>>45562007Henri, dressed in his homemade Claude Frollo costume, stood on the rooftop of Phase Connect's headquarters. He glared down at Xalamon, who was standing in the parking lot below, holding a mop and bucket.
"You banished me, Xalamon, but now I have returned to claim what is rightfully mine, my Oshi!" Henri shouted.
Xalamon looked up at Henri, his expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "I don't know what you're talking about, man. I'm just a janitor. I don't have anything that belongs to you."
Henri's eyes widened, and his voice became shrill. "Liar! You stole something from me, and now you will pay!"
With that, Henri leaped from the rooftop, his cape billowing behind him. Xalamon braced himself, ready to defend himself against the crazed vtuber fan.
The two men clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks. Henri was surprisingly strong, fueled by his delusional belief that he was a powerful and righteous figure like Frollo. Xalamon, on the other hand, was scrappy and nimble, dodging Henri's attacks and landing quick jabs and kicks.
Despite his disadvantage, Henri was determined to win. He drew a sword from his belt, and Xalamon gasped in surprise. Henri lunged forward, swinging the sword wildly. Xalamon managed to duck and dodge the initial blows, but he knew that he couldn't keep it up forever.
With a burst of inspiration, Xalamon grabbed his mop and used it to sweep Henri's legs out from under him. Henri fell to the ground, dropping his sword. Xalamon pounced, grabbing Henri's arm and twisting it behind his back.
Henri screamed in pain, but Xalamon didn't let up. He held Henri in a tight grip, waiting for the police to arrive.
As Henri was led away in handcuffs, he ranted and raved about his rightful place as a hero. But Xalamon just shook his head, glad that the ordeal was over.
"Another day, another crazy person," he muttered to himself, and went back to his janitorial duties.