But they both stopped when they heard a shout from behind them.
"W-what the FUCK dude!!! H-how can we just fucking trust her?! What the hell just fucking happ-" Jack began to scream, pointing at the bloody spot where the Führer used to be. Jimmithey turned, walking closer to Jack.
"JACK! We have to go man. If we stay here and just freak out, we'll just die! More enemies are coming!" Jimmithey yelled, grabbing Jack's shoulder.
But despite that, Jack pushed Jimmithey back and, of course, began to freak out.
"Dude, our, like, shit… Our whole motherfucking SCHOOL just FUCKING blew up! For all we know, everyone is like, FUCKING DEAD! I don't know what the fucking hell is happening, or why they want YOU, but I don't know if I can stick around MAN! This is too insane for me! I just wanna go home! Shit! I-"
"Fuck up. We're going." Milly said before she grabbed Jack's chubby body and dragged him away.
She threw him into the nearby car, closing the door after.. Jack landed on the side, noticing something squishy under his body.
"Ouch... W-what the fuck?! SHIT!" Jack screamed as he saw that he was lying on the bag where the Furry Führer's body was. His blood soaked onto his shirt, causing him to nearly puke.
Milly got in the front seat, turning on the car with her keys.
Jimmithey sat on the seat next to her, looking back at Jack.
"Oh damn… Was that necessary, Ms. Milly?" Jimmithey asked as he saw Jack slowly put on his seatbelt, with the Führer's blood on his clothing.
She began driving out of the rubble, reaching a nearby street.
"Look around, both of you. This isn't a joke. This is war. More of these ships are flying around the city, looking for Jimmithey. There's an entire fleet out there of thousands of them, waiting to come if they don't find you."
"Evacuations have just started, and more people will die. Unless.. Unless we work together and keep you safe." Milly responded, rolling the car windows down.
They looked outside, seeing cars and rubble lined up across the streets.
In the sky, two more massive dildo ships flew around, beaming down purple lights around the building, scanning in search.
Milly sped up, reaching the main highway and leaving the city behind. This took them around thirty or so minutes of speeding, which they mostly spent in silence.
After all, Jimmithey and Jack had to process everything, thinking of questions to ask.
The roads were empty in the direction they were going in, as that was where the Dildos had come from.
"So we're just going to leave those ships and let them cause more destruction?!" Jimmithey asked as he saw the cityscape become smaller, breaking the silence.
"They'll return to the main ship after a bit. It seems they've been sent to look for you only. This isn't their main attack." Milly responded vaguely.
"Miss Milly, can you please explain all of this? Why the hell do they want me and my Schizo powers? How do they even know about my powers? Who are they?!" Jimmithey asked as the car began going off road, reaching a dirt path.
"Okay, I'll tell you two a little bit now."
"First of all… The King Cuck is back. Even though I killed him almost half a year ago, he's back. And he is back stronger, with more resources and soldiers under him."
"His goals are the same… He wants to transform this world into a World of Cucks." Milly began, as the car reached deeper into the forest highway.
"If you haven't heard, there has been an increase in kidnappings across the nation as of recently. These are all cucks, men who enjoy their wives getting fucked in front of them. Instead of keeping their fetish behind closed doors, they have changed."
"They haven't been kidnapped. They disappeared, all enlisted under King Cuck's army, swayed by his influence. And he's done this in the five months since the incident where we first met." She said, pulling out her phone.
It showed the statistics of increased kidnappings of adult men.
"This d-doesn't seem real…" Jack mumbled as he stared at the phone screen.
"That's not all. He also has Generals, commanders who work within his army. They are Degenerates who have sworn allegiance to the King Cuck. The Furry Führer back there is one of them."
"T-the fuck do you mean… D-d-degenerate…? Why d-did you say it l-like that…?" Jack asked, noticing her heavy tone when she said that word.
"Degenerates… They're people with certain fetishes that have consumed them, controlling their every waking thought."
"This manifests in an energy that gives them abilities. These abilities are strengthened by their perverted and strange desires… The King Cuck is one, his cuck soldiers are partially degenerates, and his generals are full blown degenerates, dangerous ones at that..."
"I see… But still… That doesn't explain what I have to do with this shit." Jimmithey commented, looking back at the bloody bag that was now the Führer.
"Jimmithey, for the past few months I have been studying all of this nonsense. About Cucks, about magical girls and their regenerative powers… And mostly, about your Conceptual Cognitive Augmentation Energy. And I've learned that it's the most powerful energy in this world!"
"Far more powerful than nuclear or solar or any degenerative or regenerative energy! It's too strong, Jimmithey! Too strong!" Milly responded as she drove off the highway and onto a dirt road.
"What…? 'Conceptual Cognitive Augmentation Energy?' Do you mean my schizo abilities?" Jimmithey asked, turning to look at her.
To Jimmithey, it sounded like a bunch of confusing jargon.
To Milly on the other hand, the name he gave for his powers sounded strange. Schizo…?
"It's the technical name for it, provided by researchers. I guess um… Schizo powers is the colloquial name for it. I'll refer to it as that to simplify this explanation." Milly answered, continuing to drive forward.
Jack chuckled hearing her say "Schizo."
But his joy quickly faded when he saw the Führer bag slightly squirm, bringing him back to their hellish reality.
"Your Schizo powers allow you to bring what's not real, your imagination, into reality. With this, King Cuck's dream of a world of Cucks could really become a reality. That's why they want your energy. And they're going to suck all of it out of you until you die."
"What the fuck… I'm just a normal guy…! I have nothing to do with all of this crazy nonsense! E-even with my powers, I just live a normal ass life! Why does all of this happen to me?!" Jimmithey muttered as he sat back on his seat, looking at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry Jimmithey, but… You're not normal… Get that out of your fucking head, or you'll just sit and pity yourself all day. None of us are normal… We're all freaks." Milly responded, staring into Jimmithey's eyes with a furious look.
Jimmithey turned away from her, rejecting what she said.
He couldn't accept it. He refused to think that he was anything like Myusel or the King Cuck.
He was normal, a good normal person just like everyone else. With or without his weird schizo powers, he was still a normal guy.