Author's Notes:

More swearing than I necessarily like writing in this chapter, but it’s due to the fact Cleo swears a lot and another character from a fictional universe swears a lot too. Tried to keep them in character

“So the fucking asshole can’t fix the damn car!” Cleo shouted into her phone to Bulk. Before her bouncer/chauffeur could respond, she started again. “Fine! I’ll get to the club on my own!”

She shut off her phone and dropped it into her inventory with her packages. She had walked to this part of town to pick up her favorite liquor but was looking forward to relaxing in the back of her limo. Bulk might’ve even been able to pick up some of her favorite lays on the way.

Before she started on her way, a voice called from a nearby alley.

“Well look at what we got here,” a sleazy voice seemed to speak. “Hey sexy! How about you come with us.”

Cleo paid no attention to the voice as she began walking. The voice spluttered and she heard footsteps as the person stepped out from the alley.

“Hey fro bitch!” The asshole (at least that’s what Cleo was going to call him. “I was talking to you slut!”

“Jan...” a more elegant voice started before the asshole started talking again.

“Can it Luke! She’s one of the bitches we’ve been looking for.” She heard a sigh followed by quick footsteps and suddenly there was a man with long blonde hair and glasses in a white suit in front of her. There must be a new fashion trend trying to take off because this guy had painted a glowing hand on his face.

“My apologies miss. As they say you can pick your friends but you can’t pick your family.” Cleo just glared at the man.

“And there he goes with that fucking silver tongue of his,” the asshole known as Jan said. Cleo shot her glare over her shoulder and took in the man behind her. He was slightly darker skinned than his brother and had brown hair under a knit cap with an eye on it. His black tracksuit was dirty and he had piercings in his nose, ear, lip, and even right under his eye. He also had a handprint on his face. She took in the brothers titles and rolled her eyes.

“Look I’m busy dipshits. I need to get going.”

“I’m sorry we are interrupting,” Luke said. “But we need you to come with us. We can offer you compensation as well.” He shot a glare over his shoulder to silence his brother.

Now, that may not have sounded bad, but Cleo was used to dealing with pervs at the club. Heck, the clerk, stock boy, and even the damn manager at the liquor store had been eying her up and a simple Observe told her exactly what they wanted to do. So with the thoughts of those perverts in her mind, she took a different meaning to “come with us” and “compensation”. A growl escaped her throat.

“Assholes like you are why I hate this town!” Lightning fast she delivered a roundhouse kick to Luke’s face. He flew into a wall just as Cleo took the three of them into an ID. “Do I look like a hooker to you!”

Jan growled as he pulled two machine guns from somewhere.

“That’s my brother you fucking cock whore!” He began firing his guns. Cleo spun as her armor started appearing on her left arm. She blocked the bullets as she charged Jan and sucker punched him in the gut.

“Gah! Bitch!” Jan said as he tried to catch his breath. Cleo was about to follow the hit up when a sharp pain hit her other arm. She spun away as Luke held his blade ready, staring at the unscathed arm.

“You truly do have the Gamer powers,” he said. Luke dashed to try and get behind her but when he went to stab her back, another plate of armor deflected it. She spun and broke the blonde man’s nose with her gauntlet. As she delivered a kick straight to Luke’s groin, she felt a hand grab her afro and pull her back.

“Nice try!” Jan said as he threw Cleo into a street lamp. “People talk slut! You called one too many people by name before they said it. How else do you think we tracked your fat ass down.”

He was about to take aim at her when the aura around her grew heavy. More armor appeared and her eyes shot open.

“Don’t!” she started and throat punched him. “Touch!” A kick to the groin. “My!” She grabbed his head and slammed an armor covered forehead into his nose. “Hair!” She punched him in the jaw and heard the satisfying crack. She allowed herself a smirk. “And everyone I’ve been with loves my ass.”

Luke stumbled to his feet as he saw his brother on the ground. He was about to run to his aid when Cleo formed a boot on her foot and kicked Jan’s head, ripping it clean from his body.

“You…! What the Fuck!” Cleo turned to him.

“If you won’t stay down…” Her eyes glowed red as purple energy surrounded her hair. “And since you won’t be able to ask after words, this is a Jojo reference.”

Before Luke could even respond to that, she charged him and a flurry of punches accompanied by the iconic “ORA ORA ORA ORA!” yelling slammed into him.

When she eventually stopped, Cleo looked at the bloody body in front of her, its face flattened and every bone broken. She took a deep breath as the anger left her and the armor vanished.

Present in the Club

“After looking into it,” Cleo said as she downed a drink. “I discovered those with our ability have been getting taken. When I saw her-” points to Chara “Flirting with a different person than a few days ago who is also a Gamer…”

“You jumped to conclusions and thought I was the one after Gamers,” Chara finished, thankful that the paralytic was out of her system. The group was gathered in the back room and had just finished listening to the club owner’s story.

“Yeah...my bad,” she said. Asriel growled a bit but Chara sent him a look to stay quiet. Micro glared at her but stayed silent. “Those two...Jan and Luke Valentine from the Hellsing Universe we’re working for someone.”

“Well, we’ve run into minions of the same person,” Chara said. “Eggman, Audrey II, and Kamoshida.”

“The fucker from Persona 5?” Cleo asked. “What I wouldn’t give to see that bastard roast.”

The group chuckled at that. It was satisfying taking him down.

“Well, now that you know the truth,” Micro said and walked up to Cleo. “How about we work together?”

Cleo looked at his extended hand for a second before shrugging.

“What the hell,” she said and shook it. Before he pulled away though, she pulled him close. “I owe you for that wedgie playboy.”

Micro winced at that.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it?” Cleo’s look answered that question.

“So,” Cleo said, leaning back and taking in the group. “Who’s banging who?”

The group, with exceptions of Chara, Scoots, and Shiro, blushed at that. Chara and Scoots pulled Silver and Micro into a group hug while Shiro wrapped his arm around Sweetie’s waist. Apple Bloom and Diamond shrugged.

“Our boyfriends aren’t here,” Diamond said. Cleo eyed Diamond who smirked. “Yes, I’m a Succubus in a serious relationship.”

“With a Dracokin and my sister,” Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. Diamond stuck her tongue out playfully. Cleo chuckled as she took in this weird and unique group. Speaking of…

“What about you?” Cleo asked Micro. At first he was confused so she continued. “What was with that female form. Planning on sneaking and peeping on girls locker rooms or something?”

“I-“

“You did take Rainbow’s panties from the locker room with that form,” Scoots said. Micro turned red as Cleo rolled her eyes.

“So you are just a pervert.”

Micro spent the next half an hour being teased like this.