Fate/Outer Code: Another Order

Singularity F (II): Murder-Death-Kill Remastered

Olga: ...Where were you keeping these?

(Y/N): Well, it could be in the infinite void of nothingness... or up my butt, each of those pleasing to the senses. Do you want this or not?

Olga: Tch, gimme that.

Wisely deciding not to give her only source of nourishment any sass, she just took the box and started to eat the cookies silently, but not without glaring at him the whole way. He seemed to find it amusing.

Romani: Okay, with that out of the way, let's continue the search for the Greater Grail. Mr. Caster, we'll be relying on you to show us the way. I'll be monitoring the situation and alerting you if anything strange happens.

Cu: Drop the "Mister". I'll take you there. It's up to this asshole to decide when we make our move, although I have a clue as to what might go down-

(Y/N): We go to Saber, beat up whoever gets in our way, beat up Saber, kill the Grail, and save the world! Easy-peasy, completely foolproof.

Cu: Yeah, it's foolproof because the fool himself came up with it.

(Y/N): And it's also bitchproof, but we didn't see you come up with it, did we? 

Begrudgingly accepting that he walked right into that one, the Child of Light lowly cursed his luck before turning tail and leading the group in the direction of the Grail. 

It didn't help that he could feel (Y/N)'s insufferably smug smirk without seeing it as the rest of the group followed.

For his part, (Y/N) was in an increasingly good mood and posed a question to himself: How could he become even more obnoxious and break these poor souls?

(Y/N): Hey, I know what can lift this surly mood: A song to pass the time!

Olga: We don't need anything like that--

(Y/N): Oooooh, 999 bottles of beer on the wall, 999 bottles of beer~! Take one down and pass it around, 998 bottles of beer on the wall~!

He cackled as he heard Olga, Caster and even Romani in the comms groan in exasperation while Mash shifted awkwardly, not wanting to pay her Senpai's kindness with disdain. They figured that even he would get tired of such annoying tunes.

They were, of course, horribly wrong.

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10 Minutes Later

(Y/N): Take one down and pass it around, 899 bottles of beer on the wall~! Alright, 100 bottles down! Next verse! Oooooh, 899 bottles of beer on the wall, 899 bottles of--

It was quite impressive that everyone else had lasted for as long as they did. Unfortunately, the young Director was the first one to break as she whirled around and roared at his grinning face.

Olga: SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UUUUUUUUUUP! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, YOU IDIOT! STOP! BEING! SO! GOD! DAMN! ANNYOING!

(Y/N): Yeesh, if you didn't like the song, you could have just asked to change the tune.

Olga: NO! I WANT YOU TO SHUT UP ENTIRELY! 

(Y/N): And deprive the world of my wonderful voice? Hard pass on that. Besides, I'm bored! There's nobody around for me to punch without you guys nagging me!

He said this while casually catching the Director's incoming slap to the face like it wasn't even there. Without looking, he raised a hand and flickered her in the forehead, much to her chagrin.

(Y/N): If nobody comes up with anything interesting, I'll take it as a sign to continue the song! Come on, we have 899 bottles on the wall!

Fou: Fooooooou! Kyu?!