A/N: More dumbassery brought to you by Dimwit and Fox Inc., which is now officially named Felix Culpa!

When Katou named Loke as one of Mephisto's aliases it opened up a whole new realm of speculation. Remember who got in trouble for the death of Baldr? Loke. And the time he spent chained in the underworld overlaps neatly with the time between Antiquity and the Middle Ages. To be fair to the Middle Ages, they weren't as miserable as we usually picture them. But they sure didn't hold the splendour of Hellas and Rome either. Can you imagine the befuddlement of someone who left during Antiquity and then came back to the Middle Ages?

We own nothing.

What's this?
There's sickness everywhere
What's this?
There's mucus in my hair

What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
This is a nightmare
Wake up, Meph, this isn't fair
What's this?

What's this?
What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people getting hung

What's this?
The streets are lined with
Dirty beggars coughing
Everything just seems so crappy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?

There's children dragging corpses
With maggots in their heads
They're busy digging graves
But there's way too many dead

There's waste on every doorstep
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And gods, my nose, what is that stench
That's coming from inside?

Oh no
What's this?
They're hanging by their toes, amiss
Why that is… quite unique, and dire
They're gathering around to hear confession
Roasting Cathars on a fire
What's this?

What's this?
It seems this woman is on trial, how weird
They think she is a witch
But why?

They're stripping her to naught but naked skin
They say her soul is black with sin
And now they toss her in the moat
All just to see if she will float

This is so wrong
This is so wrong
Oh what the devil did I miss?
What's this?

Oh my, what now?
The people are afraid
They hope, that God comes to their aid
No fun, get on your knees do as they're saying
just keep praying, choke on rigid Bible rules
while longing for the Heavens

What's this?

The thinkers are all missing
And the artists can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Suppression all around

Instead of songs, I swear
I can hear screaming in the air
The toxic dust of lime
is absolutely everywhere

The sights! The sounds!
They're everywhere, and all around
I've never felt so sick before
The smell alone is killing me, I might throw up
This madness has gone far enough

I hate it, oh, I hate it,
Oh, I want to burn it down
I've got to know, I've got to know
What happened here while I was gone?

WHAT. IS. THI–?!

*BANG*

When performing mind your pace
or greet the gallows with your face
A swirly turn, a great big thud
and down he falls into the mud

And now we've reached
the end of it
Jester Fox and Knight
Dimwit
hope you liked our little scene
and wish you Happy Halloween

A/N
The idea may have originated something like this:

xD so THAT's how Mephisto got his [dance] moves
evolved through years of avoiding icky stuff

xD Headcanon accepted. Dear lord especially if he lived in Europe in earlier centuries. So unsanitary.
xDD Mephisto was NEVER the gentleman who used his coat to grant a lady safe passage over a puddle!

He'd just poof her across... And then she'd throw up

On his shoes. xD

xDDD Those legends saying he was singing/reciting and dancing... He was just doing some sort of Jack Skellington routine around everything disgusting while voicing his repulsion

AHAHAHAHAHHAHA

"What's this? There's sickness everywhere- What's this? There's mucus in my hair-"