Panty, Stocking & Spike With Garterbelt

Spike was passed out drunk on his couch in his apartment. He had a long, tiring, annoying day at work, so the first thing he did when he got home was drink a pint of Jack, rent some porn on demand, and light up a jay. This was a normal day for him, but this time, things are different.

Spike snored as his joint, still lit, dropped onto the floor, lighting the alcohol he'd spilled. Within a matter of moments, the whole place was on fire.

10 Minutes Later...

The fire department had put out the fire and were inspecting the damage and told the landlord, "Looks like the fire started from a drunk with a cigarette. He's in a better place... I mean, anywhere other than this is better."

And just like that, Spike was dead and has moved on to Heaven. The End.

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Psyche! Did you really think it'd be that simple? Hell no! I don't work that way, and you're an idiot for thinking I do.

Spike woke up to a guy nudging him with his boot. Still a bit drunk, he stood up and looked around, seeing clouds and a large golden gate and asked, "Wait, am I dead?"

The man who stood in front of him as he got up said, "Unfortunately, yes. You died in a fire."

"Well, at least I can know eternal peace and rest my weary soul."

After clearing his throat, the man said, "Yes, about that... the circumstances of your death require more than... Look, I'll cut to the chase. God will forgive you and allow you to enter Heaven for 1,000 Heaven Coins."

"What!? I have to buy my way into Heaven!? How the fuck does that work!?"

"Sorry buddy, I don't make the rules, I just beat up people who don't follow them. And just a warning, if you try to force your way past me, the boss will double the entry fee."

Spike grumbled, "I demand to speak to your manager!"

The angel's eyes widened and said, "Trust me buddy, you don't want to mess with the manager. He's-" before feeling a chill down his spine.

Suddenly, a man with a mask came up to them and said, "Is there a problem Michael?"

The angel, known as Michael, gulped as he turned to see his boss and said, "N-No sir, just a dispute about Heaven's entry fee. This guy's just asking questions about the rules."

The masked man looked to Spike and pulled out a small book and asked, "Spike Drake, eh? You lived a pretty shit life, lots of pot, even more alcohol, both of which were responsible for your death... Yeah, I can't forgive you for nothing. Sorry pal, if I bend the rules for you, it shows preferential treatment, and that never ends well. Last time I showed preferential treatment, it ended up causing the Spanish Inquisition. Not one of my best moments."

Spike sighed, "Fine, fine. So how do I go about getting these Heaven Coins?"

"Well, there's two ways, both of them involve living in a place called Daten City, it's what most religions call limbo. Option one, get a damn job. Option two, kill demons."

Spike nodded, "I guess I'll be going to this Daten City place. I was never good at most jobs, so maybe being a demon hunter will be interesting."

"Oh, and by the way, take this." before handing Spike an envelope, "Give this to the Anarchy Sisters. Those bitches owe me three centuries of back rent. You'll know them when you see them, they're also a team of demon hunters. Oh, and if you meet Reverend Garterbelt, tell him there's no shota in this project."

Spike was a bit confused, but nodded, "Yeah, sure thing. Now which way to Daten City?"

Michael pulled down on a rope, and Spike fell through the clouds, when I asked him, "You do realize there's a set of stairs, right?"

Michael nodded, "Yes sir, I know, I just enjoy screwing with people. Besides, it's what you wanted me to do."

"Fair enough. Well, back to work." I said before leaving and heading back to my office.

As Spike fell from Heaven, he yelled, "I'm gonna kick your ass when I get those Heaven Coins!" before hitting the ground, or rather crashing into a motorcycle with two girls on it.

As the crash happened, one girl, wearing a red dress with blonde hair yelled at him, "What the fuck!? Did you think that just because we're dead, we can't feel pain!?"

The second girl, with blue and dark pink hair sighed, "Relax Panty, he's here for the same reason as us. Remember that letter Chuck spit up?"

The blonde girl grumbled, "Since when do I read the mail?"

Spike stood up and asked, "Are you the Anarchy Sisters? I was asked to deliver this to you if I met up with you."

Panty snatched the envelope from Spike's hands and as she read the papers inside, she ripped them up. "That asshole writer still thinks we owe him back rent after he kicked us out of Heaven!?"

The other girl sighed, "Sorry about her, she's got a personal beef with the writer. I'm Stocking, this is my older twin sister Panty. To answer your question, yes, we're the Anarchy Sisters. We were actually on our way to meet you. Why didn't you just take the stairs?"

Spike's eyes widened, "There were stairs!? Some angel named Michael pulled a rope and I fell down here!"

Panty chuckled, "Classic Michael, he really knows how to be a dick. Too bad his is so small, he's actually pretty handsome, but not where it counts."

Spike rolled his eyes, "TMI doll, TMI."

"Did you just call me doll? Are you asking for a beatdown?"

"I don't fight girls. Besides, I'd hate to singe such beautiful blonde hair."

Panty rolled her eyes, "Like you could even try." before noticing Spike's body features, cute face, vicious indifference, strong build, all in all, the things she loved, "Well, I guess I don't mind having you around, you are pretty hot."

"Whatever. Is there a bar around here? I can't kill demons without a weapon, and my flame breath doesn't work right without enough alcohol in my thermo-respiratory glands to act as fuel."

As Stocking was getting her sister's motorcycle off the ground, she looked at Spike and asked, "Wait, that asshole sent you here with no weapon? Ugh, just another problem to deal with. The closest bar is an hour away, we've got stuff for you to chug down back at the house, and Garterbelt can get you a good weapon."

Spike nodded, "Fine, I might as well give him the message those assholes upstairs told me to. I can fly fast enough to keep up. Lead the way."

And so, Spike has died, and after being denied entry into Heaven because of his past mistakes in life, he is forced to work a part-time job as a demon hunter. Luckily, he's made acquaintance with the famed Anarchy Sisters, fallen angels that got kicked out of Heaven for bad behavior, and are also looking for Heaven Coins. Little does Spike know that they've been here for three hundred years with little to no intention of trying to head back home. Will Spike fare the same way?

Only Time Will Tell...