Content Warning: Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice contains content that some readers might find disturbing, triggering or uncomfortable. This includes sexually explicit activities, strong language, hateful language and slurs, extreme violence, violence against children, vore, extreme racism, genocide, and a wide spectrum of grotesque or otherwise disturbing content. Reader discretion is advised.
Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice
Atrocity 09: The Plan to Eradicate Weiss Vice
Date: Monday, August 15, 1988
Time: 04:59 UTC
Location: Beyond Space and Time
In an abrupt flash, an eerie, otherworldly landscape of floating landmasses appeared before Black Vice, Zach, Jessie, Quintin, and Ghost Milky. The vibrant sky, waterfalls traveling in every direction, and rainbow-colored fauna were all fantastical sights well worth admiring. …But now was a time for business. Upon teleporting, the five were already sitting at their wooden conference table, staring at each other, and ready to resume their prior conversation.
Quintin: “Alright, so I think you were going to tell us about your ‘plan,’ little Miss Milky?”
Ghost Milky: “It is not quite a plan, but there are lotsa tools we should use to our advantage. The first one is a girl with an excellent aptitude for becoming a Milky. So great that her name’s even Milky, Milky Sunshine!”
Jessie: “How’s that going to help? Are you just trying to turn all the Whiterats running around into Milkies?”
Ghost Milky: “No-no-no-no-no! You guys have dibs here and I don’t wanna take that away from you! L-Let me lay out the power structure we are dealing with. Hmm… it’s times like these I really wish that I could touch things and—”
Black Vice: “Computer, synchronize with Ghost Milky and give her full visualization access.”
Ghost Milky: “Eh? What is—”
Zach: “Vice is giving you access to your holographic display. Merely visualize the idea in your mind, present it to us, and gesture to give it form. Start with something simple.”
Perplexed, Ghost Milky heeded Zach’s words, and was able to activate the three-dimensional hologram presented before them, using her mind to imagine the Earth of this universe as it currently was.
Ghost Milky: “Whoa! I never get to manipulate stuff like this! Freezy cool! Let’s see, what’s the start… Weiss Vice was greatly weakened when he entered your world and has been siphoning power however he could. As a creature of hatred, he draws his power from all sorts of bad stuff. From injustices, from racism, from seeing the powerful control and demean the weak, from the sight of White supremacy achieving ‘victory’. He was lured into this world by the sacrificial killing of a Black woman by White men, and after tasting this power, he has sought to… expand it.”
Quintin: “Okay, but… how? You can’t just transform a billion people into monsters unless you have a shitload of power!”
Ghost Milky: “That confuzzled me too, but look away from Weiss and at the Earth itself. A planet’s core is a crazy source of power, way easier to access and use than a faraway sun, and if you look at your world, I think you’ll notice something is off.”
Jessie then altered the holographic display before them, presenting a model of the Earth, along with readings that measured its temperature, and the results were puzzling.
Jessie: “The core of the Earth is growing colder. How in the hell are they doing this?”
Ghost Milky: “W-Well, I think that might be my bad. I got power from a star when I fought Weiss last time, and he maybe got inspired to use something like that with a power source.”
Zach: “Except Weiss couldn’t power himself with the Earth. He needed to get his power through other means, and used the surface as a way to convert this energy, creating the Whiterats and deriving energy from their destruction. He staged a global war just as a means of extracting more power for himself, fully knowing that it would lead to the planet’s destruction.”
Quintin: “Huh. Doesn’t sound too far-fetched when you put it that way.”
Black Vice: “Yeah, yeah, so we need to stop the conflict on Earth before we can stop Weiss. The million dollar question is how. Normally we have immense power, but you’d be surprised how much it takes to transform 4 billion people into angels, superheroes, fantastical warriors, or fantasy creatures. Unless we want to take away our powers from them, we don’t have a chance. And if the Whiterats were to kill 4 billion people, to conduct a complete genocide of humanity, there’s no telling how powerful Weiss would become.”
Ghost Milky: “I thought about that! …Well, not the genocide bit. Bad thoughts are bad for Milkies. But I do know how to defeat Weiss. He is ultimately a spoiled Milky, and the best way to defeat a Milky is, and has always been, with another Milky!”
Jessie: “…Are you going to open a portal and bring in millions of Milkies to help our cause?”
Ghost Milky: “Uh… If I can do that, I haven’t figured out how to. I can zip through universes as a ghost, but I don’t know how to do that with matter. We gotta rely on what this universe has.”
Quintin: “Meaning we’re screwed?”
Ghost Milky: “No-no-no-no! Like I said, you guys have a Milky here! Well, an unawakened Milky with lots of potential!”
Zach: “Is she strong enough to defeat Weiss Vice?”
Ghost Milky: “Nope! But that’s not the plan! You see, if Weiss is a spoiled Milky, then the Whiterats must, on some level, be Milkies too. And the best way to heal or purify a Milky is to give them Milky Milk! I think that even if we expose them to small amounts, just a few drops, that will be enough to weaken them. Give them hives, rashes, big bad fatigue, maybe even… kill them.”
Black Vice: “Alright… but Milkies make milk through their breasts, right? And if we only have one Milky, how much breast milk will that make us? Two bottles at most?”
Ghost Milky: “Normally. But this one is different. She’s crazy powerful! And with the extra power I can grant her, she’ll be able to control the weather and summon Milky Rain!”
Black Vice: “…As in, she will make it rain Milky Milk?”
Ghost Milky: “Yuppers! That will weaken the Whiterats a bunch!”
Jessie: “Except it won’t defeat them. And we need to give ourselves every advantage, as we’re not going to get a second shot at this.”
Quintin: “Can we even defeat the Whiterats? These fucks are breeding like rabbits on viagra! Even though over 300 million of them have been killed, the global population is still over a billion!”
Black Vice: “When dealing with an endlessly growing army, your enemies are not the footsoldiers, but the leaders. If you kill the leaders, the army will crumble due to a collapse of command.”
Zach: “Wouldn’t the leader be Weiss though?”
Black Vice: “That seems like the obvious choice, but remember what the Whiterats are. They are the pawns of Weiss, yes, though they are something more. They are weapons of whiteness . Of ideals, of the power structures of this world. What is whiteness without structure, without an Empire to serve, and without a leader to rally behind? There is no one true leader of whiteness . It is a cabal of like-minded cretin. The wealthy, the corporate oligarchs, the leaders of the White man’s religion that he shoved down the throats of the colonized. Truly, there is no shortage of good targets. However, there is one force more powerful than all the others. The leader of humanity’s so-called democratic epicenter.”
Black Vice then took reins over the holographic display and changed it to a map of the City of Washington, specifically the National Mall. A miniscule stretch of land, yet its buildings were adorned in blindly white lights. However, the greatest and most painful one was at The White House, home of the President of the United States.
Black Vice: “This, this right here, is the heart of White Supremacy. If we attack it, kill the people in charge, and leave the heart of America a smoldering wasteland, its leaders dead, then the Whiterats will be without a leader, without a paragon to follow. With no orders, and no power, they will cease to provide Weiss with power.”
Jessie: “…You sure about that, Vice? America is not where whiteness was invented.”
Black Vice: “But America is where it was refined, where it exists in its most vulgar form. While Europeans might not like to think so, they owe much of their White identity to America.”
Ghost Milky: “Hum-hum… Even if it doesn’t work completely, it wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
Black Vice: “It will work, but I concede your point. The Milky Rain and assault on Washington will be a dire blow to Weiss’s power structure. However, that doesn’t solve the actual problem. Once we weaken Weiss… how will we defeat him? We couldn’t do shit to him earlier, and I doubt we would have a better chance for round two.”
Jessie: “I don’t like it, but couldn’t we just give you all of our power, Vice?”
Black Vice: “Hell no! When I was in Weiss’s mind, he was able to cast aside my Black form, and turn me back into a White man. He is a force of whiteness… and cannot be defeated by it. We will need someone who isn’t White to defeat them.”
Quintin: “Good thing Jessie and I aren’t White.”
Black Vice: “You might not look like it, but ask yourself, do you have any whiteness in your blood?”
Quintin: “My mom was Indian and my dad was Filipino. I’m 100% Asian.”
Rather than using their words, Vice stood up and walked around the table to Quintin, grabbing him by the shoulder before summoning a syringe into their hand. Without any hesitation, Vice pricked him in the neck, drawing out a syringe’s worth of blood.
Quintin: “Gya! You could’ve asked first, you assmunch!
Black Vice: “Correct. I could have. I just chose not to.”
Overflowing with smug pride, Vice returned to their seat, plopping their buoyant butt down and snapping a small machine on their desk. A machine meant to read the results of a blood test, but its design was far more advanced than anything available in 1988. Inserting the syringe caused the holographic display to change, switching over to a list of metrics that were rapidly flipped through before reaching the one Vice desired. A map of the world with highlighted nations, accompanied by a list of countries and a list of percentages.
It was a DNA ancestry test, and one that revealed the complex genealogy of Quintin. While 36% of his ancestry was attributable to both India, and 38% was to the Philippines, the rest of it was a grab bag of other Asian countries, but there were two exceptions. Approximately 5% of their DNA was traced to England and 3% to Spain, meaning that, contrary to their belief, they were not 100% Asian.
Quintin: “…How the fuck—”
Black Vice: “Colonialism. They call them cock-asians for a reason, ‘cos they love putting their cocks in Asians. India was a British colony. The Philippines was a Spanish colony, and later an American one. A few Asian countries were freed from the spread of the White seed for a while, but all it takes is one, and White people have been fucking around the world for over half a millennium. Few people on the planet have less than a drop of White blood in them, and if pushed to the brink, that whiteness could be eked out of them, exploited by Weiss, who can make them White. For a brief second, he made me want to join him.”
Zach: “Ghost Milky, allow me to explain. Both Vice and I were born into a White affluent family. While we have transferred the lived experiences of thousands of people into our mind, and spent centuries living as others, we cannot shake who we originally were. A pair of Virginia boys who were raised by a man who would not allow Black people to enter his house under any circumstance.”
Black Vice: “True, true. However, just because my dad was a diet Nazi doesn’t mean I don’t hate those fuckwits with a passion. I know what it’s like to be a crying child loaded up into a gas chamber, desperately clinging to life while watching everybody die around me. I know what it’s like to be noosed and lynched in front of a school of children, all chanting and cheering as they watch a n***er get the life beaten out of him. Jessie has taught me a lot, and my lived experiences have taught me more. I have seen the destruction caused by this hatred, and while I also deeply understand the joy of being a White man oppressing others, I’m not a retard. I don’t view it as anything more than a sick, twisted indulgence. Same with cannibalism, same with rape, same with fucking a kid until their eyes become dulled. They’re all on the same level. All based on the same cardinal animalistic hatred of the other. The desire to assert dominance.”
Jessie: “Clearly, I haven’t taught you enough if you’re still talking like that.”
Ghost Milky: “Uh… I’m sorry, I’m confused why you’re bringing this up. Couldn’t you all lend your powers to Jessie—”
Black Vice: “Jessie’s an African American, and they’ve all got White blood in them. They were imported as slaves. Masters fucked their female slaves, and Black men were used as sex toys by the masters’ daughters. All it would take is the right nudge to break Jessie’s veneer as a strong, independent, Black woman.”
Jessie: “Just because my great, great grandparents were raped doesn’t mean that I would ever fall for the ‘allure’ of whiteness.”
Black Vice: “…Nah, you would. Allow me to demonstrate.”
With zero hesitation, Black Vice kicked the chair from under them and moseyed over to Jessie, plucking her by the collar of her tank top. It would be an intimidating gesture if it was done by a taller person, but with Jessie being over a foot taller than Vice, it didn’t really work. Jessie looked at Vice with a disapproving look, confused as to what they were doing, when Vice whispered 26 German words into her ear.
Black Vice: “Wir müssen die Existenz unseres Volkes und die Zukunft für weiße Kinder sichern, denn die Schönheit der weißen arischen Frau darf nicht von der Erde verschwinden.”
A rallying cry for White Supremacists. We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children, because the beauty of the White Aryan woman must not perish from the Earth. Words of nothing but hatred, thinly veiled calls for genocide.
While they were just words, Vice embedded them with a certain power. The power to transform those who heard it and awaken something dormant and unknown. And as Jessie scowled over the drivel filling up her ears, something churned inside her.
Jessie’s body became enveloped in a cloud of white smoke that dissipated as quickly as it appeared, and as her form was revealed, she looked… different.
Her dark skin became as pale as could be, her black coiled hair was both straight and blonde, brown eyes were now a bright blue. Her face was completely different, molded to replicate widely publicized beauty standards. Beneath her head, her body lost its bulk and stature as she was shrunken to a thin, dainty White woman. Her clothes were similarly transformed, retaining the same basic composition, but sluttier and trading in the African National Congress colors for the old red, white, and blue. A red midriff revealing tank top, a pair of jean shorts so small they were closer to underwear, and white sandals that exposed her toes, with toenails painted a bright pink.
Jessie looked nothing like she normally did, looked like an archetypical ditzy White girl, and as she came to terms with what Vice did to her, Vice underwent their own poof-based transformation. They returned to the form imposed on them by Weiss, their original form of Dan Vespa, and as the pair’s blue eyes met each other, Jessie felt something strange creeping through her stomach.
Jessie: “W-What are you—”
Jessie paused, her voice sounding far less authoritative and bold than it normally did, being replaced by a lighter, more overtly feminine tone that… made her sound like an airhead.
Black Vice: “Don’t try to fight it, babe. So long as you join us, you can stay like this forever, protected, loved, and treated as the White goddess you truly are.”
Vice then leaned in to plant a big fat kiss on Jessie’s face, and while she resisted at first, she succumbed as Vice invaded her mouth. Her body felt hot, it felt good, and as Vice began lifting her off her seat, she became lost in the experience. The way her hair smoothly ran along her neck to her back. The way her soft skin collided with Vice’s, and the… calmness of her mind. In this state, she felt less staunch, less mentally resolute, and assured that, if she just went along with this… things would go well for her.
That’s when something snapped in her mind. Jessie quickly woke up from the spell Vice put on her and promptly kicked them in the dick, breaking free of their clutches. Vice loosened their grip after getting their junk struck, allowing Jessie to pause and look over herself. Curiosity inspired her to spawn a full-length mirror before her, and her face went pink as she began gawking over her White girl persona. She rubbed her hands over her curves, over her perkier boobs, trim waist, and tighter ass, compelled by a nebulous something to enjoy this. This sight of the person she could have been, if her latent whiteness in her was emphasized. Her conscious brain knew she should look at this form with disgust, yet a crawling sense within her body found this to be… captivating.
After a minute of gawking, Jessie abruptly smacked herself in the face.
Jessie: “What the fuck is wrong with me? What is this— Oh gawd, even this voice, just using it is making me feel so, so—”
Black Vice: “White? You look White. You talk White, and by replicating what Weiss pulled on me, you feel White. Of course, you had your guard down, so the effects are more extreme. We don’t know what Weiss’s full power is, let alone what it will be. All it takes is a hint of whiteness, and a form like this can be unleashed.”
Snapping their fingers, a poof of smoke covered both Vice and Jessie, reverting their bodies to the Black and beautiful forms they had a few minutes ago. Vice looked on at themself with satisfaction, giving their boobs a small pat and puffing their hair. While Jessie hugged her frame, rubbing it as a way to remind herself of who she really is.
Jessie: “…You’re right. We can’t take on Weiss if he can do this.”
Black Vice: “I’m always right. Or, at least, I’m right 88% of the time.”
Jessie: “…So, what are we going to do now? If none of us can fight Weiss, then we need to find someone without any whiteness in them. I’m sure we can find someone. We could head to a rural place that colonizers wouldn’t have touched. However—”
Ghost Milky: “S-Sorry, but I don’t think that’s the best way of thinking things through. Even if you gave them all your power, would they be able to use it and be a hero? Would all your power even be enough if the person is just a regular human? Weiss could still tempt them and we don’t want to trust someone who will whiff it at the climax.”
Quintin: “Plus, it’d take so fucking long to find the right person, and we don’t have time. C’mon, Quinlan, where are you gonna find someone with 0.00% White blood? …Maybe Japan, but even then how will we find—”
Black Vice: “I’ve got it! Holy shit! This should not work, but it will. Fuck yeah!”
Zach: “I love it when you get excited like that. It can only mean good things.”
Black Vice: “Trust me, this is perfect. …Except for one thing. The perfect person for this… hasn’t been born yet.”
Jessie: “You want to put the faith of the world in someone who hasn’t been born? …Are they at least a zygote?”
Black Vice: “Better! They’re a fetus. She’s probably a few months premature, but we can work with that.”
Quintin: “Quit jerking us around and just get on with it!”
Black Vice: “I just told you all about Tomoko Goto, right?”
Ghost Milky: “Uh, not me?”
Black Vice: “She’s a Japanese woman, or at least she is now. She was one of my earliest victims after becoming Black Vice. A boring White man who was such a good sport, such a decent-enough of a fuck, that I felt that to kill him would be too much. So I turned him into a Japanese woman, and she has been living her life under my occasional watch.”
Jessie: “And I take it you made her a 100% Japanese woman?”
Black Vice: “Yes. 100% Japanese. so Japanese that she forgot how to speak English.”
Ghost Milky: “Then… why not her?”
Zach: “Because she used to be a White man, and Weiss would exploit that.”
Black Vice: “However, Tomoko is currently pregnant with a child, and that child… was engineered by yours truly.”
Jessie: “Do I even want to know how many illegitimate bastard children you’ve had?”
Black Vice: “My goal is 108, and I’m slowly getting there. But no, I am not the father, nor the mother. However… the child is, to an extent, my father.”
Zach nearly fell out of his chair as he heard this.
Zach: “What?! I thought you killed dad!”
Black Vice: “Ah, right. I guess I was pretty vague about the details. When I abducted Ma and Pa, I turned them into children and had them work together in a survival game. I was going to spare them if they could prove their virtues, cooperate with each other… but they failed! Pa survived, Ma didn’t, and as a reward for his selfishness, I retained Pa’s soul, waiting for the opportunity to have him reborn into this world. Pa was a man of his time, and if he was going to be born anew, I wanted him to become the sort of person he would hate. And as a man of his era, he was a bitter, entitled, whiny baby boomer. Racist toward Blacks, Hispanics, and Asians, sexist to the core, and believing that virtue and justice were merely tools to deceive and amass power. So, what better fate to impose on him than to be reborn as a young half-Black, half-Japanese girl?”
Quintin: “…So, he’s going to be reborn as the child— the unborn daughter— of Tomoko and a Black guy? And you just so happened to have that in place right now?”
Black Vice: “Oh, trust me, I keep many secrets, just as you all do. And if not for this approach, there are other avenues I could pursue. But this one? This one is the best one.”
Jessie: “Didn’t you just show us why a Black person isn’t immune to Weiss’s calls of whiteness? …Or did you turn a White woman into a ‘100% African’ man or something?”
Black Vice: “I have done things like that so many times I have long since stopped counting. But no. Remember when we went back to the Azuchi–Momoyama period in Japan?”
Jessie: “…Oh no. You didn’t.”
Black Vice: “I did.”
Jessie: “We agreed we would not send people through time, you piece of—”
Black Vice: “I didn’t time travel him. I duplicated him. And we don’t have a rule about cloning people and transporting them into the present day. Or rather, 1986. We agreed on a cut-off point— that we would not modify the past prior to 1986— and I followed that rule to the letter.”
Jessie: “…So much about allowing the flow of the world to progress unimpeded.”
Quintin: “Babe, have you seen how fucked things get by 2050? And with how things are going right now, we’re going to be lucky if we have a workable planet after this. I think it’s okay if Vice sends the Black samurai to the future.”
Ghost Milky: “Oooooh! You’re talking about Yasuke?”
Black Vice: “…Wait, so do you come from a world with the same general history—”
Ghost Milky: “I forget. I’ve been a ghost for a long time and I don’t remember much about my original world. But I know of worlds that are almost exactly like this one, so I just guessed!
Zach: “…In other words, the last hope for humanity lies with Vice and my reborn father, who is the daughter of a Japanese woman and the famed African samurai Yasuke?”
Quintin: “This just keeps getting weirder and weirder every season. Like, holy shit.”
Black Vice: “And I think that is all the planning we need to do. Let’s spread out and get what we need. Zach, you and I are going to head to Washington. You’ll storm the Capitol, and I have a date with the king of all ratfucks and defiler of democracy. Jessie, you go with Ghost Milky to find and awaken the Milky in this world, wherever she is—”
Ghost Milky: “She’s in Orange County, California. I still need to work out where exactly.”
Black Vice: “And Quintin, your job is to procure and protect Tomoko Goto and Yasuke Goto. Last I checked, they should be living in Nagoya. Any objections?”
Jessie: “Here’s one. Are you sure that it’s a good idea to give all that power to the reborn incarnation of a man who was openly racist?”
Black Vice: “His soul has been cleaned. It’s as pure and blank as can be, and as a newborn, she has yet to be tainted by any peripheral evils of the world. I know that sounds far-fetched, but trust me when I say there is nothing purer in the world than a small child.”
Jessie stared at Vice for that comment, knowing damn well exactly what they meant… but she relented, as there were more important things than playing her role as Vice’s conscience.
Quintin: “Anything that brings me back to Japan is good with me.”
Zach: “And I have a good deal of frustration I would like to exude on the leaders of this nation.”
Jessie: “…Why aren’t I being invited to storm Washington? If there’s anybody here who hates the government, it’s—”
Black Vice: “Process of elimination. I trust you with guarding Ghost Milky and assisting her more than anyone else, and there’s no way in Hell that I’m skipping out on a meeting with Ratters.”
The five people in attendance looked at each other and, with a firm nod from all parties, they were in agreement. Everybody had their objectives, and if they successfully executed them, they might be able to save the planet, and themselves, from certain destruction. Without needing to say anymore, they all flickered out of their domain beyond space and time, returning to Earth right as the third hour of the White Awakening began.
Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice Main Page
Table of Contents:
Atrocity 01: The Nujiboe Society for Caucasoid Prosperity
Atrocity 02: The White Awakening
Atrocity 03: The Black Awakening
Atrocity 04: The Apartheid Absolution
Atrocity 05: The Victims of the White Empire
Atrocity 06: The Fascistin’ Limmerickin’ Chicken
Atrocity 07: The Imperative Intermission
Atrocity 08: The White Devil
Atrocity 09: The Plan to Eradicate Weiss Vice
Atrocity 10: The Milky of Hope
Atrocity 11: The Power of Nippon Imagination
Atrocity 12: The Assault on Washington
Atrocity 13: The Evils of Richard Rooadoot Ratters
Atrocity 14: The Battle of Black X White
Atrocity 15: The World Where Evil Won
Atrocity 16: The New Future
Atrocity 17: The World of Boundless Color