[Everything you are about to read here is a complete retelling of what happened those fateful two days in the early 1950's when agents of Hell themselves attempted to overtake the American Mafia. Most of this will become redacted in the future, and you may never here about it after today.]

"Should we let this article go through?"

"Sure, not like anyone will ever believe the ravings of this lunatic anyways. He says they came from Hell, what kind of moron would believe that hundreds of these things sprouted up and refused to die?"

"You're right, "Roguette". What kind of stupid name is that? There's no way these exist."

While the two men discuss whether or not they should allow this to be released or suppress it from the public entirely, they completely miss the lights flickering directly above their own heads; it is astounding what people will miss when they're not really paying attention, and not reflecting on the moment would prove quite deadly for the two of them.

Crrrrrrrrreak.

"What was that? Did Edward come in? Hey Eddie, we're back here reading these stories. You gotta see this dumb one about the Moon, you won't believe what they're trying to say its made out of this time. Eddie?"

The second the figure entered through the door they both knew that it was too late, their guns still holstered before the large hulking man could end their lives. Rogue was back, and he needed to destroy this story: But being the large lumbering loser that he is, their pudgy fingers only exacerbated things, and the articles began to fly everywhere due to them knocking into the desks, mixing all of the notes and papers together before they could be disposed of. Soon, the entire world would know what happened and the typewriter ink mixing with the blood proved only to make it more enticing to the people as all of the pamphlets flew into the air and out the open windows of what was supposed to be a very high-security place, now nothing more than the new home of seventeen dead agents, all disposed of by one creature...

The Living Rogue

It was an early Friday afternoon in Las Vegas when the Sassiest Peach was cleaning one of his Elk statues in the brand new Elk's Milkery, which had recently opened and everyone should check it out. Before he could open it for its inaugural day, however, there was a strange sound outside, the type that made you drop everything that you were doing to go see what was happening. 

"Get back inside! They're here!"

"Who?"

"Rogue! Roguette!"

"Aren't they always here? Just go shoot them, they'll go away."

"It's different this time... I can't... I can't explain! Just g-"

Before he could finish speaking, the man collapsed in front of the peach eyes-- could it be true? Was this time not like the others? Having to think fast, they ran back inside and grabbed one of the Elk horns that was on the wall, and a small private door opened up a few feet away-- guns were lined on the wall in the room that the Peach ran inside of, they grabbed the biggest pistol out of the bunch and slowly moseyed their way outside... they were ready for war.

So too were many others, as the battle was already raging on by the time the little Sassy Peach arrived. Rogue and Roguette falling and re-animating almost constantly, their dead bodies refusing to rest, but why? Could they figure it out in time, or would the world be subject to their attacks forever? For now, though, all anyone was worrying about was how many times they could put these fuckers down. With Diabol1k leading the way with his massive amounts of trivia knowledge; the Peach needed to help too, but could they really contribute that much? He had only shot down Rogue once or twice within the first hour, but before they could fully start doubting their abilities, the calvary arrived. 

The littlest man you've ever seen, even smaller than Peach, who went by the name of elkmik jumped onto scene and began stealing away kills from everyone with a cruel grin on his face. First by shooting down Roguette and then bunkering down for a few moments before popping out again and dropping Rogue with a well-placed bullet. Could this be allowed?

"Don't stop firing! If they get past our defenses, there's no telling what they'll do to our cities!"

"I don't know if I can. I don't know if I am strong enough.", the second-guessing in the fruit's mind crept back inside, but soon it would be erased when suddenly a loud sound could be heard a few miles away from where the battle was taking place, the vibrations shaking the very core of the battlefield; it was a person that Peach did not yet know, but that they would get to know soon enough.

"YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKES"

It was Manolo, a right hand in New York. They would prove a vital role in the removal of the rogue attacks, but in this moment everything just seemed so bleak... The world may soon belong to Roguette herself, but the Mafia couldn't let that happened. They wouldn't let that happen, and learning just how much Rogue and Roguette respond to speaking would be the beginning of a major annoyance for everyone else around, but Peach would become one of the most prolific killers because of it.

Could he even be the best? We doubt it. But let's find out...

-PART 1 COMPLETE-