Chapter Text
Part 2
The Fyodor army had been plotting. Ever since their ultimate defeat, they waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. Each and every day, they regained a little bit of strength. They made boxing rings to fight each other to the death, one little Fyodor dying didn’t mean that much because there were thousands of them. Eventually, they would use this strength to make Ranpo pay for his sins.. and Poe I guess, but he isn’t that important to the plot of this story. He’s sort of a wimp that has a big fat crush on Ranpo.
The main Fyodor was the most vengeful. But at this point, many of the Fyodors had grown to look just like the original. Therefore, no one except him knew who the real Fyodor was anymore. Though he wouldn’t tell any of the Fyodors, he would let them stay confused. A feeling he never had. It was as though this feeling was the only thing that set them apart. That and the mole on the original’s asscheek Also the imprinted hand on his other asscheek from Nikolai. Fyodor had now given birth more than any woman in the whole world.
But he still wasn’t satisfied. He would never be until Ranpo was killed, and all of the rest of the ADA but mostly… eugh.. Ranpo.
So he spread the word within the Fyodor army that they would attack the detective at three am in the backrooms. Who knows? Maybe they would find the sus imposter while they were there. They all pissed their pantaloons at the wonderful news. They prepared for battle, and then went to sleep in their respective wet and soggy cardboard boxes.
Soon, 3AM had arrived.. when they prepared to strike. They all got their unshankas on, and headed to Poe’s gigantic mansion, where they knew Ranpo would be.