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Several years from now, Rusty and the Monarch are both dead in one last climactic battle. As the boys return to the Venture Compound for the funeral, painful feelings bubble up on all sides. Things go from bad to worse when the former henchman 21 decides to get revenge for the death of his erstwhile leader.
Set in the same continuity as my fic Raven Must Die, but the plots are unconnected. Note that this was written a while back, so some of the stuff in this story is now AU. Notably, the Venture Compound is still around, 21 hasn't been in the Monarch's service for a long time, and Dean doesn't know he's a clone.
Content warning: character death. Pretty dark.
Note: this was previously posted at Venture Industries. This version has an improved joke and I've fixed a couple of wonky sentences, but is essentially the same as the old one.
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Riding on the missile with a cowboy hat?
Oh, well the world is gonna end
So dance around the fire that we once believed in
Oh, wanna tear it down again, now
'Cause there's nothing left for us to bleed
Give it up, the sons of anarchy
So come around and have another round on me!
DANCE, F***ER, DANCE, LET THE MOTHERF***ER BURN!
-- The Offspring, "Slim Pickens Does the Right Thing and Rides the Bomb to Hell"
Creator of the Waving Universe
Crack!Fic, The Marge Simpson Way: "Just then, Sir Lancelot rode up on a white horse and saved Joan of Arc. They got married and lived in a spaceship. The end." - Tales from the Public Domain, "Hot Child In The City"
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Great stuff, thanks for writing it.
It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do bad things. - Jingo, Terry Pratchett