My Little Twisted Sweet Tooth

I regained my senses rather quickly and found myself standing upright in the exact spot I left my world. Calypso was surprisingly sitting in the same spot I left him – to my left. I wasted no time in taking the horn that was still in my mouth out and jabbing it into that bitch’s throat. The confusion and shock was priceless! He tried to heal himself with his stolen power but, inside me, Minion denied him sanctuary by siphoning it back to myself.

I watched as his eyes quivered in newfound fear.

I simply said, “I’m taking what is rightfully mine. There is nothing you can do about it. Who knows? I might even revive your daughter to have a little fun.”

To this he sputtered, “Sww…ee..T..Too..t..h…Pl….e..a..”

“Shut up and bleed, you motherfucker!”

I twisted the horn, pulled it out, and proceeded to behead and gut him.

Never would I revive Calypso albeit now I had the ability. I was simply returning the favor he offered me.

Twisted Metal was now mine. It became my circus and I was its ringleader. Boys and Girls, there was much fun to be had! I just needed to take care of a few ‘loose ends.’ Marcus’s daughter came back to find Calypso dead and me standing over his disemboweled and headless body all the while watching and admiring my work. Of course, by now, she was not enslaved by the power of Calypso as that power was now mine. She probably headed this way to figure out why she didn't have that power anymore.

She couldn’t escape this time even if she wanted. Her presence immediately caught my attention and I turned my head so fast she looked like she jumped a little.

“What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Don’t worry little one – you’ll be one soon enough,” I said as I approached her.

It was strange. Inside I felt like Marcus was screaming. I don’t why because this wasn’t the first time I’ve done this.

Next was Marcus’s boy. Driving up to me with excitement and anticipation as to what happened; he never expected the knife as it slid into his stomach soft and smooth like butter.

“Why!?!,” he sobbed.

“You’re not my son and I don’t need you anymore. Besides, I want the whole set for my icebox!”

I pulled out the knife and beheaded him. That boy sure did struggle. Now, I had the whole set in my icebox. Again, it felt like Marcus was upset or something.

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This year Twisted Metal was going to be different. It was going to be the most exciting event to take place and everyone was going to attend whether they wanted to or not. I found out Calypso didn’t originally have the power to revive people. It was borrowed – given – by Mr. Grimm, the grim reaper, before Calypso enslaved him in later contests. The freak never did have any talents other than thievery and trickery. I could now use that ability for myself and that is what I intended to do.

I, Sweet Tooth, revived all contestants from every Twisted Metal contest except Calypso. He can go fuck himself in the afterlife for all I care. As for the contestants, they were separated into what contest they originally attended. They were then sent to different countries in cross-country combat until one remained the victor. Each remaining contestant from their own country would receive a wish. Many spoke up and did not want to participate because the years spent enslaved raised desire for a return to normalcy. I showed them the alternative choice by making an example out of Agent Stone. Boys and Girls, it is certainly a wonder what hot wax and salt can do!

Not a word was heard from then on.

Calypso, after the first few Tournaments, publicly displayed Twisted Metal less and less for fear of what harm would come to him from the local governments. People can only take so much before they take up arms. I started my contest in my own way without that fear. As each country was getting destroyed from the chaos of battle, each country’s respective military attempted to suppress the violence. They hoped to make it subside but it only intensified. As nukes fell, some contestants were killed which only filled the others with more hope of winning the contest. Of course, I didn't make it that easy as I revived killed contestants a certain amount of times per round for enough rounds to make the contest interesting. This lasted a month until only one rider remained in each country.

I had so much fun with the winners boys and girls! The best one was with Mr. Grimm. Not the grim reaper but the war veteran from the Black contest. He wanted to be reunited with his friend Benny. I laughed and gave him what he wanted. I put him right back in that same hole with his friend. This time though he didn’t eat his friend. Instead he kept apologizing until his dying breath starving for food and repentance. Too bad apologizes don’t grant life!

I was having so much fun! I could do anything I wanted like reviving Grasshopper just to kill her. Or revive Mr. Slam and Auger, force them to make a building, and push them off it. Boys and girls, it was paradise!

However, I kept that unicorn horn from long ago and, every time I looked at it, I wondered what became of my Queen. Was she victorious like me? Did she finally attain what was rightfully hers? These thoughts bothered me increasingly as the days carried time forward. I had to know! I could easily go back with the power I now had…You know what Boys and Girls? I have to go back! I need to know!

With a single thought I transported myself back to that absurdly colorful world.