(Preshow) Preshow Facility

[Kuzuru]

Man, this was an absolute dream come true for Kuzuru. The stars had aligned and the demon, after many missed deadlines, was finally a contestant in the Abyss. Kuzuru couldn’t stop grinning. Goosebumps covered his off-red skin and his brain bubbled with a cocktail of endorphins. Anticipation was in the air and the demon could smell it with every breath. Oh how it took every scrap of willpower in his body to not try and start a pre-emptive brawl. He ground his teeth and tapped his fingers, anything to work out his anxious frustration. Fortunately he brought some enough omnillium to buy some souvenirs and a couple T-shirts.

“Skeletor, huh?” Kuzuru muttered as he read the announcement board.

Despite what being the leader of a mercenary group might imply, the demon was not one to play nicely with others. His tenure with Nebula was cut short by them betraying him, but that was just because they were quicker to the proverbial draw. Blood is blood and blood of the strong was the most desirable of all. For his sake, the demon finally decided, he better be a weakling.

“Probably is a weakling,” Kuzuru chuckled as he started walking towards the dojo, “what kinda nerd would choose the name Skeletor?”

He paused. There he -it- was. Without a doubt in his mind Kuzuru had found his partner. Who else but a blue-skinned man with a freakin’ floating skull for a domepiece would name themselves Skeletor? Taking a few steps closer to the peeping Tom Kuzuru took stock of his ally.

“Jesus tittyfucking Christ, what happened to your face!?” Kuzuru exclaimed.

The sorcerer jumped slightly and turned to face the interloper.

“Seriously, you’re literally a floating skull attached to a cadaver,” Kuzuru said, “that’s seriously metal dude, I’d ask you to hook me up, but then I’d be ruining these wicked good looks.”

The demon extended a hand and finished with, “name’s Kuzuru, you ready to ruin some days?”