Anime & Manga One Piece Spoilers - The Waiting Room
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Title: Eiichiro Oda and the Coomservation Haki Horror
(A.K.A. The Day Oda Got Low-Diffed IRL)
SCENE 1 – ODA’S OFFICE: WHERE GREATNESS (AND GOONS) ARE BORN
The legendary mangaka, Eiichiro Oda, sits in his dimly lit office, surrounded by mountains of sketches. Cans of energy drinks and half-eaten meat buns litter his desk. His eyes burn with a feverish intensity as he puts the finishing touches on yet another masterful double-page spread.
ODA (muttering to himself):
"Yes... Yes... MORE! Nami’s hips—wider! Robin’s thighs—thicker! Gerd—no, BIGGER! MORE GIANTESS CONTENT! Redon will lose his mind! Fapper Gaban shall rise again as the ultimate gigachad, his musk so potent even Sanji would kneel before him!"
His pen moves at superhuman speed. His hands blur, driven by an otherworldly passion, sketching the most gloriously exaggerated female proportions ever seen in manga history. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple as he adds the final, most important detail...
ODA:
"A perfectly framed ass shot... from a low angle... HNNGH!!! This is the future of One Piece!"
Suddenly, a shiver crawls up his spine. He stops mid-stroke. His Coomservation Haki flares up—something is terribly wrong.
ODA (whispering, eyes darting around):
"...I’m not alone."
A chill fills the air. The walls creak. A faint giggle echoes from within the drywall.
??? (softly, eerily):
"Oda-senpai… Uwu~"
ODA:
"THE HELL?!?"
A single Polaroid slips out from behind his bookshelf. It’s a close-up photo of Oda… taken from inside the room. His hands tremble as he picks it up. Scribbled on the back in disturbingly delicate handwriting is:
"I love watching you draw, my little pen-wielding god~ UwU"
ODA (sweating profusely):
"Oh no... Not him... Anyone but him..."
From the shadows, a pair of glowing eyes emerge. A figure materializes from the darkness, stepping forward with an unsettling mix of grace and derangement.
SANDMAN (a.k.a. San D. Man / Yan D. Ere):
"Fufufufu~ You’re finally noticing me, Oda-kun... That Coomservation Haki of yours is impressive... But not enough to see through my love~ ❤️"
ODA:
"YOU’RE IN MY WALLS?!? FOR HOW LONG?!?"
SANDMAN (twirling his hair, blushing):
"Oh, just a little while~ Maybe a few days... or maybe since Skypeia~ Teehee! 🤭"
Oda’s eyes widen in pure terror. He tries to back away, but Sandman takes a single step forward, eyes filled with obsessive hunger.
SANDMAN:
"Y’know, Oda-senpai… When you draw those thicc women... When you pour your soul into those fertile proportions... I feel like you’re speaking directly to me… and my heart moistens at the thought... 💦"
ODA:
"STOP. STOP SAYING THINGS."
Sandman pulls out his phone, a library of thousands of secretly snapped pictures of Oda blinking at various angles, each photo edited to have hearts around them.
SANDMAN (grinning):
"I know everything about you, Oda-senpai. Every page you draw… every sweat drop you wipe away… Every moment you think no one is watching… I AM watching! And soon, your wife will be out of the picture so I can take her place!"
Oda's skin crawls. He feels his sins creeping up on his back. His Coomservation Haki is screaming at him. Then, suddenly…
SANDMAN (leans in closer, whispers with a chilling smile):
"Tell me, Oda-senpai… You wanna have a Ba D. Time? UwU Hehehehe~"
Oda’s pupils shrink to pinpricks. His breath catches. His blood runs cold.
ODA (screaming, flailing wildly):
"WTFFFFF!?!?!? I’M GONNA GET LOW-DIFFED!!!"
SCENE 2 – ELSEWHERE IN THE HOUSE…
Oda’s wife hums peacefully as she enjoys a hot shower, completely unaware of the horror unfolding in the other room. Steam fills the bathroom. She reaches for the shampoo bottle, when suddenly…
??? (suspiciously familiar voice, muffled through the door):
"Mellorineeeeee! Inaba-swaaaaaaan! ❤️"
ODA’S WIFE (pausing, confused):
"…Sanji???"
A shadow looms behind the shower curtain. The voice continues.
??? (giggling with way too much familiarity):
"Nnnngh~ Such a lovely silhouette, my dear! Such elegance! Such form! I cannot resist!"
She whips the curtain open—nothing’s there.
ODA’S WIFE:
"…Huh. Must’ve been my imagination."
She shrugs and continues showering. But as the camera slowly pans away… the bathroom vent creaks open. A single curling eyebrow peeks out from the darkness… followed by heavy, perverted breathing.
TO BE CONTINUED...
(JoJo “To Be Continued” music kicks in as Oda screams in terror and Sandman lunges at him with open arms.)
(A.K.A. The Day Oda Got Low-Diffed IRL)
SCENE 1 – ODA’S OFFICE: WHERE GREATNESS (AND GOONS) ARE BORN
The legendary mangaka, Eiichiro Oda, sits in his dimly lit office, surrounded by mountains of sketches. Cans of energy drinks and half-eaten meat buns litter his desk. His eyes burn with a feverish intensity as he puts the finishing touches on yet another masterful double-page spread.
ODA (muttering to himself):
"Yes... Yes... MORE! Nami’s hips—wider! Robin’s thighs—thicker! Gerd—no, BIGGER! MORE GIANTESS CONTENT! Redon will lose his mind! Fapper Gaban shall rise again as the ultimate gigachad, his musk so potent even Sanji would kneel before him!"
His pen moves at superhuman speed. His hands blur, driven by an otherworldly passion, sketching the most gloriously exaggerated female proportions ever seen in manga history. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple as he adds the final, most important detail...
ODA:
"A perfectly framed ass shot... from a low angle... HNNGH!!! This is the future of One Piece!"
Suddenly, a shiver crawls up his spine. He stops mid-stroke. His Coomservation Haki flares up—something is terribly wrong.
ODA (whispering, eyes darting around):
"...I’m not alone."
A chill fills the air. The walls creak. A faint giggle echoes from within the drywall.
??? (softly, eerily):
"Oda-senpai… Uwu~"
ODA:
"THE HELL?!?"
A single Polaroid slips out from behind his bookshelf. It’s a close-up photo of Oda… taken from inside the room. His hands tremble as he picks it up. Scribbled on the back in disturbingly delicate handwriting is:
"I love watching you draw, my little pen-wielding god~ UwU"
ODA (sweating profusely):
"Oh no... Not him... Anyone but him..."
From the shadows, a pair of glowing eyes emerge. A figure materializes from the darkness, stepping forward with an unsettling mix of grace and derangement.
SANDMAN (a.k.a. San D. Man / Yan D. Ere):
"Fufufufu~ You’re finally noticing me, Oda-kun... That Coomservation Haki of yours is impressive... But not enough to see through my love~ ❤️"
ODA:
"YOU’RE IN MY WALLS?!? FOR HOW LONG?!?"
SANDMAN (twirling his hair, blushing):
"Oh, just a little while~ Maybe a few days... or maybe since Skypeia~ Teehee! 🤭"
Oda’s eyes widen in pure terror. He tries to back away, but Sandman takes a single step forward, eyes filled with obsessive hunger.
SANDMAN:
"Y’know, Oda-senpai… When you draw those thicc women... When you pour your soul into those fertile proportions... I feel like you’re speaking directly to me… and my heart moistens at the thought... 💦"
ODA:
"STOP. STOP SAYING THINGS."
Sandman pulls out his phone, a library of thousands of secretly snapped pictures of Oda blinking at various angles, each photo edited to have hearts around them.
SANDMAN (grinning):
"I know everything about you, Oda-senpai. Every page you draw… every sweat drop you wipe away… Every moment you think no one is watching… I AM watching! And soon, your wife will be out of the picture so I can take her place!"
Oda's skin crawls. He feels his sins creeping up on his back. His Coomservation Haki is screaming at him. Then, suddenly…
SANDMAN (leans in closer, whispers with a chilling smile):
"Tell me, Oda-senpai… You wanna have a Ba D. Time? UwU Hehehehe~"
Oda’s pupils shrink to pinpricks. His breath catches. His blood runs cold.
ODA (screaming, flailing wildly):
"WTFFFFF!?!?!? I’M GONNA GET LOW-DIFFED!!!"
SCENE 2 – ELSEWHERE IN THE HOUSE…
Oda’s wife hums peacefully as she enjoys a hot shower, completely unaware of the horror unfolding in the other room. Steam fills the bathroom. She reaches for the shampoo bottle, when suddenly…
??? (suspiciously familiar voice, muffled through the door):
"Mellorineeeeee! Inaba-swaaaaaaan! ❤️"
ODA’S WIFE (pausing, confused):
"…Sanji???"
A shadow looms behind the shower curtain. The voice continues.
??? (giggling with way too much familiarity):
"Nnnngh~ Such a lovely silhouette, my dear! Such elegance! Such form! I cannot resist!"
She whips the curtain open—nothing’s there.
ODA’S WIFE:
"…Huh. Must’ve been my imagination."
She shrugs and continues showering. But as the camera slowly pans away… the bathroom vent creaks open. A single curling eyebrow peeks out from the darkness… followed by heavy, perverted breathing.
TO BE CONTINUED...
(JoJo “To Be Continued” music kicks in as Oda screams in terror and Sandman lunges at him with open arms.)
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