This one is called |JOJI|, inspired by the creator of the Filthy Frank series. Rather than being inspired by his characters, though, this one is inspired more by the person himself and the personal vlogs he used to upload.

This isn't a story about the bad in the world. Instead, lies a comedy that limits one from what they can actually do.

This one individual's name is Joji Miller. The creator of the Filthy Frank series.

The creation of the character Filthy Frank had caused Joji much grief.

The world had only wanted more of the chaos that was Filthy Frank.

Everything that made Filthy Frank, "filthy" was not anything in what Joji believed in himself to be good or righteous.

The more fame Frank accumulated, the sooner Joji was forgotten.

Joji truly had the potential to be something great. His talent shone through his children.

Pink Guy, being a great rapper and dancer. Not to mention, he's able to make a mean stir fry.

Salamander Man, being a great musician. Specifically in terms of the nose flute and the ass flute.

Filthy Frank, being a great public speaker.

Because Joji was sooner forgotten and never embraced by his audience, he decided to leave the show up to Frank.

Deleting the videos that featured his true face, was only proof of this.

Was it possible that no one longed for the genuine side of this human being?

Had the world already been so corrupted in thought that they would have never stopped to think that Joji was working hard for the sake of his audience?

The demand for Filthy Frank was high. No one questioned where Joji went.

Joji had been hoping himself that he'd be able to share himself to the world without judgement. Without reserve.

This humble man was even meek enough to create a character that was easily made fun of and yet he took the insult given to this character and swallowed it. On top of that, he kept going. He kept creating videos regardless if there was negativity.

The reason why he continued to post on YouTube as his Filthy Frank character was because of people who liked his stuff. But even out of all the people that actually liked his stuff, they were still demanding more content from him. A single man on the internet.

He couldn't even go out simply shopping, for example, without at least some people who recognized him as either "that fucking hilarious asian on the internet" or "that fucking weird guy on the internet" when in reality, he lived life normally.

He tried to put as much good as he could into the character even though Frank was the living embodiment of everything a person should not be.

How much good could one really spread if the character himself was supposed to be offensive and rude? Basically 'filthy' for lack of a better word.

Today was the day he would finally reveal himself back into the world. He shook, nervous, anxious of what people thought of him. If people could love that filthy dirt bag of a person, how could they possibly love someone that was unlike him in every way?

Joji took a deep breath and turned his camera on, "Hey guys…"

Already, the nervousness began to show on his features. He gulped, trying to overcome the instincts telling him to run, "I'm back."

He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself. "I have a very important announcement to make."

In that moment, it was almost expected for Filthy Frank to pop into the washroom just to interrupt. But today was different. Filthy Frank did not come in, to join the conversation. Not even Pink Guy or Salamander Man were seen in the room with Joji.

This was a one-on-one heart-felt conversation just between the audience and a real life human, not pulled by any strings to act a certain way.

"These videos are not an accurate representation of my comedy whatsoever. This style of comedy limits me from what I can actually do. I have real material which I would like to share with the world eventually. Until then, I welcome you to a terrible place on the internet."

Almost as if by cue, Filthy Frank burst through the door, screaming like a madman. "Heya, motherfuckers!"

Joji was already annoyed enough as it was, "Good for you, doofus. Go away. I'm trying to talk to our fanbase."

Frank laughed that deep throat-cancerous laugh, "What fanbase? Nobody likes us. We're such a filthy show that not even the dirtiest man on earth would dare watch our show. He'd sooner get diarrhea coming out of his mouth than watch our filthy show!"

Joji rolled his eyes.

The Filth that was Frank, continued to scream and look crazed.

"Y'know that thing that you do, isn't really amusing right?" Joji was trying to hold back his frustrations with Frank.

"Oh, yeah? Well maybe you should look again at my videos motherfucker! So many likes and views! Yeah!" Frank bragged and danced about, his hairy legs clearly shown, since he was lacking pants.

Joji raised his hand swiftly almost as if to slap or badger Frank.

"Oh my Chin Chin! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Don't hit me!" Frank covered his head, to protect himself from oncoming damage.

Joji turned his attention back to the camera, "Sorry guys. Dealing with Frank here is like dealing with a child."

Frank resumed laughing, "You're the child. I'm older than you!"

Joji rubbed his temples, his brows knit together. Clearly, he was upset, "Get out."

"No!" Frank defied his master's orders. "You gave the show to me. I have the right to stay if I want to!"

Joji just couldn't take it anymore. "You're fired."

Frank gasped. The shock and surprise on his face was so great that his eyebrows seemed to go past his forehead.

After a few moments passed, Frank took on a serious, threatening look.

"You leave me no choice…" Cupping his hands around his mouth, Frank began to chant, "Ore wa Chin Chin ga daisuki dayo!"

"Wh-what are you doing?" Joji moved back, further into the washroom's corner, trapping himself, leaving no way to get out.

Frank smirked, his strange smile, forcing his chin to jut out further than his upper lip.

A crash was heard in the distance, outside the washroom. Screaming, the Dark Lord Chin Chin entered the small crowded washroom. "Ore wa ochinchin ga daisuki nandayo!"'

"Wait! Frank, if you do this, your existence will dissipate into nothingness." Joji begged, knowing the outcome of what would happen should he be sacrificed to the Dark Lord, Chin Chin.

"Uuuuhhhh…" Frank dribbled drool all over his already filth stained shirt.

"Listen Frank, I know this is hard for you to understand since you're dumb as shit but, we're the same person. Do you understand?"

Frank continued to drool all over himself, "Uuuhhhhhhhhh…"

Joji smacked his palm into his forehead, indicating extreme disappointment and frustration with trying to explain something so simple to this uneducated retard, "Are you really that stupid?"

Frank was now on the floor, in a pool of his own drool. Clearly, his brain must have escaped him.

"If you kill me, you'll be dead too, Franku-senpai…" Joji was desperate now, with the Dark Lord slowly closing in on his prey.

The words rang through Frank's ears, "D-did you just call me Franku-senpai?"

"Yes! Yes! Please, just let me go..." Joji flinched as the Dark Lord Chin Chin placed his tongue on Joji's soft delicious cheek.

"I'm afraid it's too late…" Frank's throat cancer deepened, showing his sincerest apologies.

Another crash was heard, outside the washroom. This time a man with a lemon for a head, came barging in.

"Oh, not you again, you worthless piece of shit!" This time Frank expected nothing more than failure once again from this lemon man that looked nothing like a lime.

Lemon simply ignored Frank's statement and began to conjure up a rasengan kamehameha with his lemon jitsu.

Little did anyone in that bathroom know, Lemon had been training vigorously ever since the day Salamander Man was taken.

A yellow aura surrounded him. Had he had some hair, it would have stood majestically, much like any DBZ character.

Chin Chin looked in the direction of the lemon-headed man, laughing uncontrollably. Lemon was not even worth making a remark on, seeing as how well he did trying to get rid of Chin Chin last time.

This made Lemon incredibly angry, causing him to raise more energy from his lemon-scented nipples.

"Wait! Lemon, you don't need to do this." Joji interrupted the lemon man's cry for justice. "Sometimes to destroy the bad, we have to destroy what is good."

Slowly, the lemon nodded, tears forming in his eyes. The energy from his lemon jitsu slowly began to fade.

Frank, as filthy as he was, couldn't stand the thought of Joji dying.

"Farewell guys. It's been a pleasure knowing y'all." Tears began to form in Joji's eyes as well.

Chin Chin, being the gracious god that he was, allowed Joji to go free and took Lemon's lemon offspring instead as a sacrifice.