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ON WITH THE FIC!

Fear Factor part one:

Dante, Vergil and the girls all sat in the TV room to Devil May Cry watching the latest episode of one of their favorite shows, Fear Factor. Sure the gang had many favorite shows, some of which were never spoken of otherwise because Dante and Vergil were men and do not watch said shows…but this show was something they didn't mind admitting that they watched it regularly.

"I knew the girls couldn't handle eating that!" Dante laughed from his position on the floor, his back against the armrest of the couch. The ladies were sitting together on the couch and Vergil was leaning against the other armrest.

Lady rolled her eyes and glared at Dante, "The only reason why you say that is because you would eat anything, Dante."

Vergil chuckled and agreed, "Yea, Dante. I wouldn't even eat that," Vergil said, making a face at the very thought of the animal liquids and other nasty things that the show was forcing them to eat slithering down his noble throat.

Trish laughed and said, "Depends for me. I have my limits."

Dante looked up at her and grinned, "Oh really? I remember we had a contest once."

Vergil laughed at the memory and the girls scowled. The contest was simple really. The girls went into one room and the guys in another. They were to make a slushie and they could put anything in it as long as it wouldn't kill the other team though Vergil was thinking about putting something else in there… Whatever one team made the other team had to drink or else they would have to clean Devil May Cry that weekend since neither teams wanted to clean up the results of a rather messy demon attack from the other day. The girls weren't quite as imaginative in the game as the boys and one look at the goop made two of the three girls barf. Dante and Vergil drank theirs as quickly as possible and watched as the girls consulted their options. The drink appalled Lady and Lucia but Trish drank rather happily…almost too happily. They would have won but the other two women had to drink it too and their limits had been passed the second the fumes reached their nostrils. Trish was rather upset by the outcome and as such refused to clean Devil May Cry. The boys agreed since Trish had drank their mysterious goop and Trish played foosball with them as the remaining girls cleaned rather grumpily.

Trish scowled and snapped, "Would you want to clean up the guts of those monsters more than drink some slop? I think not."

Lady and Lucia laughed and said, "I don't know. I think that slop was some monster guts; after all, a good chunk of it was missing when we set off to work."

Trish looked horrified as the two boys busted with laughter and she looked down at them.

Vergil wagged his finger at her and said, "Its best that you don't know what we put in that drink, Trish."

Dante nodded as the commercials were finally over and the show turned back on. He turned his attention back to the screen as part three of Fear Factor began to play.

Once the show was over Dante was laughing, the others seemingly agreeing with the cast that the dare was pretty scary. Dante had reason to laugh he practically had no fears. I mean think about it. He wasn't afraid of spiders, how many huge arachnids did he slaughter in his previous missions? He didn't like them but there was differences between dislike and scared. He wasn't afraid of heights that was for sure. I mean the weirdo ran down a tower that seemingly reached Heaven…or Hell. He also seemed to enjoy running down that… He wasn't afraid of pain or sharp objects, which was apart of his job and life. He wasn't afraid of demonic creatures or the dark. He wasn't afraid of women, if so Lady would have terrified him years ago… He wasn't afraid of dogs or else Cerberus would have made him soil his pants upon sight. No, he wasn't afraid of pretty much anything besides the world running out of pizza and one other thing… One thing he would never admit to being afraid of…ever.

Yes, the great Son of Sparda. The son of a legendary Devil Knight was afraid of only one other thing besides lack of pizza supplies…socks. Who the hell created the awful things that would suffocate your feet! And my god could they reproduce! Every time he shot one of the blasted creatures another one would be watching him from his dresser! How could they do that, the blasted things! And not only that they made your shoes smaller! How could anyone possibly wear shoes when the stupid things took up 90 of the space in there? I mean, God! Who thought of the stupid little creature? Whoever it was Dante was sure Ebony and Ivory were itching to meet them.

Yes, Dante was sure that socks were the spawn of Mundus… always trying to eat his feet off, always sitting there in his dresser looking innocent. Vergil says it makes sure you feet are healthy and don't stink while your on a mission but Dante's feet were fine without them! How could Vergil stand to wear the retched things? I mean, they made it so that you couldn't move your toes! Toes are needed for cleaning after all! Whenever Dante cleans his room he doesn't bend over to pick up clothes he uses his toes to pick them up and bring them to his hands! Socks prevented that and after too much bending you would get back problems! Then people say that socks prevent illnesses. Yea right! They make your feet too hot! Who in all the levels of the underworld would want their feet that hot? Satin? Maybe Mundus but that's because Mundus is just weird like that…

Yes, Dante was convinced that socks had to be the most horrible thing ever created…ever!

"I could beat fear factor no problem!" Dante proclaimed proudly and sure enough the girls believed it but Vergil only laughed. Dante glared at him and Vergil put his hands up in mock surrender.

"I am not doubting that you could do the stuff they do on TV because those things aren't what you are afraid of."

Dante laughed and crossed his arms, "That's because I am not afraid of anything!"

Vergil cocked an eyebrow at his brother and began to pull off his shoe. Dante watched curiously and when the thing underneath the shoe came into view Dante stiffened in place. The girls watched curiously as Vergil peeled off the thick white sock and dangled it in front of Dante's face, "Oh really?" Vergil smiled and threw the sock onto the floor by Dante's feet.

It didn't even take a second for Dante spring onto the couch, promptly landing in Lady's unsuspecting lap. She twitched, a vein appearing on her temple and she growled darkly, "Dante, what do you thin you are doing?"

Dante only pointed at the sock and shouted, "ITS EVIL! EVIL I SAY! EVIL! See! See how it looks at me! It wants to eat my feet I say!"

The girls only remained looking at Dante as though he were crazy and Vergil laughed, grabbing his sock and putting it back on his foot, then his shoe. Once Dante and Lady were sure the sock was gone Lady pushed Dante back onto the floor and laughed, "So the great demon slayer is afraid of socks… now that must be a blow in the ego for Mundus… to be defeated by a half-demon who is afraid of socks."

Dante glared at her and Vergil laughed, "I'm going to bed. Sweet dreams, Dante, don't let the socks bite."

Dante grumbled, "Ha ha, very funny. Just remember Verge, I know what you are afraid of as well."

Vergil stiffened for a moment and then continued up stairs. He said as he reached his room, "But you don't like them either."

Dante smiled, "I may not like them, but there is a difference between dislike and scared. AH!"

Right then Lady took revenge for the intrusion of her lap earlier, pulled off her own sock and placed it lightly on Dante's head. Lady laughed, "Don't move and it won't get your feet."

Sure enough Dante never moved… he stayed like that for three days because no one bothered to take off the little sock. He whimpered softly, eyes stuck on the little thing hanging in his face, belly grumbling. It was a rather pathetic sight to see and finally, even though the three days of quiet was nice, Vergil peeled off the sock and allowed Dante to go to the bathroom. Aw, how nice, eh?

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So what did you think? I plan on making another part for Vergil. –evil grin-