinging. Be ready."
>"Wait, what? Won't we get hunted down by police?!"
"Asylum's waiting."
>"...Damn."
"Well, come up with a name fast. It helps."

[WARNING: This next part is when after I shot my load in terms of writing. Compare the above, which is like a pussy pounding compared to below, which is like me desperately slapping away at your cunt because I forgot to keep breathing and shot my load, and I'm fucking you as fast as I can before I go soft and make no ending. Sorry if you got hard from that description.]


>You open the door all the way, walking out casually.
>You use the hand of 『Monkey Business』 to signal Sour to stop.
>The burly guards don't stop coming.
"Hey, folks. You can go home."
>They don't even reply.
"I change my mind. You will go home."
>"You take him, Barry."
>"I did last time, Leon!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3kdyR2deJM [Embed] I'd prefer the animation for Part 2's ending, more accurate to my vision of the credits to CIA's Bizzare Adventure Part II: Welcome To The Jungle.

"I'll choose for you."
>You give Sour a thumbs up and gesture to follow as you walk forward.
>"Wanna bet how long it takes for him to go down?"
"Three years until I get knocked out. Fifty bucks."
>"We ain't talking to you, kid."
"I'm talking to you two."
>They notice Sour, while you realize how long this hallway is.
>"Huh, she looks better.'
>"Probably wanted to help us out."
"Nah."
>"Anon, I got a name."
>You ignore her as you stop, standing your ground, thumbs in your belt loop in some sort of stance.
"I just want to smash your faces in."
>As soon as they open their mouths-
"『GORILLAZ!』 『Clint Eastwood!』"
>The cowboy monkey appears, guns drawn.
>"『BASKET CASE!』"
>"REEEEEEEEEEE!"
>Well, she got it down fast.
>You smugly smile to yourself.

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