Hello people! Hope you enjoy this fanfic, though I am not entirely sure if it's good or not, but I'll let reviewers be the judge of that! So this is basically just the Darkness making his people throw a party. I have no idea what the point is besides that. I was bored and this came to me. I hope it isn't THAT bad. Even if it is, review anyway please! :)

The basement wasn't fancy. It wasn't finished. It was more like a root cellar. The Darkness had a thing for darkness. It also had a thing for secluded, underground, enclosed spaces. That's why he sent each of his followers there, to have a break from everything else that was happening. Even the Darkness was tired after making an army of bugs for Drake. He himself needed a break. He even decided to go get Nemesis's followers in on it. It wouldn't be fun without them. He reached out with a tentacle of his mind.

"What do you want, Nestor?" Nemesis replied as he floated lazily in the sky. Nemesis knew the Darkness was afraid of him.

'I'm tired. My slaves are throwing a party. Would you like to come?" Nemesis looked down on him.

"I'm dead," said Nemesis, like it was obvious. Which it was.

"I didn't mean you specifically, I meant your slaves. Send them to Orc's basement tomorrow at dusk. Then we shall watch them party all night." Nemesis smiled. He said he'd pass on the message.

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Astrid didn't even know why she felt the overwhelming urge to go to Orc's basement. It was in Caineland. Or Caineistan. Or New Caine. Whatever it was, Sam walking in would be a death sentence. Cars would fly, stuff would burn, and everyone would have to suffer for months of clean up because of Caine's territorial issues. Still, her brother had sent her a message. These messages were usually right, so Astrid ran and informed Sam, who was sitting on the edge of their bed, reading a note from Albert. And he was shirtless. Astrid's breath caught in her throat. She wanted him, so, so much—

"Our Father, who art in Heaven…" Astrid began to pray. She prayed whenever she began rethinking her beliefs.

"Astrid, what is with your constant praying? You do it all the time! It's getting tiresome." Sam said, standing and stretching. She tried to stop thinking about Sam, but she found herself staring at him, speechless. He noticed her staring, crossed the room in two quick strides, and pulled her to him. He kissed her for a second, then let go. He had been very chaste for the past few weeks, and Astrid knew why. He didn't want to fight her. It was kind of him to respect her like that, but Astrid couldn't mistake the hunger in his eyes and hands when he kissed her. And she couldn't mistake her own hunger, wishing maybe he wouldn't be so virtuous, wishing that he might not pull away.

It had been a dream from Little Pete that had led her back to Sam. Pete had come to her and spoke to her. He seemed older, wiser, in a way. He had told her to go back with the other kids sticking with Sam. When she protested, he just shook his head. "Look, Astrid, in the FAYZ, I'm the closest thing to God you have, and I don't really care what you do in bed with Sam. Just go back." Astrid had been surprised by his language and his knowledge, considering he was five, but it didn't matter. She had gone back and found Sam. They shared a room on a little houseboat now.

"Little Pete sent me a message, in a dream," Astrid began, and Sam nodded. He was okay with Pete speaking in her head, since he was the one who convinced Astrid to come back. Sam liked Pete a lot more now. "He said it was important we go to Orc's basement." Sam looked at her in confusion.

"Drake's old prison?" He asked skeptically. Astrid nodded.

"I don't know why, he just said that it was really, really important."

Sam looked conflicted for a second, then nodded. "All right. Let's get some people together."