Dingdong smiles, waving his hand while he had several Splooge addicts arrested by the cops, only for the public to yell insults at him, seeing that there are signs against his very own regime,

  “LIAR!!!”

  “MURDERER!!!”

  “I VOTED FOR YOU, TRAITOR!!!”

  “SINOSTAN’S LACKEY!!!”

  “Why are they all angry?” asked Dingdong.

  “Sir, you might wanna see this…” said Undying, who was beside him.

  Dingdong’s eyes widen, seeing that the livestream was held in the entire country and had been even sponsored by the main news channel, Abakada News.

  “FUCK!!!” yelled Dingdong. “I want their channel down, NOW!!!”

  “Sir, you already did that years ago last term. They’re just a MyTube news channel now.”

  “BAN IT FROM MY COUNTRY!!!”

  “They’d make another channel, sir. This is MyTube we’re talking about…”

  “THEN MAKE a channel debunking what they’ve seen! Tell them it’s AI or whatever! And whoever this ASWANG IS MIGHT PROBABLY BE THE MOST VILE INTELLIGENT MAN IN THIS COUNTRY!!!” boomed Dingdong, as his skin slowly turned greenish.

  “Sure thing, sir,” said Undying…

  Meanwhile…

  Miguel tosses an M and M up in the air and fails to take a bite from it, and it rolls of his lip. He tries to catch it with his tongue but it lands on the floor.

  Anna sighs. “You know, you can always catch it with your prehensile forked Aswang tongue, right?”

  Miguel groans. “Yeah. I wanna train my human tongue, though. Makes my normal former stronger…”

  “Define normal…” Anna rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

  Miguel smiles and pats his abs over and over. “Pikapoo… Pikachu. Dude, wanna watch Detective Pikachu?”

  “Dude, we already watched that,” said Anna.

  “Peacemake Season 2? Deadpool and Wolvrine!?”

  “Didn’t the Vice-Addicted Critique say it sucked?” asked Anna.

  “Dude, majority of MyTube critics are just conservatives fat sister fucking losers or toxic masculine insecure closeted pedophiles who think the world revolves around them,” smiled Miguel. “Or Neo Nazis.”

  “That’s crazy! Just because they’re Trumpet stans doesn’t make them-... Holy shit, THEY’RE ALL Doughnut Trumpet stans.”

  “YEAH!!! I KNOW!!! And Trumpet SUPPORTS Neo Canaan!” smiled Miguel, and while they’re talking in the apartment room, they’re being watched by Undying. “Besides, just because Neo Canaan is the chosen country, doesn’t make it have the right to conquer Philistinians.”

  “So… Is America bad?”

  “No, but the government’s cooked.”

  “Psh!” smiled Anna, shaking her head. “Why do you know so much about politics?”

  “Nah. I hate politics. I just beat up guys who do bad things. But I find it funny that these critics, so-called, are just media savvy extremists at this point. Slash PDF Files.”

  “Why the Neo Canaan conflict all of the suddent?”

  “I don’t like it when bad guys kill people!”

  “So, you’re anti-chosen?”

  “Not really. More anti-genocide.”

  “THEY’RE DOING GENOCIDE?!?!”

  “Duh! That’s why the world is so cooked. I’m just glad we have a Beatle Saint King to keep us in check…”

  “Didn’t he enter an international incident after stopping the war single-handedly?”

  “Yeah. He’s awesome. Ooh! We should watch the Batman 2022!” he smiled. “Or NO WAY HOME!!!”

  “God. Realizing that politics is infecting everything.”

  “I’d like my glass of fine Spider-Man to be WITHOUT politics, thank you very much!”

  Undying takes a call. “Yes?”

  “You triangulated the source yet?”

  “I can’t find the Aswang… All I see are… two… children downplaying how important politics is.”

  “Foolish children! Not understanding the vitality of power in this world!”

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  “So, basically, we’re an aristocracy, because of all the political dynasties…” smiled Miguel, as Anna nodded.

  “What are they talking about now?” asked Dingdong

  “Aristocracy. They’re saying our country’s one.”

  “What? WHAT kind of WORD even is that?” asked Narciso. “‘Aristocracy?’ WHAT DOES THAT MEAN!?!? Is that a code for terrorism? Should we red tag them?”

  “Checked google. It says, ‘the highest class in certain societies, especially those holding hereditary titles or offices.’”

  “Psh! Do these kids not know we’re a democracy! Surely, they are foolish! Political dynasties help me finish my father’s work! Thanks to democracy!”

  “Sir.”

  “What?”

  “I’m beginning to think you have no idea what democracy… is…”

  “OF COURSE, I DO!!! PRO DEMOCRAT!!!”

  “Sir, Mr. Trumpet, the one you’ve allied with, is a Republican.”

  “What!? Can you change that for me?”

  “N-... No… We have no power to change America.”

  “Please?“

  “Sir… I’m beginning to also think you need therapy to treat your… megalomanic tendencies.”

  “What is that? ANOTHER TERRORIST WORD!?!?”

  Undying facepalms. “Sir, can we attack them now?“

  “NOT UNTIL WE SEE WHERE THE ASWANG COMES FROM!!!” boomed the President.

  “Sir… I’m beginning to think the kid on the left IS the Aswang.”

  “Are you telling me that two children… TWO FUCKING CHILDREN… Ahead of themselves… took down MY ENTIRE administration, public trust, and GLORIOUS empire!?”

  Undying’s eyes dart left to right. “Will you be mad if I said, ‘yes’?”

  “BULLSHIT!!! Take off! I will NOT even acknowledge that question!” he boomed. “GET HOME!!! NOTHING TO SEE HERE!!!”

  Undying sighs. “Sir, I really think those two kids are-...”

  “GO HOME… NOW, TYRONE!!!”

  Undying facepalms. “Sure thing, Uncle.” He leaves the area…

  Anna smiles. “Why do you want to be a Superhero?”

  “I… grew up watching so many Superheroes on TV and on DVD… I realized that they stayed good because they helped and looked out for the little guy. I especially liked Batman, Spidey, Supes, because they made me feel like the raised and protected me. My parents are also heroes… in a way… I was raised by them. They were brutal, mean, but loved me very much… They left because there’s this… cosmic war I don’t know about… So I put on a suit and wanted to be like them and the heroes I watched. Because if other people suffer just like me out there, then they deserve someone like them to tell them that everything’s gonna be okay…”

  Anna smiles, teary-eyed, and hugs him.

  “You’re my best friend, Anna… I love you. I think you’re all I’ve got just now… My only family…”

  She blushed and smiled, hugging tighter.

  Undying smiles, standing on the roof, listening intently through his bluetooth headset. “Now do you believe?”

  “NO!!!” yelled the President. “Just… bring them in for questioning.”

  Undying smiles.

  THUD.

  Miguel falls to his knees and bleeds all over, with Anna’s apartment absolutely wrecked.

  Undying points and elongates the icicle, pointing it to her throat.

  Miguel sighs. “Just… arrest me already… Please… Just don’t hurt my friend.”

  “I’m taking you both in for questioning.”

  LATER…

  “Shall we reveal his face to the world?” smiled Undying, as he dropped Miguel and Anna before his uncle, Dingdong.

  “No… Are you shitting me? His existence is AN EMBARRASSMENT to my administration. I want him gone, quietly,” said Dingdong.

  Undying lifts Miguel up, revealing he is tied and strapped to all limbs.

  Dingdong smiles. “Make her watch…”

  Undying smiles and begins beating Miguel over and over.

  Anna yells out. “STOP THIS!!! NOOO!!!”

  Dingdong smiles, pacing around them. He composes himself, fixing and tucking his suit and walked past various armed men. “Tell me, Mister Azral.” He sniffs more Splooge. “What makes you think your boss can destroy everything I am. WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!?!? What billionaire or, or, or company DO YOU WORK FOR!?!?”

  Miguel, avoiding eye contact and shrugging, just shakes his head.

  Undying stabs the vein just above his eye socket, as Miguel screams in horror.

  “WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!?!?”

  Miguel just kept screaming in so much pain.

  Dingdong holds up his fist, and Undying pulls out the screwdriver from his eye socket.

  Miguel shivers in pain. “I don’t… I don’t know…”

  Ants can be seen eating from the corpses below them. Miguel feels like puking because of the smell alone, not to mention the sight of their bodies.

  “TALK!!!” Dingdong hammered his fist into Miguel’s face, creating a shockwave that easily mangles his face. Miguel regenerates, however.

  Dingdong smiles and grabs some spices, pouring it into his open wound as Miguel begins to gain an allergic reaction.

  Miguel’s skin began to burn upon contact and steam left his blood.

  “STOP IT!!!” yelled Anna.

  “You like that, huh?” smiled Dingdong. “When I learned you really are an Aswang, I just used PUBLIC FUCKING KNOWLEDGE against you!”

  “You’re a narcissistic sociopath,” whispered Miguel, as Narciso punches him in the face.

  “Stop being a terrorist,” said Narciso. “If you’re against me, you’re a fucking terrorist. Law says that any form of social and public disturbance is terrorism! AND YOU DID PLENTY, STOPPING MY OWN MEN FROM THEIR SPLOOGE BUSTS!!!”

  “You work with warlords and crime mobs bosses to have the Splooge all for yourselves…” Miguel wheezed.

  “Yeah! Because we can actually trust ourselves with it!”

  “Then you kill the addicts on the street and condition them to becoming psychos that the public dissents against…”

  “How IN THE WORLD did I do that?”

  “Your friends sold them the Splooge they became addicted to… I’m not fucking stupid. I watched it all first hand…” he wheezed. “Your little Splooge War is just a ploy…”

  “I created order in the Philippines.”

  “Yeah? I walked in the streets of Manila. Teenage pregnancies. Pedophilia. Rape. Murder. FUCKING corruption. And I am the thin line that kept the people have… hope… Take that away from them, and they will retaliate. They WILL hate you. This is just Boyboy Fernandez all over again… but this time, you’ll have SHIT for it. It’s a cycle, but out there, people like me will rise to the occasion and beat your sorry ass down… I was raised Catholic… And I believe you can change, too.”

  Dingdong pauses, sighs, and beats Miguel’s face again, turning greener and gaining Elven-like ears. “SHUT… UP!!!”

  Miguel’s mangled face and Anna’s whimpers and cries just made the room fall silent.

  Dingdong smiles. “Ever realize what happens to a Neurotypical in contact WITH TOO MUCH SPLOOGE!?!?” He turns and splashes Splooge all over Anna and tosses her body to the ants.

  “NOOOOOO!!!” boomed Miguel, turning to her, as she was bitten by the ants all over. “AAAAAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

  Dingdong turned around. He and his guards left the room, stomping away. “I will establish a peaceful Philippines. And you won’t be there…” The metal doors are slammed shut.