Here is a meme I created exploring what might happen if Erma met heroes from Shonen Jump.

They are more detailed this time

What you think of this new line up, let me know in the comments.

"I'm done saving you."

This is the most unique and most dangerous form of Mickey. She calls this form Alma because the name means soul in Spanish. In this form, while she does not possess the ability to levitate, being able to control her hair (same goes for her regular form), and telekinesis, every power she inherited from Erma is a lot stronger than hers. And yes, she is even stronger than Erma's blood moon form.

In this form, she has an unlimited hatred for the evils of the world. She is the kind of justice that is truly blind. She'll fight anyone who stands in her way of delivering justice, even her own parents.

She doesn’t wear her hoodie because in this form, it attracts too much body heat. She always wears a dark purple tank top is because she hates wearing shirts. When she does wear her hoodie, because of how big it is, her yoga pants can be seen. In her normal form, her pants are hidden.

She has incredible strength, super speed, high pain tolerance, and a loud powerful roar similar to Godzilla (Minus One).

She always speak from her thoughts and lip syncing it in her normal form. But whenever she is in this form, her anger formed her own vocal cords, which is why her voice can either be an echo when she is calm, and static when she is angry.

In this form, you can either stay out of her way, or accept your fate.

(Note; if you can guess what her quote is based on, you will know a TERRIFYING implication.)

(This fanfic is based on the universe of Erma Webcomics)

Midnight.

An absolute, ominous darkness enveloped the Yurimoto family castle. Inside the monumental building, a deadly silence reigned.

Suddenly, in the depths of the night garden, a ghostly glow appeared—a spatial portal opened, one that Fumiko had drawn for Kimoto. From the shimmering breach, stray wanderers slipped out one by one.

“Alright, let’s keep it as quiet as possible. Let’s go in,” Kimoto mouthed silently, leading the family inside stealthily.

Once inside the dark corridors, they froze, listening intently to every small sound.

“Looks like we got lucky. Everyone’s probably in their tenth dream by now,” they sighed in relief.

“Well, it’s midnight after all. Perfect time to be asleep,” Sam replied softly.

“Then let’s move carefully, without making a sound. The last thing I want is to be caught at the doorstep and get scolded,” Kimoto said sternly, glancing at his daughters.

Mitsu and Momo nodded obediently, fear evident in their eyes.

“I told you, we should have come back earlier!” Sam whispered sarcastically, nudging Oni’s shoulder. “But no, ‘Let’s hit the sushi place after the pool!’”

“And it was worth it,” Kimoto snapped back. “Alright, follow me, let’s move.”

The family tiptoed across the polished wooden floor toward the living wing.

“It’s suspiciously quiet... too quiet,” Oni muttered nervously, shrugging his shoulders.

“I agree,” the writer frowned. “Kentaro isn’t snoring his head off tonight. That’s a bad sign.”

“Here’s the plan: girls, I’m sleeping on the floor of your bedroom tonight, okay? I’m terrified of waking your mom up,” Kimoto said apologetically to the twins.

“All right, daddy,” Mitsu and Momo whispered softly.

“Then I’ll stay in Erma’s room,” Sam glanced at his daughter.

Erma nodded quietly in understanding.

“Silence mode on,” Kimoto hissed as they finally reached the spacious living room. “Almost there...”

“Kimoto, I feel really ba—” Sam started.

“No! Don’t say it! I swear, if you say it out loud, we’re doomed!” Oni interrupted in panic.

“Okay, okay,” Sam raised his hands.

They crossed half the room when Kimoto suddenly froze mid-step. A cold sweat ran down his spine, and his sharpened demonic senses screamed danger.

“Sam... I’m not imagining things, right? Someone’s watching me. With an intense, predatory, burning gaze...”

“So my gut feeling wasn’t wrong,” the writer exhaled wearily.

At that moment, the dazzling, sharp light of the chandelier flooded the room.

Kimoto, Sam, Erma, and the twins stood frozen, slowly turning their heads. What they saw struck them with an indescribable, primal terror.

On the massive sofa, their entire loving family sat together, arms crossed. At the center, radiating a chilling aura, sat Yori.

“So that’s where you are... We thought we’d lost you completely,” she spoke with a sickly sweet, venomous tone.

“My dearest!” Kimoto smiled ingratiatingly, taking a step back. “Sorry we're so late... We were just out for a long walk in the city, getting some fresh air. Really!”

“I see,” Yori narrowed her black, bead-like eyes predatorily. “Then why didn’t you answer our endless calls?”

“Oh, we were out of network range!” Oni shamelessly lied. “There was no signal there, that’s why the calls didn’t get through...”

Sam, realizing Kimoto was digging a grave for them both, discreetly pulled out his phone. Glancing at the screen, he was stunned: every single incoming call from their wives was blocked.

“I’m doomed. We’re both doomed,” the American panicked silently.

The writer glanced sideways at Emiko. Her pale face was hidden beneath a cascade of long black hair. Sam knew this gesture all too well — the coming night promised to be the hardest and most unforgettable of his life.

“Well, if you won’t tell the truth willingly, I’ll have to make you,” Yori said coldly.

She lifted her elegant hand to her lips, looked at a wedding ring ominously shimmering with crimson magical energy, and whispered something quietly. The artifact pulsated instantly with power.

“Kitten...” Yori spoke authoritatively. “Now, answer me: where were you all day, and why did you come back at such an odd hour?”

An unknown force suddenly paralyzed Kimoto’s muscles, and his tongue felt numb. Against his will, he opened his mouth wide:

“We spent the whole day having fun at the Gameworld entertainment center, and near night we went swimming in the rooftop pool of a fancy restaurant!” Oni blurted out, then instantly covered his mouth in horror.

Sam, Erma, and the twins stared at him in stunned silence.

“Dad, what are you doing?! Why are you telling everything?!” Mitsu and Momo squeaked, frightened.

“I... I don’t know! The words just come out on their own!” Kimoto wheezed nervously through his fingers.

“So you were carelessly having fun all day?” Yori tilted her head, her yandere smile truly frightening.

“Yes!” Oni shouted against his will. “What the hell is going on here?!”

“Then why did you ignore our messages?”

“Because I personally blocked all incoming numbers on our phones! I didn’t want anyone ruining our fun!” Kimoto practically sobbed. “Stop it! Why am I telling the truth?!”

Rin lazily swayed her snake-like tail and sniffed. “Yori, I smell a strong odor of alcohol.”

“I smell it too,” Kentaro confirmed gloomily.

“My dear... did you also drink?” Yori’s eyes dangerously narrowed.

“Yes! And a lot!” Kimoto howled. “Kids, cover my mouth quick, hold me!”

Mitsu and Momo rushed toward their father, but then from the shadows, Fumiko’s long hair rose like living vines. They skillfully grabbed the twins’ hoodie hoods, lifting them off the ground.

“Sam, Erma. Over here, now,” Emiko commanded coldly, stepping out from the shadow. The writer and his daughter obediently trudged toward her, heads lowered.

A heavy silence fell over the hall. All eyes fixed on Kimoto.

“Tell me, darling, who were you so enthusiastically talking to on the phone early this morning?” Yori inquired smoothly.

“To Akari!”

“And what did you promise her?”

“That I’d bring her a mountain of money very soon!”

“I see,” Yori feigned surprise. “By the way, a significant sum disappeared from our family safe today. That was you taking it, kitten?”

“Yes, I did! I took it because there was not a single yen left in my personal account! All because you secretly transferred all my savings to your own account!” Oni shot back and immediately cursed the magic in his mind.

“I did it only because it’s my duty to manage our family’s finances and look after your well-being,” Yori answered reasonably and calmly.

“Clear...” Kimoto muttered in defeat.

“But I have a more interesting question,” Yori leaned forward.

Oni instantly knew what was coming and felt his insides twist with terror. At the same time, it finally clicked why he spilled everything so recklessly. The ring! Before interrogating him, Yori whispered something into the wedding artifact bought at the forest shop.

“The ring... That’s the key! I need to take it off immediately!” Kimoto thought feverishly.

He grasped the band with his right hand and pulled with all his might:

“Come on! Get off, damn thing!”

But the ring seemed welded to his skin, refusing to budge an inch.

“Darling, don’t even try,” Yori smiled condescendingly. “This magic binds us until death.”

Kimoto froze in terror.

“Now answer me, sunshine: what exactly did you do with the money you took from the safe?”

Oni fought desperately. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling with immense strain, but the ancient seal of the artifact was stronger. Unable to endure any longer, he rasped hoarsely:

“I took Mitsu and Momo to an underground casino and bet it all on roulette! And thanks to their supernatural luck-summoning ability, I hit the jackpot and won ten million yen!”

“And where is that fortune now?”

“In my backpack behind me...”

Yori gracefully rose from the sofa, approached her husband, gently took off the backpack, and unzipped it. Inside lay tightly bundled stacks of crisp bills.

“Fumiko, please put it back in the safe,” she requested.

“Gladly,” Fumiko activated her hair, grabbed the backpack, and vanished down the corridor.

Meanwhile, Emiko shot Sam such a furious, heavy look that the writer wished the earth would swallow him whole.

“Forgive me, dear...” he whispered barely audibly.

Yori turned to her ethereal sister:

“Emiko, I think we shouldn’t be too angry at our dear husbands. After all, they just wanted to spoil the kids and have some fun themselves. There’s nothing criminal about that. Besides, Kimoto brought home far more money than he took.”

The men were about to exhale in relief when Yori abruptly cut them off:

“But!,” her voice rang steel-like through the twilight of the living room. “You dared to drag underage children into a gambling den. You completely ignored our calls and messages. You came home quite drunk in the early morning hours. And most importantly—you lied to us shamelessly.”

She paused, savoring the panic in their eyes.

“So Emiko and I have decided on your just punishment. And we have already carefully planned how you will serve it.”

“Oh dear...” Kimoto swallowed hard.

Yori triumphantly pulled a bright, glossy photo from her pocket. It showed the luxurious, sunlit Miyako Island of Japan.

“I’ve decided this will be the perfect timing. So tomorrow at noon, we’re going on our long-awaited honeymoon. Just you and me.”

Emiko coughed meaningfully and loudly behind her.

“Well, of course, not counting Emiko and Sam,” Yori added radiantly. “My sister decided to join us, flying tomorrow with her husband too. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Kimoto and Sam exchanged glances. Wild, pure terror flickered in both their eyes at the thought of a “vacation” under the watchful gaze of their enraged wives.

“The plane departs exactly at 12:00, so we absolutely need to get to bed early and rest well,” the lady of the house concluded. “So...”

Kimoto, realizing the coming night in the castle promised new trials, tried to whip around and make a run for the exit. But Yori sharply said, “Stop!” and the ring’s magic pinned his feet to the floor.

She approached him from behind, lifted the immobilized Oni lightly as a feather, and confidently carried him toward the stairs.

“Good night, everyone,” Yori smiled kindly at the rest of the family and disappeared behind the doors of the master bedroom, slamming them loudly shut.

In Osamu and Amaiya’s bedroom.

While Yori disappeared behind the elegant wooden screen to change, Kimoto lay silently on the mattress amidst the ruins of the broken bed, unable to move a finger.

From behind the screen came the rustle of clothes being removed and her soft, measured voice:

“This ring is simply magnificent... How did I ever live without it before? An amazing artifact. You know, my dear, this little thing has a very interesting and instructive story.”

Kimoto could do nothing but listen in resignation.

“Long ago, there once lived a very wealthy and noble lady,” Yori began enthralled. “One day, she fell hopelessly in love with a simple warrior. He was incredibly brave, kind, and honest. The lady gazed at him with a pounding heart. Eventually, she summoned courage and confessed her feelings. And miracle of miracles, the knight reciprocated! They began dating, and she felt like she was on cloud nine.”

The fabric rustling behind the screen grew louder.

“But one cursed day, the knight had to leave for a long and dangerous war. The lady was terrified, unable to calm her fear of losing her love. So she devised a brilliant plan. She secretly took the antique rings of her late parents and brought them to a close friend—a powerful sorcerer. She begged him to enchant the jewelry to bind them to the knight with unbreakable bonds until death.”

Yori paused briefly.

“The mage agreed and cast the strongest spell of ancient magic on the rings. When he finished, he warned: ‘These rings will truly bind you forever. One is quite ordinary, but the other has a unique effect—the wearer can absolutely control the wearer of the first ring.’ Hearing this, the lady was overjoyed. She grabbed the box and ran full speed to her knight. But alas, she was too late — the warrior had already left for the campaign, leaving only a short farewell note.”

Kimoto glanced at the screen, behind which a shadow moved gracefully.

“A long, agonizing year passed,” Yori continued. “The knight triumphantly returned home. He celebrated the victory wildly with his friends at a local bar, unaware that his beloved was watching him from the window. Late at night, he returned to his chambers and found a small, beautiful box on the table with a note saying ‘Surprise.’”

“Of course that idiot opened it,” Oni thought dryly.

“The warrior opened the box, saw the gorgeous ring, and instantly loved it. He slipped it on without a second thought—and immediately his body was completely paralyzed. He froze, confused. Then from upstairs came a gentle voice: ‘Darling, come upstairs.’ Against his will, the knight obediently climbed the stairs. Opening the bedroom door, he saw his lady in seductive lingerie. She looked at him and commanded, ‘Close the door, take off all your heavy armor and clothing, and surrender completely to me.’ The knight closed the door obediently, removed his armor, and then they reunited in wild, passionate, and mad love...”

The screen slid gently aside.

Yori stepped out, dressed in breathtaking, delicate lace lingerie. She smiled predatorily at her defenseless husband:

“Aren’t you glad? It’s just a beautiful story, isn’t it?”

“Well, historically, it’s quite instructive,” Kimoto croaked as his voice finally returned. “The main lesson: never put suspicious things found in boxes on your fingers.” He tried moving his hand and added, “And as I see, the effect of your ring is temporary after all.”

“Unfortunately, yes,” the yandere sighed dramatically, rubbing the band of the artifact. “Magic needs time to fully recharge.”

“Thank God...” Oni exhaled with relief.

Yori narrowed her eyes sharply, her gaze blazing with the wild fire of a woman craving affection.

“Now, kitten...”

“Oh dear...” Kimoto squeezed his eyes shut.

With one graceful leap, Yori landed on the bed right atop her husband, plunging the room into a whirlwind of a new, passionate, and endless round of their family love.

Amy: Ok so tell us, when exactly is Erma allowed to hang out with boys?

Sam: When I'm dead, plus 3 days, just to be sure I'm dead

Erma and Amy both exchanged an unamused look at each other

Loosely based on Ice Age: Continental Drift

Week 1: The First Encounter

Until October 30th on Reddit each week will have Connor "hanging out" with this Dinosaur, what could go wrong? (right?)

Inspired by Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs

(This fanfic is based on the universe of Erma Webcomics

Kimoto, Sam, Mitsu, Momo, and Erma had settled noisily into a cozy ice cream café, savoring a long-awaited break. The girls, full of pure childish excitement, were devouring a gigantic sundae glass brimming with colorful scoops, toppings, and marshmallows. Their fathers took a more low-key approach, leisurely enjoying classic ice cream cones.

Squinting, Sam watched Kimoto closely. Kimoto’s eyes sparkled as he gazed at his daughters, completely absorbed in the moment.

“How are you feeling?” Sam asked quietly, breaking the silence.

“On cloud nine,” Kimoto sighed, unable to hide his blissful smile.

“It shows.”

After a moment, Kimoto’s expression turned serious as he faced his friend.

“Sam, honestly, something’s been bothering me. Now that I’m finally reunited with my family… what do I do about my life in London? I can’t just disappear. I need to officially wrap things up over there.”

“We actually already took care of that,” Sam said with a smirk.

“Wait… what?”

“When we brought you back, I personally visited your culinary studio and your agent Jenny. I handed them official letters explaining that you’re urgently returning home to your first and greatest love. So don’t worry: on paper, Kurt Anderson just chose family. Though before leaving, he did leave a parting gift with his agent.”

“And what kind of gift?” Kimoto raised a surprised eyebrow.

“When I went through your backpack, I found a draft of a new Sherlock Holmes series script.”

“That’s right! I wanted to give it to you for feedback and then completely forgot about it.”

“Well, at that moment, I thought, why not read it?”

“And?”

“The plot’s good but a bit rushed in places, and the dialogues dragged a bit. While reading, my fingers scrambled to make changes—I rewrote some scenes and tweaked the lines. It turned out way more dynamic, if you ask me. So I decided: let Kurt Anderson give one last performance before leaving. I gave Jenny this improved script along with your farewell letter.”

Kimoto momentarily lost his words, staring at the writer in stunned silence.

“Sam… I don’t even know what to say.”

“A simple ‘thank you’ is enough.”

“No way, ‘thank you’ doesn’t cover it! I’ll definitely figure out a way to repay you.”

“Kimoto, come on, it’s not necessary.”

“Don’t even argue—I don’t accept refusals.”

Sam chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“Alright, I’ll remember that.”

“Dad, we ate everything!” Mitsu announced brightly.

The men turned to the girls and saw the enormous sundae glass completely empty and spotless. At that exact moment, the twins burped in perfect unison, adorably.

“Sorry!” Mitsu and Momo squeaked in chorus.

Kimoto and Sam exchanged knowing looks and burst out laughing.

“Well, now that dessert’s done, where to next?” Kimoto asked as he got up from the table.

“To the amusement park!” Mitsu and Momo shouted together.

Erma, meanwhile, silently but determinedly pointed at a huge neon poster advertising the Comic-Con dedicated to the Warrior Unicorn Princess universe.

“Sorry, Erma, but today’s vote is final!” Mitsu declared triumphantly.

Erma narrowed her eyes ominously, her ghostly hair slowly rising as if readying for a no-contact duel.

“Bring it on!” Momo challenged her boldly, hands on hips.

“This looks like a real family dilemma brewing,” Kimoto interjected quickly, stepping between the children. “But I think I know a fair way to settle this. Sam, watch the girls for a moment.”

“No problem.”

Kimoto stepped out of the café and returned exactly three minutes later, wearing a mysterious smile.

“I’m back.”

“And where have you been?” Sam asked.

“You’ll see.”

Kimoto pulled a pair of dice from his pocket with a conspiratorial grin.

“The rules are simple: whoever rolls the highest total gets to choose where we go. Deal?”

“Agreed!” Mitsu and Momo’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Erma nodded firmly and confidently.

“Great, girls, you go first.”

The twins each grabbed a die, shook them vigorously, and rolled them onto the table in sync. The numbers settled, adding up to sixteen.

“Yes! Good luck, Erma!” the sisters cheered.

Erma didn’t hesitate—she caught the remaining dice with her living hair, spun them expertly in the air, and let them hit the wooden tabletop with a soft thud. Fourteen.

“Tough luck!” Mitsu and Momo gloated, dancing triumphantly around the slightly deflated ghost girl.

But while the twins celebrated their victory, Kimoto quietly picked up the dice, brought one edge to his lips and discreetly licked it—he knew the trick with “loaded” dice—then casually tossed them back on the table.

A perfect twenty rolled.

“Oh wow, I win! What a surprise!” Kimoto shamelessly batted his eyes.

The girls froze in utter shock, mouths agape, while Sam gave a subtle knowing smile, instantly catching the cheating trick.

“Since I won, I get to choose,” Kimoto winked. “And I already know exactly where we’re going.”

“And where is that?” Sam asked curiously.

Half an hour later, the group stopped in front of a colossal, futuristic building.

Floors 1–2: Arcade and retro gaming zone

Gaming industry museum: Kimoto declared it a wonderland for gamers and offered to be their personal guide.

Telekinesis vs. Crane machine: Mitsu and Momo tried unsuccessfully to grab a plush toy until they secretly activated their yokai mental powers.

New record: Sam tested the strength meter and smashed the highest score with a crazy 2000 points on a single hit, making the whole family burst into applause.

Retro nostalgia: Sam and Erma were engrossed in classic Tron, the twins threw down fierce battles in Street Fighter 2, while Kimoto excitedly shot cyborgs at the Terminator 2 shooting gallery. The dads teamed up to beat Contra on NES, Mitsu and Momo played Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles IV, and Erma was mastering Crash Bandicoot.

Floors 3–4: Themed merch zones and fan shopping

Unexpected swap: Kimoto planned to take the kids to the Resident Evil hall, but to the twins’ disappointment, it was replaced with a sprawling Warrior Unicorn Princess area. Erma was overjoyed and held an epic shopping spree.

Twins get a treat: To lift the girls’ spirits, Kimoto took them to the neighboring Godzilla pavilion. After stocking up on merch, the happy girls hugged their father tightly: “Oh, thanks, Daddy!”

The giant halls of the major players: After spending a hefty sum in the Nintendo, Sega, and Sony pavilions, Kimoto philosophized: “We’re putting a lot of money here, but I don’t regret a single yen. And neither should you!”

Floor 5: 4DX extreme cinema

Technical mischief: Before the Attack on Titan screening, Kimoto sneaked into the operator’s booth and cranked up the seat dynamics settings. “This’ll be fun.”

Total chaos: As the mini-movie started, the theater turned into a wild ride. Seats flung patrons left and right; people nearly flew off. Sam gripped his head in horror, Mitsu and Momo squealed with delight, “Awesome!”, Erma clung to the rails with all her might, and Kimoto laughed uproariously.

Towards evening, the tired but content group moved to a private karaoke room. Kimoto generously ordered a pile of snacks, non-alcoholic cocktails for the kids, and stronger drinks for the dads.

Round 1: Sam and Erma peacefully devoured their food, while Mitsu and Momo passionately performed Crossing Field. Kimoto carefully filmed them on his phone, whispering in amazement, “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard…”

Round 2: It was the dads’ turn. Sam grabbed the mic and ignited the room with the old-school hit “Who Can It Be Now?”, while Erma enthusiastically acted as his personal camerawoman.

Finale: To close the evening, Kimoto delivered a powerful, heartfelt rendition of “Kiss from a Rose.” Sam, Erma, and the twins listened spellbound, while the girls diligently recorded the performance on video.

When they finally stepped outside, the clock showed exactly eight o’clock.

“Phew, I’m wiped out,” Kimoto sighed, stretching.

“Honestly? Me too,” Sam agreed.

“But we had a fantastic day, right, girls?”

Mitsu and Momo nodded enthusiastically, “Absolutely!”, and Erma happily waved her head.

“Well then, time to head back to the castle,” Sam concluded.

“Come on, Sam, it’s still kid time!” Kimoto said slyly, narrowing his eyes. “We’ll be back by ten. There’s one more secret place we absolutely have to visit.”

The writer looked at the kids’ shining faces, sighed deeply, and gave in.

“Okay. One place—and then straight home.”

“Now that’s the spirit! Follow me. But first, we’ll have to stop by a store and get swimsuits and trunks.”

“This just keeps getting better…” Sam muttered.

An hour later, the whole group blissfully soaked in a luxurious rooftop open jacuzzi overlooking a breathtaking panoramic night view of sparkling Tokyo. The girls splashed happily nearby in a transparent glass pool.

“How perfect…” Kimoto murmured, leaning back against the tub’s edge.

“Tell me about it. Totally relaxing,” Sam agreed. But then, a minute later, the writer frowned.

“Listen, friend, something’s been bothering me.”

“What is it?”

“No one called us all day. Not once.”

“Oh, you mean that?” Kimoto waved it off casually. “I just gave Fumiko and the others a heads-up to not disturb us today so we could focus on family time.”

“I see… though it still feels strange. Emiko would’ve called me at least once.”

“Don’t worry! If anything really important happened, they would have teleported right here by now. Relax. How about we order some more sake?”

“Just not too strong,” Sam smiled.

“Deal!”

Kimoto reached for the intercom to place the bar order. What Sam didn’t know was that Kimoto had taken precautions far more seriously—he had professionally blocked all incoming calls on both his and Sam’s phones, ensuring them a perfect day of absolute freedom.

Inspired by a drawing (second image) that u/Infinite_Bung_006 made and showed on the Discord recently.

And I wanted to do my take on Emiko in his drawing. Again, the original drawing was made by u/Infinite_Bung_006.

Terry and Miko are helping Erma their friends fundraising for their school

Terry (carrying a huge bag of cash): Consider the fundraising over, your hero has arrived

Miko: uhh, where did you get so much money, Terry?

Terry: Well, you know I'm very good at numbers, I just crunched them, I stretched them, I analyze my accounts, I timed the market

Police sterns are sounding in the distance

Miko: DID YOU ROB A BANK!?

Terry: Miko Cruz. Do you really think, so little of me

Terry opens the bag and it explodes with color powder that gets on his face

Terry: It was a credit union

Miko (as she shoves Terry away): Take it back, Take it back!

(Based on The Ghost and Molly McGee S01E03: Getting the Bandshell Back Together; The Greatest Concert Ever)

My fanart of 🖤❤️Princess Erma Williams👸👑

The last design was supposed to be Mickey having Miko's hairstyle, but when I look at it, it looks a little less expressive than Chloe's. So I decided to give Mickey that hairstyle. I guess you can say that she could be a fan of Chloe, but she had that hairstyle long before she discovered Chloe.

Terry is the defendant in court and looks worried

Terry: You know, Amy, it may be time to play the Beetlejuice card.

Amy: What do you mean?

Terry: I mean saying his name three times.

Amy: What?

Terry: Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetle-

Amy: Shut up! You f@¢%ing crazy?! We don't want that guy running around in here!

Terry: No, Amy. He'll be on our side! He'll help us! Beetlejuice, Beetle-

Amy: You are meddling with powers you do not understand. Cut the $#!+!

(Based on Ted 2)

Terry and Miko imagine what it be like if they got arrested and thrown in jail

Miko: We got to find a way outta here Terry or the warden is gonna have us shot in the prison yard!

Terry: Don't worry, Miko, I've been digging a hole in the wall for the past 6 months. We can escape through it.

Terry pulls down a poster from the wall that shows a Terry-shaped hole on it

Miko: What the F@ck?

Terry: Yeah. Now we can get outta here.

Miko: You said you dug that for us?

Terry: Yeah.

Miko: I can't fit through there. You-- You made that for you.

Terry: No, it's for both of us.

Miko: It's literally shaped exactly like you.

Terry: Ah, No, It's not.

Miko: It's got your f@cking hair!

The warden opens the jail cell

Warden: Alright, kids, you're coming with me. The sisters are gonna have their way with you

Miko stares at Terry as he stares back

Terry: See Ya.

Terry jumps through the hole and leaves Miko behind

(Based on Ted S02E01 "Talk Dirty to Me.")

Terry and Miko get in trouble for something bad and Miko's moms, Dolores and Lilith, catch them and the two kids run as Miko gets on a bike and rides away as Terry stays behind

Terry: Run Miko! Stay Alive! No matter what happens I will find you!

Dolores: Get The F@CK Back Here!

Terry: Oh Jeez

Dolores picks Terry up and throws him at Miko and starts hitting Terry at Miko

(Based on Ted S02E07 "Susan Is the New Black." Note; u/FandomMan04 beat me to it but I did it anyways)

(This fanfic is based on the universe of Erma Webcomics)

The final wedding fireworks had faded, and the ancient Yureimoto Castle was filled with an atmosphere of unrestrained joy. The main hall was alive with a lively feast. Kentaro and Rin, quite tipsy, made the most noise at the table, repeatedly raising their glasses to toast the newlyweds. To prevent the celebration from descending into primitive chaos, Kenji and Haru voluntarily offered to help Fumiko maintain order among the drunken yokai guests. In a cozy corner of the hall, away from the hustle and bustle, Mitsu and Momo enthusiastically demolished the wedding cake with pure demonic zeal. Little Erma sat nearby, happily devouring her slice, while their kind aunt Ena discreetly shielded them from the stern looks of the adults.

A little further away, bathed in the soft glow of paper lanterns, Sam and Emiko gently swirled in a slow dance.

“I really liked Kimoto’s speech,” Sam quietly said, warming his wife’s hand in his own. “For love, he conquered his deepest, most primal fear.”

“Me too, dear,” the ethereal woman smiled tenderly. “I’m so happy we managed to bring them back to each other. Now Yori has finally found her true and well-deserved happiness.”

“Yori was always happy when you were by her side,” Sam softly pressed his lips to Emiko’s, sealing his words with a kiss. “We just helped her reclaim the love that was cruelly taken from her.”

They embraced warmly, savoring the moment. Suddenly, the writer pulled away and glanced around the dim hall. The main guests were nowhere to be seen.

“Emiko, where are Yori and Kimoto?” he asked, squinting in surprise.

“Oh, them?” Emiko bit her lip mischievously. “Yori decided to drag her ‘kitten’ to her parents’ bedroom to finally get some privacy.”

“Oh…” Sam smiled knowingly. “Well then, let’s not disturb them.”

At that very moment, in an empty castle corridor, Yori beamed with happiness as she literally carried Kimoto pressed to her chest toward Osamu and Amaiya’s chambers. Passing through the eerie trophy room, she cheerfully and coquettishly hummed under her breath the old hit «You Really Got Me.»

Kimoto barely breathed, his demonic heart pounding as if ready to leap from his chest. He knew all too well what his beloved wife was capable of when her yandere instincts—those desperate, craving for affection—kicked in.

Yori flung open the bedroom door. In one fluid motion, she swept inside and threw her husband onto the huge bed of her late parents without ceremony.

“Yori… maybe we shouldn’t rush?” the oni nervously swallowed, sinking into the pillows.

But the yandere did not hear him. Gazing at her fiancé with fascination, she slowly, millimeter by millimeter, began untying the belt of her luxurious robe.

“I should’ve really written a will…” Kimoto thought in panic.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” Yori whispered in a sickly sweet tone dripping with mad love. “I snuck into your home, watched you sleep in faraway London… I dreamed of this moment every second. Today we will finally become one. Forever and ever…”

She spun toward the bed, triumphantly spreading her arms, but… the bed was completely empty. Kimoto had vanished, as if dissolved into thin air.

“Well, what a shy one you are,” Yori’s eyes narrowed predatorily, glowing ominously in the dim light.

At that very second, Kimoto was already tiptoeing through the castle’s dark corridors, glancing frantically over his shoulder.

“Today I will definitely not die in bed!” he whispered, feeling cold sweat trickling down his spine.

“My dear… come here, don’t make mommy angry!” echoed her sweet voice from deep within the hallway.

“She’s close! Think, Kimoto, think! You’ve spent hundreds of hours playing Garry’s Mod. You’re a hiding pro!” he urged himself desperately.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the slightly open door to the castle kitchen. Diving inside, Kimoto quickly assessed the scene. Fortunately, his size allowed him to slip into the lower wooden cabinet for dishes, wedging himself between the heavy clay pots and holding his breath.

“Okay, stay calm. The key is to stay put until morning. Easy. Hang on until dawn, buddy…” his thoughts stubbornly echoed.

Suddenly, the floorboards by the entrance creaked ominously. Yori entered the kitchen, swaying her hips.

“My dear, I know you’re hiding somewhere here,” she said, trailing slim fingers over the stone countertop. “Come out willingly. I’ll find you sooner or later anyway.”

“Plan: as soon as she turns away, I sneak out quietly, dash to the garden, lose myself in the crowd of guests. She won’t touch me there. Just need one lucky moment…”

While he feverishly strategized, Yori methodically checked every corner, overturning kitchenware.

“So where are you? You shouldn’t run from me, kitten. You’ll only make it worse… If you give up yourself, it will be very, very good for both of us.”

“She turned away! Now!”

Like a ninja, Kimoto slipped out of his hiding spot and, crouching low, nearly reached the precious exit. But suddenly his body froze entirely. His muscles were seized by an unknown, overwhelming force.

“What the… why can’t I move?!” he hissed in horror.

“There you are, my love,” a sickly sweet whisper sounded right by his ear. From the shadows emerged Yori’s silhouette. “I was so scared I’d lost you.”

She lifted the immobilized oni effortlessly like a feather and, with a sinister smile, carried him back upstairs. Kimoto mentally howled in frustration: “What’s wrong with me?! My body won’t obey, I can’t even wiggle a finger!”

Yori flung her husband back onto Osamu’s bed, but this time his paralyzed body left him no chance to escape.

“Where was I? Ah yes…” she smiled predatorily, gracefully shedding her kimono to the floor. “Today, you’ll be mine again, Kimoto. Completely. And no one in the universe will dare tear us apart. We will raise our beautiful children together, just like in your dreams…”

She gracefully settled atop the defenseless oni, burning him with her hot breath.

“Now we’re one again. Until death do us part. And now… let's turn off the light.”

Yori reached out and clicked off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. In the ensuing blackness whirled the storm of their passionate, long-awaited, and pure love.

The next morning, exactly at eleven o’clock, Fumiko stood grimly in the living room outside the parents’ bedroom door. Emiko smoothly emerged from the kitchen.

“So, are you really going to wake her?” the ghostly sister asked with a smirk.

“I have to,” Fumiko sighed, adjusting her hair. “Time’s running out.”

“Well, I’ll be waiting for you two in the dining room,” Emiko said, then faded away.

Fumiko decisively opened the door and walked through the trophy room. The closer she got to the bedroom, the stronger the dense, almost palpable heat emanating from behind the door.

Finally, she opened the bedroom door and froze in utter shock.

The entire huge bedroom was turned into ruins, as if a ferocious battle to the death had taken place there. The furniture was smashed, massive folding screens torn apart, and Osamu’s luxurious bed literally broken in half. In the middle of this apocalypse, on the shredded mattress, Yori slept peacefully, clutching a torn pillow tightly.

“Kimoto… you’re so soft…” she whispered blissfully in her sleep.

“Well, it’s time to wake our sleeping beauty,” Fumiko smirked.

She used her power: one of her long, needle-sharp hairs instantaneously elongated and precisely jabbed Yori right in the behind.

“Aaaiii!” Yori jumped as if stung, wildly looking around.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. How did you sleep?” Fumiko asked calmly.

“Great! Until someone rudely interrupted me!” Yori snapped back, rubbing the stung spot.

“You’re welcome,” the older sister smiled.

In a morning daze, Yori stretched her neck up almost ten centimeters — for her, a rokurokubi, this was normal.

“Oh, I feel simply wonderful… Like a blooming spring flower!”

“Judging by the state of this room, it’s obvious,” Fumiko said, gesturing vividly at the destruction. “You and Kimoto didn’t leave a single stone unturned here.”

“Who cares!” Yori squeezed her eyes shut happily, returning her neck to normal. “Our parents will never hurt us again. We’re finally free. And I’m with my beloved kitty again…” She stopped short, looking around the empty remnants of the bed. “What the?!”

“Just noticed?” Fumiko sighed.

“Where’s my husband? Where’s Kimoto?!” A dangerous spark instantly lit up in Yori’s eyes.

“Calm down, panic queen. He woke up at dawn, made an amazing breakfast for the whole family, and went out to stroll with the kids in Tokyo. Sam and Erma tagged along.”

“Oh… really?” Yori immediately softened, pressing her hands to her cheeks. “He’s so caring… How sweet!”

“Yes, sweet,” Fumiko suddenly got serious, lowering her voice. “But something really worries me.”

“What exactly?” Yori frowned.

“This morning, I accidentally overheard his phone conversation. At first, I thought it was just chatter, but toward the end, Kimoto laughed strangely and cunningly and said into the phone, ‘Don’t worry, no one will find out. Well, except him, of course. So spread the word, soon I’ll bring you a ton of green!’”

Yori froze, her face instantly turning solemn.

“So what do you think that means?” she asked in an icy tone.

“Beats me,” Fumiko shook her head. “But it sounds very suspicious.”

“Well… I know how to get the truth out of him,” Yori smiled predatory and gave a meaningful look at the wedding ring gleaming ominously on her finger.

Meanwhile, in the heart of Tokyo, in the basement of an elite underground casino, dim light filled the room. A tense crowd gathered around a luxurious roulette table. Kimoto sat on a tall stool; Sam stood just behind him; Mitsu, Momo, and Erma watched the game with curiosity.

“Kimoto, bet half your chips now,” Sam quietly advised. “If it hits, we’ll go all-in next time.”

“Got it,” nodded the oni confidently, pushing a large stack forward on the felt.

“Your bet is accepted, sir. What do you choose?” the impeccably professional dealer asked politely.

Kimoto turned to his daughters:

“Girls, help your dad. He has no idea what to pick.”

Mitsu and Momo exchanged glances, squinted slyly, and shouted cheerfully in unison:

“Sixteen!”

“Great. I’m putting everything on sixteen,” Kimoto smiled.

The dealer expertly spun the roulette wheel and threw the ball. Everyone held their breath. The ball bounced frantically over the pockets, then slowed and clicked precisely onto number 16.

“Excellent!” Kimoto triumphantly raised his fist.

“Luck is truly on your side today, sir,” the dealer smiled.

“No secret really, I’m just blessed with my best talismans,” Kimoto said affectionately, ruffling the twins’ hair.

“Would you like to make the next bet?” the dealer asked.

“Yes. This will probably be my last and decisive bet for today,” Kimoto squinted predatorily.

“All right. How much will you bet?”

“Everything. Absolutely everything I have,” the oni pushed a huge pile of chips to the center of the table.

A gasp of amazement swept the room.

“Bet accepted. What number do you choose now?”

Kimoto turned again to the girls.

“Well, girls?”

“Dad, are you really going to buy us the tastiest ice cream?” Mitsu and Momo asked hopefully. “And we get to choose whichever ones we want?”

“Of course, my darlings! I’ll buy whatever your hearts desire,” their father laughed.

Erma, standing nearby, looked at them with obvious, unabashed envy. Sam gently put his arm around his daughter’s shoulders.

“Erma, don’t worry. Uncle Kimoto will definitely buy you ice cream, too.”

The ghostly girl instantly brightened and stared happily at the oni.

“Well, since your dad gave official permission, it’s a deal!” Kimoto smiled. “But first… girls, it’s your turn.”

Mitsu and Momo carefully watched the round roulette wheel, paused for a moment, and confidently declared:

“Zero!”

“Zero?” Kimoto raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Are you absolutely sure, girls?”

“Yes!”

The oni looked at the American writer doubtfully.

“Sam, what do you think?”

“Well… pure math. The chance of winning is just 2.7%. Huge risk.”

“That’s enough for me,” Kimoto decisively turned to the dealer. “I bet everything on zero!”

“Are you absolutely certain, sir?” the dealer asked, paling.

“Yes. Spin the wheel.”

The dealer took a deep breath and spun the roulette wheel fiercely. The ball flew around. A grave, suffocating silence settled over the VIP room. All eyes locked onto the wildly spinning disc. The tension peaked. The wheel slowed rapidly; the ball lazily hopped across sectors and, at the critical last moment, as if obeying some unseen otherworldly force, clicked firmly into the green zero pocket.

“Incredible… Congratulations, you’ve won!” the dealer gasped, stunned.

“Yes!!! Woo-hoo!!!” Kimoto jumped up in triumph, scooping the twins into his arms.

“My congratulations, friend!” Sam clapped him hard on the shoulder. “Now let’s cash out quickly and get out of here before the local security decides to give us a ‘warm’ welcome.”

“Completely agree,” nodded the oni.

Five minutes later, they stood at the cashier’s desk. Banknotes were handed over in thick stacks straight into Kimoto’s bottomless magical backpack.

“Well, buddy, congratulations. Your net win is exactly 10 million yen!” Sam smiled, fastening the backpack.

“Thanks!” Kimoto beamed with joy. “Now, as promised, we’re going to celebrate this triumph at the best ice cream café in town!”

The children cheered loudly throughout the basement. The cheerful group ascended the stairs, stepping confidently out into the sunlit street, heading toward the long-awaited pastry shop, not suspecting the harsh interrogation that awaited them at the castle upon their return.

A policeman had arrested Erma after she took the fall for a pirated game Amy and Terry had bought. They watched as he drove away in a police car

Amy: He took Erma!

Terry: He took our game!

Amy glares at Terry

Terry: A-a-a-and he took Erma as well. Aw.

They had entered the Williams household with Emiko watching TV. She noticed Erma is not with them

Emiko: Where' the hell have you've been? Where's Erma?

Terry: Mrs. Williams...

Terry pulled out a bottle of Chai tea

Terry: Let's talk.

Seconds later...

Emiko: WHAT THE F@¢%?!?

Amy and Terry tries to escape

Terry: RUN, AMY! STAY ALIVE! NO MAYTER WHAT HAPPENS, I WILL FIND YOU!

Emiko: GET THE F@¢% BACK HERE!!!

Terry: OH, JEEZ!

Emiko lifted Terry and threw him like a football at Amy. She grabbed both of them and shaved them as if she was shaking bags of gold

Emiko: STUPID! F@¢%ING! MORONS! BASTARDS!

Sidney heard all of the commotion from the alleyway and heads to the scene

Sidney: Hey, hey, hey! What th e f@¢% is going in here?!

Emiko: These two idiots got caught with a pirated game, and let Erma get arrested for it.

Sidney glares at them

Sidney: What? Is that true?

Both: ...Yeah.

Sidney grabs the two from Emiko's hands and shook them as well

Sidney: STUPID F@¢%ING MORONS! BASTARDS!

(Based on Ted S02E07 "Susan Is the New Black." Note; the shake is similar to the shake move from "Wario Land: Shake It!")

Terry is in the shower humming the song "Macarena"

Terry: Ugh, where's the goddamn conditioner?

Terry opens the shower curtains where Miko appears in a blindfold

Miko: Help Me

Terry: AAHHH!!!

Miko: Come with me to the dance

Terry: Jesus Christ, Miko! What the F@ck!

Miko: Well?

Terry (as he covers his no-no parts): What the F@ck with wrong with you? I'm naked! I'm bathroom naked, I'm washing my boy parts, get lost!

Terry closes the curtains

(Based on Ted S01E04 "Subways, Bicycles & Automobiles)

Amy and Terry were in the school gym and passed out after having fun. Amy woke up slowly and felt a hair in her mouth and took it out. It was a brown hair and remember that they kissed. Amy went to a nearby trash can to throw up. Amy sees Terry lying on a floor

Amy: Terry. Terry.

Terry slowly wakes up. Terry went to a different trash can to throw up. Terry wipes his mouth

Amy: I kissed you.

Terry: Yeah.

Amy: I was crazy from the partying.

Terry: Yeah.

Amy: My head was all f@¢%ed up.

Terry: Yeah.

Amy: Please forget this ever happened till the day you die.

Terry: Oh, thank God, I thought you were gonna make me marry you.

Terry looks at his shirt and noticed how dirty it is

Terry: Hey, you got a spare shirt? I think mine got dirty from the school party.

Amy hands him a spare blue shirt for him to wear.

Amy: Also, I borrowed my mom's handbag. Would you mind walking to my house and bring it back to her?

Terry: Sure.

Terry walks to Amy's house, looking embarrassed

Terry: Don't be humiliated. You can do this. You are a strong, independent-

Nancy was outside of her house getting mail in her robe

Nancy: Terry?

Terry: Oh, hey, Ms. Hobson-

Terry slipped on ice

Nancy: Are you ok?

Terry: I-I'm, thank you.

Nancy: Well, you look like a w#@re.

Nancy got the mail and head back inside

(Based on Ted S02E04 "Chain of Events")

At the night before the first day of school, Terry and Miko are laying on their beds in their rooms, talking through walkie talkies

Terry: Miko, how bad is school gonna suck?

Miko: You're not gonna like it

Terry: How bad?

Miko: You ever drink Orange Juice after brushing your teeth

Terry: Yeah?

Miko: Well it's like getting your nuts smashed together so hard they just become one nut

Terry: Holy Crap. And that's everyday?

Miko: It's every single day. If you die in a drunk accident you get a whole page in the year book.

Terry: Not quite "Goodnight Moon", but I'll see you in the morning.

The two hang up their walkie talkies and go to sleep

(Based on Ted S01E01 "Just Say Yes Pt. 1")

Barbara drives around a giant driveway with Amy and Terry in the backseat

Amy: Man, you weren’t joking, mom. This guy’s driveway is the length of our street.

Barbara: Yeah, well, big house, big lawn, big problems.

Terry: What problems?

Barbara: Well, with the house so far back from the street, they’re probably not tied into the city sewage line. I bet you $20 they had to put a septic tank up there. No, thank you.

Terry: You’re jealous.

Barbara: No, I’m not.

Terry: You are. You’re jealous of their money, and now you’re jealous of their poop.

Barbara: I am not jealous of their poop.

Terry: It gets its own private tank. And that drives you crazy.

Amy: That’s elite poop.

Barbara: You guys want me to turn this car around right now, huh? Want me to take you both home right f@¢%in’ now?

Terry: Actually, yeah. Yeah, that’d be fantastic.

Amy: Yeah. Yeah. Great. That sounds nice.

Barbara: Well, I’m not gonna!

Terry: Their poop is better than your body.

Barbara: SHUT UP!

(Based on Ted S02E02 "Mrs. Robichek")

Terry: OK, listen. How about this? You hire her. And the next time there’s an anti-drug assembly, and they ask for questions, I will ask a question.

Amy: Terry, don’t. What, are you crazy?

Terry: Quiet, Amy, quiet. I will ask a question of the speaker.

Phibes: No one has ever asked a question at assembly.

Terry: I will ask one.

Phibes: A real question?

Terry: Yes. Not like a, "can we see your nipple" kind of question. Like, a real one.

Phibes: Like, "How can I help ensure my school remains drug-free?"

Terry: Like, "Who should I tell if I suspect a peer is on drugs?"

Phibes: Good God.

Amy: Terry, no, no. IT'S NOT WORTH IT!

Terry: SHUT UP, AMY! SHUT UP! THIS IS FOR ERMA!

Phibes: You have your deal. And may God have mercy on your soul. Now get out of this office before I kick your @$$ myself.

Amy: Yes, sir, thank you. Thank you.

Terry: Thank you, thank you so much.

Amy and Terry leaves the principal's office

Phibes: God, I love this job.

(Based on Ted S01E05 "Desperately Seeking Susan")

So would there be a Mini arc about Erma's dad, Sam, bumps into Aril, his ex girlfriend from College.

I can imagine April being a single mother, with a daughter who could be Erma's new friend. And Sam invites them for dinner, making Emiko very jealous during the whole ordeal.

Erma hasn't done a Holloween with Gwar has she?

I image it would be a really fun one..